They walked up to the house. The old grey porch creaked. They opened the door. A faint light cast shadows on the stone walls. It smelled of dirt and mothballs. au maybe dirty mothballs.
"Ow!" Yelled Skipper.
Kowalski glanced over Skipper. He had stepped on a board that flipped up and hit him in the face.
"Ssshh." alisema Kowalski.
"Ow." Wispered Skipper.
They heard footsteps. They ran out the door and back to the base.
"How about we Just knock." Suggested Privete, "or barua pepe him."
***
Bang,bang,bang. The door didn't open. Bang,bang,bang. Still .didn't.
"Rico, rope." ordered Skipper.
"Here Skipper." alisema Rico handing him a rope.
"Perfect."
Skipper made a lasso and lassoed the weathervane.
"Skippah," alisema Privete "couldn't we try something a little less… well, dangerous."
"Sure Privete. Got any ideas?" alisema Skipper.
The door creaked open. A peice of papper blew in front of Skippers face. It said: TO BE CONTIUED. XD
"Ow!" Yelled Skipper.
Kowalski glanced over Skipper. He had stepped on a board that flipped up and hit him in the face.
"Ssshh." alisema Kowalski.
"Ow." Wispered Skipper.
They heard footsteps. They ran out the door and back to the base.
"How about we Just knock." Suggested Privete, "or barua pepe him."
***
Bang,bang,bang. The door didn't open. Bang,bang,bang. Still .didn't.
"Rico, rope." ordered Skipper.
"Here Skipper." alisema Rico handing him a rope.
"Perfect."
Skipper made a lasso and lassoed the weathervane.
"Skippah," alisema Privete "couldn't we try something a little less… well, dangerous."
"Sure Privete. Got any ideas?" alisema Skipper.
The door creaked open. A peice of papper blew in front of Skippers face. It said: TO BE CONTIUED. XD
Alex:sheesh I never knew that this room had lots of art things
Skipper:what do wewe mean?
Alex:well just look at it and today I am moving my art things
To the basement
Skipper:need help because your just a girl and-
Alex:are wewe saying I not storng
Kolwaski:well wewe are a girl and-
Alex:I take kartet class and I am a yellow belt
Rico:wow
Private:you must work really hard
Skipper:but do need help
Alex:sure
Down at the basement
Alex:well that should do it
Skipper:well we best get going back
Alex:it was nice meeting wewe guys
Kolwaski:yes it was wewe are a very great girl
Private:great she's magically
Alex:about that I have some to tell you..................
To be coutine please write maoni for all my chirstmas story
Skipper:what do wewe mean?
Alex:well just look at it and today I am moving my art things
To the basement
Skipper:need help because your just a girl and-
Alex:are wewe saying I not storng
Kolwaski:well wewe are a girl and-
Alex:I take kartet class and I am a yellow belt
Rico:wow
Private:you must work really hard
Skipper:but do need help
Alex:sure
Down at the basement
Alex:well that should do it
Skipper:well we best get going back
Alex:it was nice meeting wewe guys
Kolwaski:yes it was wewe are a very great girl
Private:great she's magically
Alex:about that I have some to tell you..................
To be coutine please write maoni for all my chirstmas story
marlene:I don't know if wewe can hear me au if your even there I don't know if wewe would lissen to a otter's pryer yes I know I'm just a outcast I souldn't speek to wewe still I see your face and wonder were wewe once an outcast too.god help the outcasts hungry from birth onyesha them the mersey they don't find on earth plz help my people we look to wewe still god help the outcasts au nobody will.
Others:I ask for wilth,I ask for fame,I ask for glory to shine on my name,I ask for upendo I can poses,I ask for god and his angels to bless me.
Marlene:I ask for nothing I can gat kwa but I know so meny less lucky then I plz help my people the poor and downtrad I thoughed we all were the children of god.god help the outcasts children of goooooooooood
Others:I ask for wilth,I ask for fame,I ask for glory to shine on my name,I ask for upendo I can poses,I ask for god and his angels to bless me.
Marlene:I ask for nothing I can gat kwa but I know so meny less lucky then I plz help my people the poor and downtrad I thoughed we all were the children of god.god help the outcasts children of goooooooooood