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ok they are both done now 
well done guys.
http://www.malcolminthemiddle.co.uk/forum/malcolm_idas_dance.swf
http://www.malcolminthemiddle.co.uk/forum/dewey_idas_dance.swf
well done guys.http://www.malcolminthemiddle.co.uk/forum/malcolm_idas_dance.swf
http://www.malcolminthemiddle.co.uk/forum/dewey_idas_dance.swf
NeCoHo
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And now it's complete:
Living Will
Craig asked us to teach him how to fight dirty, if he teaches someone, they will teach someone, BAM!!! Now I’m in a fair fight with people. And now I have to think of new dirty tricks. We agreed to teach him, after he cried, which I think he did on purpose. I gave him my personal technique on how to leave one sense still useable, so they know what’s happening to them, I prefer hearing. Dewey taught him that fighting dirty never stops or starts and Malcolm inspired him to fight. The only thing I have to say is “Ouch, I don’t want to be that guy.”
Craig challenged his dad to fight him, we gave him some advantages he didn’t even use. I mean, who wouldn’t take advantage of a broken bottle and a can of bug spray? His dad really beat Craig up, It was pitiful, really sad.
Dad went psycho-something, he went paralyzed from the waist up. He uses his feet for everything, I mean EVERYTHING. He fell in Jamie’s play pen and when I took him out he cried, so I left him there. Mom yelled at me and she got dad out of Jamie’s little hammer game, he cried, again. Mom yelled at dad and his upper body worked again, amazing how moms can fix things doctors can’t.
Craig was convinced by his dad to come with him and give up his fatty ways. Malcolm found picture of Craig’s mom, I can see where Craig gets his gut. But when I found out she left Vic for a man in a pie shop it was so hard to contain my laughter. Pie shop! Craig stayed here and gave his dad a beating, verbally, not physically, I guess he did learn something from us. But I still owe him 50 bucks.
306 words.
Living Will
Craig asked us to teach him how to fight dirty, if he teaches someone, they will teach someone, BAM!!! Now I’m in a fair fight with people. And now I have to think of new dirty tricks. We agreed to teach him, after he cried, which I think he did on purpose. I gave him my personal technique on how to leave one sense still useable, so they know what’s happening to them, I prefer hearing. Dewey taught him that fighting dirty never stops or starts and Malcolm inspired him to fight. The only thing I have to say is “Ouch, I don’t want to be that guy.”
Craig challenged his dad to fight him, we gave him some advantages he didn’t even use. I mean, who wouldn’t take advantage of a broken bottle and a can of bug spray? His dad really beat Craig up, It was pitiful, really sad.
Dad went psycho-something, he went paralyzed from the waist up. He uses his feet for everything, I mean EVERYTHING. He fell in Jamie’s play pen and when I took him out he cried, so I left him there. Mom yelled at me and she got dad out of Jamie’s little hammer game, he cried, again. Mom yelled at dad and his upper body worked again, amazing how moms can fix things doctors can’t.
Craig was convinced by his dad to come with him and give up his fatty ways. Malcolm found picture of Craig’s mom, I can see where Craig gets his gut. But when I found out she left Vic for a man in a pie shop it was so hard to contain my laughter. Pie shop! Craig stayed here and gave his dad a beating, verbally, not physically, I guess he did learn something from us. But I still owe him 50 bucks.
306 words.
NeCoHo
Retired Mod
Here is Motivational Seminar:
Note: I had to make up some of the dog's names(Chu, Tofy)
Ok, let me get this straight, squids always win in knife fights, squids have 10 tentacles with 10 knives. End of story, but Malcolm and Dewey don’t believe that, their loss.
Some dogs came to our house and ate our garbage. I pointed out to mom that if we double-bagged our garbage, the smell wouldn’t come through. So since I decided to take interest in mom’s opinion, I had to clean it all up. Our lawn is messy anyway, what difference does it make if a little more garbage is on it? So I’m picking up garbage and these dogs come back, at first I thought they were mocking me, then I tried to scare them away and finally I threw my shoe at them, they took it and ran off. I followed them and had a great time. We went to the park and we played with a tennis ball, then we drank some water in the bird bath, followed by some overturned trash cans and then Lucky did this thing when he rubs his butt on he ground and we chased a stupid cat. I went to 7/11 for some coke and the guys ate burritos out of the dumpster, Spike ate his twice. Malcolm ruined the part when he interrupted my story with the squirrels and I went to bed. If Malcolm would give it a try, maybe he would like it, not that I would let him in anyway.
Mom went berserk after she found out Dewey “was seeing another mom” and she stopped talking with Dewey. Dad is away all night in a “seminar for success” thing, which means I can go out with the guys.
One night they came and I had to go, I had to, Duke said so. See I’m ahead of Tofy and Jonesy while Duke, Chewy, and Spike are ahead of me. Lucky is our leader, he is so awesome.
The next morning I decided to give mom respect and I cleaned up my side of the room and I told Malcolm to be more loyal to mom, because she is or leader, and she deserves it. The mailman came and I had to yell at him, he’s not coming back, ever.
So this new pack of dogs came into out territory, I skipped school to help my pack. They got Angel, Tofy, and Chu, so I ran home to get a drink Malcolm found me and squirted me with the hose, I shook it off and went back to the fight. We got a bunch of their guys. We won the fight.
After the fight Lucky decided to have a party at the chicken coop. We were rounded up by the cops and our meal was interrupted. Vets came and sent my boys to the pound. I tried to adopt them but mom wouldn’t let me. I said good bye to them, but I promised to keep all the memories we held. I’ll miss my boys, I will miss them a lot.
503 words. Didn't know I could do that...
Note: I had to make up some of the dog's names(Chu, Tofy)
Ok, let me get this straight, squids always win in knife fights, squids have 10 tentacles with 10 knives. End of story, but Malcolm and Dewey don’t believe that, their loss.
Some dogs came to our house and ate our garbage. I pointed out to mom that if we double-bagged our garbage, the smell wouldn’t come through. So since I decided to take interest in mom’s opinion, I had to clean it all up. Our lawn is messy anyway, what difference does it make if a little more garbage is on it? So I’m picking up garbage and these dogs come back, at first I thought they were mocking me, then I tried to scare them away and finally I threw my shoe at them, they took it and ran off. I followed them and had a great time. We went to the park and we played with a tennis ball, then we drank some water in the bird bath, followed by some overturned trash cans and then Lucky did this thing when he rubs his butt on he ground and we chased a stupid cat. I went to 7/11 for some coke and the guys ate burritos out of the dumpster, Spike ate his twice. Malcolm ruined the part when he interrupted my story with the squirrels and I went to bed. If Malcolm would give it a try, maybe he would like it, not that I would let him in anyway.
Mom went berserk after she found out Dewey “was seeing another mom” and she stopped talking with Dewey. Dad is away all night in a “seminar for success” thing, which means I can go out with the guys.
One night they came and I had to go, I had to, Duke said so. See I’m ahead of Tofy and Jonesy while Duke, Chewy, and Spike are ahead of me. Lucky is our leader, he is so awesome.
The next morning I decided to give mom respect and I cleaned up my side of the room and I told Malcolm to be more loyal to mom, because she is or leader, and she deserves it. The mailman came and I had to yell at him, he’s not coming back, ever.
So this new pack of dogs came into out territory, I skipped school to help my pack. They got Angel, Tofy, and Chu, so I ran home to get a drink Malcolm found me and squirted me with the hose, I shook it off and went back to the fight. We got a bunch of their guys. We won the fight.
After the fight Lucky decided to have a party at the chicken coop. We were rounded up by the cops and our meal was interrupted. Vets came and sent my boys to the pound. I tried to adopt them but mom wouldn’t let me. I said good bye to them, but I promised to keep all the memories we held. I’ll miss my boys, I will miss them a lot.
503 words.
Didn't know I could do that...That is yet another great jourrnal entry. Having just seen that episode, it fits in with Reese's mentality.
I like the way in which you make reference to the cold openers. Especially this time, as it kind of went over my head the first time I saw it. I'm glad you explained it.
I like the way in which you make reference to the cold openers. Especially this time, as it kind of went over my head the first time I saw it. I'm glad you explained it.
David, thanks for splitting the threads. I should have thought of that.
Justin, don't get the wrong idea here, because I like your entries, but I'm getting a weird vibe. It doesn't sound like Reese, it's sounded in teh last couple of entries you've done, more like a third party narrating the story, as if only the Reese storyline existed.
You're working in the box here. Think outside of the box. Just because Malcolm interupts his story during the show doesn't mean he can't finish it for his journal. Feel free to append to what the writers have done for the episode. Don't just write from the character's point of view, be the character.
Justin, don't get the wrong idea here, because I like your entries, but I'm getting a weird vibe. It doesn't sound like Reese, it's sounded in teh last couple of entries you've done, more like a third party narrating the story, as if only the Reese storyline existed.
You're working in the box here. Think outside of the box. Just because Malcolm interupts his story during the show doesn't mean he can't finish it for his journal. Feel free to append to what the writers have done for the episode. Don't just write from the character's point of view, be the character.
NeCoHo
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Thanks Sam. Writing like Reese was a dog was really difficult. I'm surprised I accually finnished this one, I was thinking Sunday night "Oh-no, how am I supposed to do this?" It's just I felt, since Reese was acting like a dog, he would only care about his pack, and himself, and his leader. Maybe I got that wrong. So next time i'm writing these, I'll do what I normally do, and then add the plots of the rest of the family, in between, and also finnish any stories interrtuped, Right?
I noticed that to. I noticed that I was off a bit, but couldn't figure out why.
I noticed that to. I noticed that I was off a bit, but couldn't figure out why.
Malcolm, Stilts
Hockey has got to be the greatest game invented. I finally had a weekend off of school where Mom wasn't making me work, so I took advantage of it, and played hockey for the first time in years. It felt great to use my skates again and make a few points. When I was putting my stuff away, Reese and I swore we heard Dewey say something about the Stash. We haven't talked about it since Francis created it years ago. Whoever finds it has a free ride from Mom for the rest of his life.
I wish that would be me. If Mom would release me from her wrath for one day...I hate the Lucky Aide. I hated it since I got written up for crushing boxes outside of the box-crushing area. I hated it when I got thrown out of a locker room naked, and didn't even work there. But I've met a new low: I had to be the mascot after they fired the drunk. You have to wear very tall stilts and dress up like Uncle Sam and sing arbitrary patriotic-themed Lucky Aide songs.
The drunk, Sam, was pretty upset he was fired. He got a new pair of stilts and met me at the Lucky Aide when I was about to "sing." At first, I was glad to see him, because I felt bad about him being fired, and had found him a new job at the circus. Before I could tell him, he kicked me. I started to run. Or I tried to, on stilts.
I saw a couple of shopping carts, and thought I could use them like a pair of skates, like Dad taught me, and get away from Sam. Unfortunately, the carts split apart, and I was doing a ninety degree splits. But the doctors said I should be able to pea normally again by Saturday.
(315 words. I forget, was the limit 250? Oh well, it's a great entry, isn't it? Is there really a purpose to a word limit?)
Hockey has got to be the greatest game invented. I finally had a weekend off of school where Mom wasn't making me work, so I took advantage of it, and played hockey for the first time in years. It felt great to use my skates again and make a few points. When I was putting my stuff away, Reese and I swore we heard Dewey say something about the Stash. We haven't talked about it since Francis created it years ago. Whoever finds it has a free ride from Mom for the rest of his life.
I wish that would be me. If Mom would release me from her wrath for one day...I hate the Lucky Aide. I hated it since I got written up for crushing boxes outside of the box-crushing area. I hated it when I got thrown out of a locker room naked, and didn't even work there. But I've met a new low: I had to be the mascot after they fired the drunk. You have to wear very tall stilts and dress up like Uncle Sam and sing arbitrary patriotic-themed Lucky Aide songs.
The drunk, Sam, was pretty upset he was fired. He got a new pair of stilts and met me at the Lucky Aide when I was about to "sing." At first, I was glad to see him, because I felt bad about him being fired, and had found him a new job at the circus. Before I could tell him, he kicked me. I started to run. Or I tried to, on stilts.
I saw a couple of shopping carts, and thought I could use them like a pair of skates, like Dad taught me, and get away from Sam. Unfortunately, the carts split apart, and I was doing a ninety degree splits. But the doctors said I should be able to pea normally again by Saturday.
(315 words. I forget, was the limit 250? Oh well, it's a great entry, isn't it? Is there really a purpose to a word limit?)
Dewey - Motivational Seminar
I wish to dedicate my latest diary entry to my mom; Lois. She has sacrificed a lot for me, and really is good to me and my brothers, even if we find it difficult to see some times. I’ve felt pretty bad recently, because despite her being a great mom an all, I kind of screwed up.
Two weeks ago, I found a new mom called Mrs Finnegan. She lives a couple of blocks away, and I pass by her house daily on the way from school. She was really pleasant to me. She gave me treats like cake and cookies and even washed my clothes with fabric softener. She treated me like a real son. It’s kind of difficult to explain, but she treated me in a way, that my own mom doesn’t. Mainly because of her busy work schedule and our hectic house, I guess.
But like all great things in my life, visiting Mrs Finnegan had to stop. My mom found out about it. It turns out that I had left some clues such as not being hungry at meal times, the good posture and clean fingernails. All of which are very unusual in my home. It seems that I had become rather careless with hiding what I was doing.
My mom was devastated. She couldn’t even look me in the eye. No matter how hard I tried, she gave me the silent treatment, which was worse than when she yelled at me. At least then, I knew she cared about me. I betrayed her, and I felt awful.
I had to make things right with her. I wanted a happy mother-son relationship; so I took to doing something radical. I got a tattoo on my chest bearing the words: “Lois is my mother”. I passed out before the artist completed the drop shadow, but besides that it is a fine piece of work. With mother’s day approaching, it was good timing too.
My mom’s response to the tattoo was not quite as I had expected. She was overwhelmed and disappointed with me at the same time. She could not decide whether to be happy or mad with me. Tomorrow she is going to take me to 'get it sorted.’ Her words not mine. Only I get a distinct feeling we are not going back to the tattoo place for the drop shadow; but the hospital instead so it can be lasered away.
If anything, she’ll drag me back to the tattoo place and play the child endangerment card. I’ll get my refund so I can get some of the stuff back that I sold to raise the money I needed for the tattoo. Things have a way of working out. – I guess that’s why I love my mom!
ENDS – 466 words
I wish to dedicate my latest diary entry to my mom; Lois. She has sacrificed a lot for me, and really is good to me and my brothers, even if we find it difficult to see some times. I’ve felt pretty bad recently, because despite her being a great mom an all, I kind of screwed up.
Two weeks ago, I found a new mom called Mrs Finnegan. She lives a couple of blocks away, and I pass by her house daily on the way from school. She was really pleasant to me. She gave me treats like cake and cookies and even washed my clothes with fabric softener. She treated me like a real son. It’s kind of difficult to explain, but she treated me in a way, that my own mom doesn’t. Mainly because of her busy work schedule and our hectic house, I guess.
But like all great things in my life, visiting Mrs Finnegan had to stop. My mom found out about it. It turns out that I had left some clues such as not being hungry at meal times, the good posture and clean fingernails. All of which are very unusual in my home. It seems that I had become rather careless with hiding what I was doing.
My mom was devastated. She couldn’t even look me in the eye. No matter how hard I tried, she gave me the silent treatment, which was worse than when she yelled at me. At least then, I knew she cared about me. I betrayed her, and I felt awful.
I had to make things right with her. I wanted a happy mother-son relationship; so I took to doing something radical. I got a tattoo on my chest bearing the words: “Lois is my mother”. I passed out before the artist completed the drop shadow, but besides that it is a fine piece of work. With mother’s day approaching, it was good timing too.
My mom’s response to the tattoo was not quite as I had expected. She was overwhelmed and disappointed with me at the same time. She could not decide whether to be happy or mad with me. Tomorrow she is going to take me to 'get it sorted.’ Her words not mine. Only I get a distinct feeling we are not going back to the tattoo place for the drop shadow; but the hospital instead so it can be lasered away.
If anything, she’ll drag me back to the tattoo place and play the child endangerment card. I’ll get my refund so I can get some of the stuff back that I sold to raise the money I needed for the tattoo. Things have a way of working out. – I guess that’s why I love my mom!
ENDS – 466 words
NeCoHo
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Here’s Hal’s Birthday:
Mom and Dad were fighting over who went to parent night when dad screamed, so Dad was going.
After dad heard of what we did during school, mom punished us all. I had to clean the fireplace. Mom yelled at me and told me to clean it until she could lick it, which I don’t think is possible. But I had to try and lick the fireplace. They taste bad. could Stevie had three extra tickets to the demolition derby, the only bad thing is that it is Dad’s birthday tomorrow. But Francis is coming home, so I guess the good outweighs the bad.
We sang “Happy Birthday” to dad, he had no clue Francis was coming home. Then this fight started, and Mom asked us to leave, Dewey said no, and put up a fight, Malcolm and I just pointed out that having a TV in our room, will keep us out of their way. So how does that get us two more hours of time in the corner then Dewey? There was so much fighting that night, so I decided to do something about it. I went into mom and dad’s room the next night, to get dad’s credit card and he wouldn’t notice a few hundred dollars extra on the balance, especially when we had our own TV.
It didn’t work that way, exactly. Francis came home, with a wife -I think her name was Piama- and mom started throwing cake, Francis was yelling, and to put it simply, all hell broke lose. Malcolm, Dewey and I decided to get away from it all and we went to the fanciest hotel in the whole county. Dewey gave us the best barf ever to get into the place, he was really hungry afterwards. I can’t blame him. We lived like kings, and dad paid for it, life is good, until your parents find out, that is. We had one of every food the hotel had, I had a $24 burger, a massage, and manicure for my feet, and a feast fit for a king, Dewey and Malcolm were no different in our daily luxuries. Like I said, until Dad found us. Mom was fighting with Francis and Piama, while she threw water on Mom, dad threw my pudding on Piama and he called it even.
After everything was over, I think we had a good time, after all, we were away from Mom, had a good time, and we saw Francis. What could be better? Right?
About 420 words. What do you guys think?
Mom and Dad were fighting over who went to parent night when dad screamed, so Dad was going.
After dad heard of what we did during school, mom punished us all. I had to clean the fireplace. Mom yelled at me and told me to clean it until she could lick it, which I don’t think is possible. But I had to try and lick the fireplace. They taste bad. could Stevie had three extra tickets to the demolition derby, the only bad thing is that it is Dad’s birthday tomorrow. But Francis is coming home, so I guess the good outweighs the bad.
We sang “Happy Birthday” to dad, he had no clue Francis was coming home. Then this fight started, and Mom asked us to leave, Dewey said no, and put up a fight, Malcolm and I just pointed out that having a TV in our room, will keep us out of their way. So how does that get us two more hours of time in the corner then Dewey? There was so much fighting that night, so I decided to do something about it. I went into mom and dad’s room the next night, to get dad’s credit card and he wouldn’t notice a few hundred dollars extra on the balance, especially when we had our own TV.
It didn’t work that way, exactly. Francis came home, with a wife -I think her name was Piama- and mom started throwing cake, Francis was yelling, and to put it simply, all hell broke lose. Malcolm, Dewey and I decided to get away from it all and we went to the fanciest hotel in the whole county. Dewey gave us the best barf ever to get into the place, he was really hungry afterwards. I can’t blame him. We lived like kings, and dad paid for it, life is good, until your parents find out, that is. We had one of every food the hotel had, I had a $24 burger, a massage, and manicure for my feet, and a feast fit for a king, Dewey and Malcolm were no different in our daily luxuries. Like I said, until Dad found us. Mom was fighting with Francis and Piama, while she threw water on Mom, dad threw my pudding on Piama and he called it even.
After everything was over, I think we had a good time, after all, we were away from Mom, had a good time, and we saw Francis. What could be better? Right?
About 420 words. What do you guys think?
The Wilkerson Journal(Update Every week!)This weekilot!
This is the Wilkerson Journal. If you notice grammar or spelling mistakes it's because i used the Funky2 font and when it's always all in capital and stuff like that, it's hard to see what you're doing! So here it is!
******************************************************** The Wilkerson Journal
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1.The Pilot
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*Malcolm*
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So the day started out normal, , fighting, screaming and mom yelling. 2 waffles, someone has to eat cereal. Guess who? Yes, Dewey. So i was forced to play with"Stevie The Wheelie Kenarban", otherwise just known as Stevie, after school . ofcourse, reese laughed his butt off. i was ticked off at mom because, well, what's the normal age to stop having playdates? 8? 9? i'm 12 for the love of---never mind. the point is that this stunk. i went to school, and got past david spath, luckily. only reese said he already walked with dewey and he peed his pants, so i ahd to take him, and we ducked an got past spath, the stupid ape! he didn't even see us with his group of babboons beating up an unfourtunate nerd. so at school, julie hooberman loved my painting, as well as my teacher.. and stupid spath, was eager for some attention, so as the bad dimwit he is, he planted a bomb in my seat like the french against the u.s, but this time it was paint, and the french was a bully named spath. so basically, i was stunned and stumped. and ofcourse! at the same time, i was called to the office, way to go, spath, and way to go , bad side of me! i knew i had done something wrong, ofcourse. who doesn't know i come from a family of caniving wolves? anyway, i couldn't get up! but ofcourse, i was forced to , right infront of julie! who am i kidding? infront of the whole stupid class! i had red paint all over my butt and some physchological nut named caroline put me on the spot and looking at some weirdo picture, you know, one of those "what's wrong with the picture?" things. and i blurted an abswer back back one of the answers that the car's shadow is go ing the wrong way. she said to really take my time and i yelled o ut every answer in, like, 10 seconds! she was amazed, and didn't know what to say, but instead i ruined it by screaming, "I have red paint all over my butt !" So, on the weekend as my brothers were fighting, caorline came over and i had to do some iq test.. dinner is always a feast at my house, and it was the perfect time to announce the news, which obviously involved me. we were just aobut to leave the dinner table but mom had to crack the news open like a hatching egg and announce i was a genius and had an iq of 165!!!! im the next einstein!
stevie, i guess was cool. . i just wanted to get the iq thing out of the way. but stevie wasn't allowed to watch tv! oh my gosh! no way! but he had a closet full of comic books. i guess this might have been the beginning to a---friendship. not a beautiful one, but i guess i could make it work.
so i'm now officially a krelboyne. and my stupid teacher anno unced the news exaactly like mom to the whole class! and one word julie hooberman said to suit my feelings: "Bye." so these stupid smart-heads were staring at me like mentalcases when i came in. i practically passed o ut! would you wan to be genius? didn;t think so. stevie was ther.e and i went off on him and he said i stunk. i was just all burnt up about this whole crud. i mean, why me? yeah, the actual normal one in his family is now the stinking genius. how's that gonna look for me? what about my rep? gosh, this stinks! so i'm surrounded with enemies and i went off on spath and called him a buttwipe. that started a fight. . the whole 5th grade was o utside watching us on the playground! i whacked a pudding in his face and spath miissed a punch at me as i tried to get away, and nearly nailed stevie, but only lightly touched him as i ducked. the punch was already in progress. and the look on spath's face looked nervo us. halleluah! stevie came back! he tipped over his chair and everyone hates spath for life now because everyone thinks he hit a cripple! i mean.. . . . . .stevie. so me and stevie were happy abo ut all this. and i went home after school. .
so it stinks i'm in a gifted class, and that i've learned i;ve had the brain of an elephant all these years. but i guess not so bad. my brothers seem to take it ok. and reese is defending me for people calling me a freak. i guess in our own special way, we all love eachother. i can't believe i'm syaing this! but we're a bittersweet family, and it's all good. i like the way i am and i accept the way i am as well . i guess what i'm trying to say is that, just like i said about stevie about our friendship. we can make it work. and in a complete summary, i think i can make all of this work, too.
I cut and pasted this from Notepad on my computer! Hope you liked it! There is a weekly update! Don't worry! See ya!
--CJMAN327
ilot!This is the Wilkerson Journal. If you notice grammar or spelling mistakes it's because i used the Funky2 font and when it's always all in capital and stuff like that, it's hard to see what you're doing! So here it is!
******************************************************** The Wilkerson Journal
******************
1.The Pilot
*********
*Malcolm*
**************
So the day started out normal, , fighting, screaming and mom yelling. 2 waffles, someone has to eat cereal. Guess who? Yes, Dewey. So i was forced to play with"Stevie The Wheelie Kenarban", otherwise just known as Stevie, after school . ofcourse, reese laughed his butt off. i was ticked off at mom because, well, what's the normal age to stop having playdates? 8? 9? i'm 12 for the love of---never mind. the point is that this stunk. i went to school, and got past david spath, luckily. only reese said he already walked with dewey and he peed his pants, so i ahd to take him, and we ducked an got past spath, the stupid ape! he didn't even see us with his group of babboons beating up an unfourtunate nerd. so at school, julie hooberman loved my painting, as well as my teacher.. and stupid spath, was eager for some attention, so as the bad dimwit he is, he planted a bomb in my seat like the french against the u.s, but this time it was paint, and the french was a bully named spath. so basically, i was stunned and stumped. and ofcourse! at the same time, i was called to the office, way to go, spath, and way to go , bad side of me! i knew i had done something wrong, ofcourse. who doesn't know i come from a family of caniving wolves? anyway, i couldn't get up! but ofcourse, i was forced to , right infront of julie! who am i kidding? infront of the whole stupid class! i had red paint all over my butt and some physchological nut named caroline put me on the spot and looking at some weirdo picture, you know, one of those "what's wrong with the picture?" things. and i blurted an abswer back back one of the answers that the car's shadow is go ing the wrong way. she said to really take my time and i yelled o ut every answer in, like, 10 seconds! she was amazed, and didn't know what to say, but instead i ruined it by screaming, "I have red paint all over my butt !" So, on the weekend as my brothers were fighting, caorline came over and i had to do some iq test.. dinner is always a feast at my house, and it was the perfect time to announce the news, which obviously involved me. we were just aobut to leave the dinner table but mom had to crack the news open like a hatching egg and announce i was a genius and had an iq of 165!!!! im the next einstein!
stevie, i guess was cool. . i just wanted to get the iq thing out of the way. but stevie wasn't allowed to watch tv! oh my gosh! no way! but he had a closet full of comic books. i guess this might have been the beginning to a---friendship. not a beautiful one, but i guess i could make it work.
so i'm now officially a krelboyne. and my stupid teacher anno unced the news exaactly like mom to the whole class! and one word julie hooberman said to suit my feelings: "Bye." so these stupid smart-heads were staring at me like mentalcases when i came in. i practically passed o ut! would you wan to be genius? didn;t think so. stevie was ther.e and i went off on him and he said i stunk. i was just all burnt up about this whole crud. i mean, why me? yeah, the actual normal one in his family is now the stinking genius. how's that gonna look for me? what about my rep? gosh, this stinks! so i'm surrounded with enemies and i went off on spath and called him a buttwipe. that started a fight. . the whole 5th grade was o utside watching us on the playground! i whacked a pudding in his face and spath miissed a punch at me as i tried to get away, and nearly nailed stevie, but only lightly touched him as i ducked. the punch was already in progress. and the look on spath's face looked nervo us. halleluah! stevie came back! he tipped over his chair and everyone hates spath for life now because everyone thinks he hit a cripple! i mean.. . . . . .stevie. so me and stevie were happy abo ut all this. and i went home after school. .
so it stinks i'm in a gifted class, and that i've learned i;ve had the brain of an elephant all these years. but i guess not so bad. my brothers seem to take it ok. and reese is defending me for people calling me a freak. i guess in our own special way, we all love eachother. i can't believe i'm syaing this! but we're a bittersweet family, and it's all good. i like the way i am and i accept the way i am as well . i guess what i'm trying to say is that, just like i said about stevie about our friendship. we can make it work. and in a complete summary, i think i can make all of this work, too.
I cut and pasted this from Notepad on my computer! Hope you liked it! There is a weekly update! Don't worry! See ya!
--CJMAN327
Re: The Wilkerson Journal(Update Every week!)This weekilot!
Nice job, CJ. I confess I haven't read all of it, but a few things I'd like to point out so far:
1) A journal thread already exists in some dark and long forgotten corner of the forums. There's a good chance considering that this is, you know, the first episode ever, that The Pilot has already been done.
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ilot!Nice job, CJ. I confess I haven't read all of it, but a few things I'd like to point out so far:
1) A journal thread already exists in some dark and long forgotten corner of the forums. There's a good chance considering that this is, you know, the first episode ever, that The Pilot has already been done.
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What are you talking about??CJman327 said:
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I don't believe psychological is the word you're looking for.CJman327 said:
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That's not until Red Dress.CJman327 said:
Re: The Wilkerson Journal(Update Every week!)This weekilot!
Wow, that was a long time ago, wasn't it? That was stuck at one time, but I guess someone unstuck it.
We started doing journal entries from all teh characters for all the episodes, but I don't believe anyone's done Malcolm for the Pilot yet. Thanks CJ. If there's any others you want to do, go right ahead. David turns them all info Flash and links to them from the individual ep's page on the Ep Guide.
ilot!Wow, that was a long time ago, wasn't it? That was stuck at one time, but I guess someone unstuck it.
We started doing journal entries from all teh characters for all the episodes, but I don't believe anyone's done Malcolm for the Pilot yet. Thanks CJ. If there's any others you want to do, go right ahead. David turns them all info Flash and links to them from the individual ep's page on the Ep Guide.
Well, if I was banned. It would be ridiculous to be banned for a half of a day! And I think it might have been a glitch. Or was it because I went into FlashChat while it was in the progress of being modified? I don't know, but whatever it was, it's not a big deal. Let's get back on topic, shall we?