Here’s where we are so far, as in My story. I really hope y’all are enjoying this…I love making silly stories. Enjoy!
Now…Happy Story time…There was a little bunny, named FuFu…now, FuFu loved scooping up the field mice and bopping them on the head…But one day, the mice built a LASER CANNON, and annihilated NEW-Amsterdam! MWAHAHAAH!
Oh Yes, well…New-Amsterdam’s neighboring region, New-BeaverLand, was quite upset by this act. The beavers quickly formed an anti-mouse tactical squad, and sent them to go and attempt to make a peace treaty with the mice. Well, after many days, they all decided that FuFu was not to blame, but instead Fuzzy Wuzzy was for this crime of Lasering New-Amsterdam. As to how this conclusion came to be, we shall learn in a later chapter. So, Fuzzy Wuzzy was thrown into a state of the art prison, most commonly know as preschool. He was to serve one year here, but they did say they would lessen the punishment if Fuzzy behaved himself.
Next time, in Chapter Two, will Fuzzy behave himself, or will all shenanigans break loose? Find out in the next amazing installment of Fur Metal Jacket!!!
Last time, on Fur Metal Jacket, Fuzzy Wuzzy was thrown in the brig, and now, he must either wait one full year, if he behaves that is, or cleverly escape…well, this is a comedic novel, so it’s safe to assume the latter…But how he does it will blow your mind!!
Chapter Two: I Saw That Coming…Or Did I?
Lunch time was the only time of day Fuzzy was happy, partially due to the fact it was also the preschooler’s lunch time as well. Unfortunately, Fuzzy was forced to do litter patrol as part of his sentence. While cleaning, he caught glimpse of a peculiarly shiny thingy on the ground. Fuzzy went and picked it up, only to realize…GASP, it was the legendary original Blue Eyes White Dragon Yu-Gi-Oh card, in mint condition too! So, Fuzzy put the card in the oh so safe wallet he had taken from the garbage that still had some spare change in it. After Fuzzy had finished sweeping, he began dumping the food trays the kids had forgotten to dispose of. “Suffering succotash…dang kids need to learn to at least finish the food they take…oh well, more for me!” But as Fuzzy began to pick up the piece of corn bread, a magical voice started whispering, “Don’t eat me…I am too metal to die of being eaten! Or actually…now that I think about it…being eaten is pretty metal…” Confused, Fuzzy tears into the bread, only to discover that in it was the Ancient Hand Saw of Guantanamo Bay, believed to have helped many convicts escape unsuccessfully. Realizing what he had just found, he quickly put the saw into his pants pocket, finished cleaning, and quickly ran back to his cell, otherwise known as the Janitor’s Closet.
Next Time, in Chapter three, discover how Fuzzy manages to survive the escape, and how it really happens! Stay tuned for more Fur Metal Jacket!
author’s note
I hope y’all are having as much fun reading this as I am typing it. I have been told my twisted Fairy tale mashups are quite enjoyable by multiple high school teachers. So I really hope y’all enjoy the read. Thanks for reading, by the way. Makes me happy.