*7 year old America walks into a small hut in York, where she's hiding and self raising a current 9 children.*
America: *looks down at a 1 month old Texas*
Smol Texas: *holding some type of smol gun* ah!😀
Ame: that's a baby with a gun.😐
Ame: BABY! With a gun!
Ame: *grabs phone* I'm calling the police...They hung up.
Ame: ...It's a baby with a gun!
Ame: comfort eating.
Smol NASA: mum? R u ok?😕😅
Ame: that's just sugar.😐
Smol DC: aw it's a baby with a gun.
Smol Tex: *coos*😊
Ame: *look of slight disbelief*
Ame: *punching and kicking thin air* BABY WITH A GUN! *accidentally hits a pan*
Ame: who sent you? Was is Alaska?
Smol Alaska: mama?😕
Ame: I will buy him a new thermal flask.
Ame: *on phone, muttering* does my life insurance cover babies with guns? Oh really?
Ame: GET OUT!
Ame: how bout we trade?*holds out cowboy hat* ok? You give me this and I'll give you that.
Ame: now isn't that be-oooooohhhhhhhh...😑
Smol Tex: *pulls second smol gun from behind her*
Ame: I'm really stupid.😐
Ame: *holds gun out* OH! NOT NICE IS IT!?
Smol FBI: mum stop!😥
Ame: NO!? HUH?! I'M A GIRL WITH A GUN!
Smol CIA: pls mum, listen to FBI!
Ame: WHAT ARE YOU? YOU'RE A BABY WITH A GUN! YOU'RE NOTHING!
Smol Tex: *not phased at all*
Ame: I'm sorry, that was mean.
Smol Army: ya think?
Ame: you don't deserve that.
Smol Navy: nope
Ame: you're young, look *sigh*
Smol Marine: mum don't-
Ame: just take mine. *gives Texas the gun*
Ame: *muttering* now it's a baby with 2 guns...😑
Ame: where's the baby? There's the baby!
Ame: *having a slight breakdown* why won't you leave?! 😰
Ame: GET OUTTA MY HOOUUSE!!!😫😭
Smol Alaska: mama?😕
The other 7 kids: *laughing their backsides off* 😂
Ame: I'm hiding in the fridge now!
Ame: you know I kinda want her to shoot me.
Smol NASA: why? 😢
Ame: so when God's like 'on hey kid, how did you die?'
Ame: I would be like 'I don't know God, maybe I was shot by A BABY WITH A GUN!!!'
Smol Texas: *laughing*
Ame: don't laugh at me😭
Ame: you sick!
Smol DC: ppff mum?😖
Ame: you're a sick baby with a gun.😭😣
Ame: *moving around lots*
Smol Texas: *aiming*
Ame: yeh! Not easy is it?! Not easy to not a moving target!
Smol Texas: *shoots*
Ame: *hit in the shoulder*
Everyone else: ooohhhhhhhh😮
Ame: you have to leave. *puts Texas outside*
Smol Texas: *playing with hat*
Random human: aw look at this little baby. OH NO! IT'S GOT A GUN! *loud shouts*
Smol Texas: *fires*
Military organisations: *laughing*😂
Smol NASA and DC: *shooketh*😳
Smol Alaska: *confused*😕
Ame: I have to move.
Smol Texas: *crawls in giggling, hugs Ame* mama💕
YOU ARE READING
Statehuman shenanigans
أدب الهواةI will randomly update this book when I'm bored if someone gives me an idea of something to put in here. This is just a bit of fun and not intended to hurt anyone's feelings in any way. For some of the characters, I've gone to Google maps and looked...
