I have come up with a good reason why you should give me the tickets. Is it because I have never seen Miley sing, you may ask? No. Is it because I am extremely bored this summer, and will have nothing to tell the teachers when they ask, ‘What did you do over the summer?’? Nada. Then what is it? Although they are all true reasons, You shall see that the tickets should be mine because anyone desperate, anyone yearning for the tickets as much as I am to write this story should get them.
It was a dark and stormy night… The willows outside of the Monvier mansion creaked and swayed in the breeze. Not only the trees were stirring. A small object was creeping towards the large estate. It was a cat. Cat agent, by the look of the C.R.S. on his collar. It stood for Cat Resistance Squad.
The clouds parted, and the moon’s light rained down on the scene. The grey and black striped cat darted towards the high wall, and flipped a grappling hook from his belt into his mouth. Stealthily, he flung the hook to the top of the wall, landing with a CLANK on the roof. The cat began to shimmy up the rope. Only one guard was out tonight on the roof. The hound was grumbling about the horrible weather and never getting enough days off. He suddenly gasped, and crumpled to the floor, knocked out. The cat ran to a skylight. He unscrewed several bolts, and slid through the open window. He landed in an elegant bathroom, and escaped through a vent.
The Pampered Pomeranian woke up with a start, then remembered that it was only a dream. She had dreamed that her golden egg was stolen, and the thief had gotten away with the most treasured item inside of it. That was nonsense, She thought, it couldn’t be possible. Not with all the guards on the prowl. Just to be safe, she thought, she would check on it…
Agent X had come to steal the golden egg. He was now dangling above the show case,-ignoring the laser field below. He reached for it… and grabbed it! But, much to his displeasure, alarms rang in the air, and astonishingly, another egg had popped up from a spring in the pedestal. Bewildered, he made a grab for it, but another came! And another! Then, noticing the legions of bulldogs and collies, and great Danes, and who knows what else. He took of with the three eggs. Which one had the ticket inside? The coveted stadium of fire ticket was somewhere, it was the only one that had reached the animal kingdom. The humans had been careful not to let one slip, except this one.
Anyway, back to the story.
Petunia the pampered Pomeranian walked down the stairs just as the alarms went off. She barked loudly just as the burglar was making off with the three eggs.
“Table scraps! Get him!” She said. Petunia bounded to the pedestal and pressed a button with her paw. All of the extra eggs -for fooling burglars- tumbled out. She opened all of then, and seeing that the ticket was not there, howled angrily into the night.
Back at the Cat Resistance headquarters, a party was going on . They had gotten the ticket!
“Milk on me!” Agent A had said. Just as the milk was delivered, an alarm went off. Dogs bounded in, and crashed the party. Everyone was still, except the dog who was circling them.
“Give us the ticket, and nobody will be harmed.” Agent B was motioning to Agent X vigorously. He was making motions of some sort of oval… and making running motions… OH! He understood. Take the eggs and run! Agent X dashed to the eggs and took two of them, leaving one behind because a collie was fast approaching. He jumped out the window and landed on another roof. Several dogs followed.
“Get back here!” A Doberman said.
He pounced and got one of the eggs. He opened It with his teeth- (As the other dogs chased on) -and he had the ticket!
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An old semi drove down the street. The egg lay inside, as well as one gaurd dog. It was being shipped to the mansion, but why was the truck stopping? They were at an old factory. The crates were dropped off. The old humans had no idea they were participating in this. The dog exited the boxes and pawed blindly into the cobwebbed room.
“Boss? I’m dropping It off,” He said.
Suddenly the lights flicked on, and five agent cats pounced towards the dog. He was fast, though. He ran into the next room, which had- thousands of Easter eggs? He ran, and when he swimming in the large carts of eggs, he accidentally dropped the eggs. He howled.
The ticket was gone, and it was all his fault. The cats spent all night looking for it, and the dog edged out of the room, to find a nice family to live with. The Easter eggs were delivered all around the country.
A farm girl in Kansas bought the package with the golden egg in it. Ironically, she had no idea what it contained. She eventually lost it in her chicken coop, where It laid forever. Both sides, cat and dog, were furious. And the humans never dropped another ticket again.
So, as you can see, anyone who would write a story as far fetched as that should get the tickets. If the dog had never found the ticket of the ground, I would have gotten it back. It’s all her fault. So, I pledged to tell my story to anyone who would listen.
I hope you have enjoyed this. The tickets that you could grant me would be a nice replacement for the ones I lost. I’m not saying you should believe it. Yet, the cat down the street looks awful mad when he looks at the dog next door.
If we win this contest, we will be so excited to give them one of the nicest gifts we’ve ever been able to give them.