THE DAY I SAW BICK FOOT

Hey everyone Jimmy here welcome to another addition of DCTAY EDUTORIALS SUMMER SERIES. Todays story starts out as ujual. Me and Mike were board the other day so we went up into his left attick and we found the Power Ranger tent that we forgot he had until we went up there and saw it. We used to play in it when we were kids (I know... it's emberrising. We were kids.) but we only ever had it setup in his left living room. Well this time we wanted to use it for it's indended purpose. So we took the tent and went camping in Mike's left forrest. We didn't just take the tent though. We took all the camping assencials. Two bags of marchmallows and one more for just in case. Some matches to start a fire. Seven cans of Little Smokers. Twevle roles of T.P. (tolet Paper) in case we had to GO (and clean up after) and two gallans of milk in case we both got thirsty. So we put that all in my favorite bag pack and went into the wood. and Mike had the tent.

So things started bad as hell because Mike pushed me and I fell backwars into a tree and I LANDED UP AGAINST BOTH GALLANS OF MILK AND THEY BOTH EXPLODED AND SPILLED ON EVERY THING IN THE PACK AND GOT SOAKED UP BY ALL THE TOLET PAPER. So i started throwing milk paper (new invention © Jimmy Thatchroufe) at mikenand he got MAD because he was starting to smell ranced as f@@#@# oh and side note the milk was actually spoiled and rottin to bollocks and hell because Mike has so much f&@&$--# milk in his giant fritch that goes up to the sealing that nobody could ever drink all of it in time. So we (I) accidently made big stink gernades. And Mike felt the fury of every last one. Oh yes. Muhahahaha....

So then we went to start the fire. We piled up a ton of rocks and dirt and stuff and me and mike sat in a sircule but i sat far away because Mike smelled like Poo Poo Doggies but fun fact, matches don't lite when they're covered in soaping wet kurtled milk , and we only brought 2 of them so we had to give up on the fire. There was a problem thought. IT WAS COCK-A-MARMIE FREAKING DARK IN THE WOODS. It was 8 PM and the sun was nowhere to be scene. So we put down to tent to get ready for bed. But there was a poblem. We could both fit in the tent.... WHEN WE WERE SIX!! YEARS!! OLD!! WE ARE PRACTACALLY ADULTS NOW!!! We had to squeeze so tight to both fit in that we were preety much huging. I gotta to say, there is noting wrong with a dude huging another dude. Just look at my uncle. But going out in to the left woods at b@$$#ard 12 aclock at mid night to hug Mike in a Power Ranger tent is NOT JIMMYS FOR OGATIVE.

We had to leave the bag pack outside because A. it didn't fit in the tent when we were both in it and 2. it was soked in old moldey milk from the 1930s, but I wanted to eat some Little Smokers sausasges for dinner. I fugured they were fine because they were in a can so the milk couldn't of got to it. So I steped out of the tent to get the bag pack to get the Little Smokers. And before I even finished 4 cans guess what I saw. Yup.

I SAW BICK FOOT.

I buseted into the tent and spilled some sausages which really pizzed me off but I said MIKE!!!! and he said WHAT and I said BICK FOOT and he said "it was probaly just a bair" and I said "no dude. bick foot." so he came out of the tent and I pointed at some f$@##$ trees because bick foot wasent there anymore. I litertally spilled my delitious Little Smokers for nothing. that's right. for nothing.

So i deceited to put my foot down in my own hands. bick foot would be found by me, withing the hour, before the surnise, so be it or do i die trying. i put my corpse-smelling bag-pag on my sholders and began marching while wissle-ing a confindent toon, because tonight i would find that b##@@starding bick foot. yup. bick foot. Mike was right behide me because he didnt want to stay in a tent all by himslef because he was a CAWARD and because I had the rest of the Little Smokers. Those delitefuel Little Smokers. Which I loverd so much. Mmmmm.. Little Smokers. I also inventend the Little Smoker Sandiwish where you put Little Smokers between 2 big marge mallows. I was drulling the hole time I was making these bads boys sandwirches but Mike. Well. Mike did not care for my sandidges because his pallet is too refined for my comminer tastes: he packed some bollocking "chercutary". which just means bits of expensive cheese and ham and sodding little crackairs.

suddainly, no-body expected, i was up to my eyes in bas#-t-arding mud. i was basicolly sinking in quiltsand. i thinked i was going to die fiveteen seconds from now. I scramead out for Mike but he had walked trhug a f!@#$! spidarwade and was FREAKING OUT like Golden Eyes when you tild the Cartrage. In other worlds... HE WAS GOING BAT NUTS BANANAZ!!!! EVEN THOUGH MY LIFE WAS ONLINE!!!!! suddingly i felt the powerful force of two colossel hands grapping my neck and lifting me up by the ears and plooping me on the safeground by the nostroils. that's right. it was thanzibelle (mike's fat guy butler with skinny guy legs) who skolted me a little bit (but not too much beacause he is not allowed to) and then he rescoied Mike from the Terrible Trap that he had fell in spigerwab ! then thanzibelle went no no with his finger and then reetreeted to a safe distance like he was doing all this time but we wear pretending that he actually wasint.

now comes the good part so buckle your bellybuttongs.

we were approatching bick foot's nest. it was high up on a tree so i told thanzibelle to climb up there. he told me no even though mike says that its literally impossible for him to say no so i did it in his steed.

I clymed and i clyomed but wen i got aboot half-upways upwards of this tall. azz. baobab-type tree. i realissed that i was still had my bag-pag full of sosidges and milk and t.p. and match steaks and little wood cubes and 15 lego vickings and 15 lego star warts storm clone tupers and 15 lego bionacles (1 red one, 2 yellow ones, 3 orange ones, 4 brown ones, 5 green ones, 6 blakc ones, 7 wyte ones), mike's safoty deposit box with seven hundred million dollers inside of it, and other such things. it was woying me down hard. "throw it down to me" says mike but i sayd what if i need this. so i reech the top and my Heart Poinks had reached all the way down to 0. I was half-dead. But then i coight a climps of something special. Yup. it was Bick Fute.

Finally I wakes up in the hospitolle and this fat doctor guy with skinny guy legs walks up at me and says Jimmy you broke both of your legs and both of your arms and your neck and your torso and your polvis and both of your feet and all of your fingers and your jaw and your nose.

So yup. No school for a wyle.

PEACE O(UT!

-jimy

MIke adedum: Jimmy didn't see no Big Fout. He climbed up a tree and saw a nesting mama hock that screamed at him and made him fell out of the tree because he was scarted sh$$$less and wayed down by 500lbs of MY bionacles WHICH ALMOST ALL OF WHICH BROKE WHEN HE LANDED ON THEM BY THE WAT. But he did brake like basically all of the bounes in his body. He is corrently rapped up like a mummie with vert little controls of his legs and such. And he has on a lamp shande cone like a dog that just got noutered. Poor dude. I brought him a chocolote pudding at the hispital. Yum!