<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714659246604699753</id><updated>2012-02-10T19:34:31.960-08:00</updated><category term='Tiny Jen'/><category term='Super Calcium Bar'/><category term='New Baby Squirrel'/><category term='Super Calcium Salad for Breakfast Bar'/><category term='Koopa'/><category term='MooGoo Jen'/><category term='roller coaster'/><category term='fair'/><category term='rides'/><category term='jelly beans'/><category term='Armored Bro'/><category term='Mortron'/><category term='Mommy Squirrel'/><category term='carnival'/><category term='Ferris Wheel'/><category term='super heroes'/><category term='Fast food'/><category term='Bowser Jr.'/><category term='free samples'/><category term='Baby Squirrel'/><category term='Super Mario Galaxy'/><category term='Zombies'/><category term='skeleton'/><category term='candy'/><category term='Daddy Squirrel'/><category term='Spike Slug'/><category term='humor'/><title type='text'>The (Blog) Adventures of Baby Squirrel &amp; Friends</title><subtitle type='html'>Doctors told Maxwell's parents he would never speak or interact with the world. They were so wrong. This is the blog of Maxwell DiMarco (www.maxwelldimarco.com), the nine year old author and artist of the published graphic novel "Baby Squirrel is in Town."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Maxwell Kier DiMarco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937726475561652197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fUjbfT3sq4/SZt2LLhXL0I/AAAAAAAAABI/4FQFL2nv6Zg/S220/max.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>248</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714659246604699753.post-8843803018212266397</id><published>2011-08-02T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T18:11:43.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eggman meets Eggman part 8</title><content type='html'>Warning: This blog contains spoilers. Read the earlier blog warnings for details. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Preparing to engage the enemy!" said a recorded voice from inside Metal Sonic, and then he charged his chest laser, and then fired blast after blast at Chaos, who Eggman had released to defeat Eggman and his robots once and for all.&lt;br /&gt;"Get ready to be schooled!" hollered Robotnik from inside his new robot, the Egg Dragoon mark II (Those "I"s are supposed to be the tally form of the number "2"), and then he whipped out his drill, and charged right at Chaos's head, aiming for the brain. But it was too quick for him, and it sunk into the water, and reappeared in the water on the other side of the town. Then it fired a huge laser from it's mouth, which blasted Robotnik across the sky. "You little... YOU LITTLE...!" fumed Robotnik, and then the slot on his machine's chest began to spin, and finally stopped on a picture of round bombs. Then, one of the green buttons on the black part of the machine opened, and out fired bomb after bomb, which all headed straight for Chaos.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh no you don't!" said Baby Squirrel, and he leapt out of the water, and knocked all the bombs back at Eggman, and then landed smoothly on the roof of a apartment building, never missing a beat. Every one of the bombs headed right for Eggman's glass cockpit.&lt;br /&gt;"No! Don't knock them over here, you fool!" cried Robotnik, and then all the bombs exploded, shattering the glass dome of his cockpit, and leaving Ivo with a burnt mustache. "I say, you're just as bad as Sonic!" screamed Robotnik, and then he pointed at Baby Squirrel. "Metals! Distract him while I deal with Chaos!" and then he charged Chaos while Metal Sonic and Metal Baby Squirrel ganged up on Baby Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;"Not bad! This might actually be a challenge!" said Baby Squirrel, and then he blocked a Mega Punch from Metal Baby Squirrel, then before he could pull away, grabbed his hand, and smashed him into Metal Sonic, sending them both splashing into the water. "Now for Ivo!" and then he leapt from roof top to roof top, chasing the evil genius as he charged toward Chaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now meanwhile, Eggman Robot was having a heated battle himself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You get back here, coward, and take what's coming to ya'!" commanded Bowser, who was running as fast as he could after Eggman Robot, who was flying away from him in Egg Emperor, which was dark brown robotic battle armor shaped like Eggman, with a lance in the place of it's right arm, a large shield in it's left hand, and two rectangular rock boosters on it's back that could also fire rockets.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm going to knock you back to Dark Land, Bowser!" taunted Eggman Robot, and then he pulled back his lance.&lt;br /&gt;"What are you doing? Are you thinking of running away?" mocked Bowser.&lt;br /&gt;"No..." said Eggman Robot, as he punched buttons on his control panel. "But I am going to..... CHARGE!" and then he charged at Bowser as fast as the machine could go, smashing him with his lance, and sending the koopa king flying into the ever-spreading water.&lt;br /&gt;"You... I'm going to clobber you!" screamed Bowser, but before he could get up, a huge wooden hammer flew out of nowhere, smashing Bowser over the head, and knocking him out cold.&lt;br /&gt;"That will teach you!" said King Dedede, who was standing in the water with his Waddle Dees.&lt;br /&gt;"Dedede? What made you do that?" asked Eggman Robot, as he landed his machine.&lt;br /&gt;"Actually, I guess I'm not as evil as it seems," said King Dedede with a shrug. "I first thought that conquering the universe would be great. But... I really don't care for roughing up people. I guess I'll just be content with conquering Dreamland. But I will make &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sure&lt;/span&gt; I don't actually hurt anyone! ...Other then Kirby, of course."&lt;br /&gt;"Well, thanks, and I wish you the best of luck!" said Eggman Robot, and then King Dedede, all his Waddle Dees, and Bowser were all hit by the V.G. Laser, and were all back where they belonged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that you know what happened to Bowser and Eggman Robot, it's back to the main battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, Egg-stup!" taunted Baby Squirrel from the top of the building he was on. "I'm over here!"&lt;br /&gt;"What?! Where are my robots?!" screamed Robotnik, looking everywhere. He finally saw them floating on the water, and soon after that they were both hit by the V.G. Laser. "AAAARRRRGGGGG!!!!! Curse you, Baby Squirrel! I'm going to kill you and all of your friends!" and then the slot machine began to turn again.&lt;br /&gt;"I know how this works," said Baby Squirrel, and he leapt toward the slot, and painted a picture of himself over a picture of Robotnik on the slot, and then began to Mega Punch the slots.&lt;br /&gt;"H-hey!" screamed Robotnik, as he was knocked all over his cockpit with every blow. "St-stop that! I, Doctor Robotnik, command you to stop this instant!" but it was too late. Baby Squirrel had gotten three Baby Squirrels on the slot. "N-n-no! Not Baby Squirrel Fever!" cried Robotnik. and then, Baby Squirrel began to glow with a rainbow light.&lt;br /&gt;"Get ready to feel the wrath of my revenge, "Eggman"!" hollered Baby Squirrel, and then he turned away from Robotnik, and fired rainbow blast after rainbow blast from his tail at Robotnik's machine. However, it was soon over, and Baby Squirrel turned back to his normal color.&lt;br /&gt;"You little pest! You will not call me "Eggman" again, or I will crush you into slime!" demanded Robotnik, and then his drill turned into a club, and he swung it at Baby Squirrel. "I've got you now...!" chuckled Robotnik, and then he grabbed Baby Squirrel with his machine's extend-able claw, and then knocked Baby Squirrel for a loop with his club. "See?! That's what happens to fur balls!" but then, his machine was bombarded with missiles!&lt;br /&gt;"You get off of this planet, Robotnik! Your empire ends here!" hollered Eggman Robot, who was still in Egg Emperor, and was firing missiles by the second at the evil doctor and his machine. And then, Robotnik barely had time tododge a blast from the V.G. Laser.&lt;br /&gt;"How dare you hurt my best friend?!" demanded Spike Slug from the deck of the Egg Carrier, and then he leapt from the deck, and used a propeller that he had whipped out of his shell to fly right onto Robotnik's machine! "Take this!" said Spike Slug, as he plunged his shell into the machine's Gatling Gun. Then, it began to smoke, and then Spike Slug leapt away, just as the gun exploded! BOOOOOMMMM!!!!&lt;br /&gt;"Why you-- I'LL CRUSH YOU ALL!!!" fumed Robotnik, and then his hammer turned back into a drill, and he plowed through the sky toward Spike Slug, firing blasts from the small laser blasters on the machine's shoulders. But then, Robotnik heard a roar from behind him. He turned his head to look behind him, and was shocked at what he saw! Baby Squirrel was riding Chaos right for him! "Yikes!" cried Robotnik, and he gave up trying to catch Spike Slug, and instead zoomed as fast as he could go toward his base. "I will be back, you miserable flea carriers!"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh no you don't!" fumed Baby Squirrel, and he pointed at Robotnik's fleeing machine. "Fire, Chaos!" and then with a roar of fury, Chaos fired his laser right at Robotnik's machine. It tore through the metal, and it began to go down in flames.&lt;br /&gt;"What?! How?! How could &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;, the great Robotnik, go down like this?!" sobbed Robotnik, as the Egg Carrier began to charge the V.G. Laser. "You won't get me back into that world as long as I'm alive!" he screamed, and then his hover craft ejected from his machine, and then took off for his base, with Eggman Robot, Spike Slug, Baby Squirrel, Chaos, and the Egg Carrier in hot pursuit.&lt;br /&gt;"FIRE!!!" screamed Eggman, and then the V.G. Laser fired it's laser, shooting right through Chaos, also hitting the Iron Knuckles and Koopa that were floating in Chaos, and then heading right for Robotnik!&lt;br /&gt;"Nooooooooo!!!!!" cried out Robotnik, and then, he was enveloped in blue light, and then the laser went past him, and hit his base. "I HATE THAT..... SQUIIIIIIIIRRRRREEEEELLLLLL!!!!!" and  then, there was silence. Chaos was gone. So was Robotnik's army of monsters. And Robotnik's base. And of course, Robotnik himself.&lt;br /&gt;"We did it!" cheered Eggman Robot. "Goodbye, Robotnik! It's been not so nice meeting you!"&lt;br /&gt;"Ummm... but what about the Egg Carrier, the Egg Emperor, and the Egg Albatross?" wondered Spike Slug aloud.&lt;br /&gt;"I think we're going to keep them," said Eggman with a snicker, who was now standing on the deck of the Egg Carrier with Baby Squirrel's friends. "I've realized that Robotnik's machines are a lot cooler then he is! He he."&lt;br /&gt;"Now then..." said Baby Squirrel, and then, he used his powers to repair Nutville. Soon, all the towns folk came back, and began to go about their business like normally. "What should we do to celebrate?"&lt;br /&gt;"How about we have a few matches in Sonic Adventure 2 Battle's two player mode?" suggested the winged squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;"Sure!" said Baby Squirrel. and then they all spent the day in Baby Squirrel's house, playing Sonic games. Eggman always played Robotnik, and he won lots of battles. And when it was time for bed, Eggman and Eggman Robot went back to their base with the remains of the Egg Dragoon mark II, and remade it into the Eggman Emperor mark II. They then stood back to admire their work.&lt;br /&gt;"Someday we'll use this machine to crush Baby Squirrel, and take over the world!" laughed Eggman.&lt;br /&gt;"But not today," said Eggman Robot. "For a little bit, at least, we're taking a break from evil."&lt;br /&gt;"Yep," agreed Eggman. "Evil plans will have to wait. Time to eat!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations! Since you were thoughtful enough to scroll down here, I'll tell you what happened to Robotnik when he went back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blue light shone in the sky above the dessert, and out of it dropped none other then Robotnik himself, in his hover craft.&lt;br /&gt;"ARG!!!" screamed the evil doctor, climbing out of his machine once it had landed. "Curse those stupid full balls!"&lt;br /&gt;"Sir!" exclaimed Metal Baby Squirrel, who was with Metal Sonic, and they were both flying toward him. "Are you alright?"&lt;br /&gt;"NO," grumbled Robotnik. "Those miserable pests! How dare they do this to me?! Now I'll have to deal with that stupid blue hedgehog again! And to top it off, I'll never be able to go back to that world again!"&lt;br /&gt;"Ummmmm... sir?" shivered Metal Sonic. "First of all, your new base just landed and sunk into a sink hole. And second of all............................. ummmmmmm....................."&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT?!" screamed Robotnik, grabbing Metal Sonic by the neck. "Just say it!"&lt;br /&gt;"Um..." gulped Metal Sonic. "Your hidden base... you know, the one in the pyramid... well, it's stuck in that force field you made, so we might be able to get in, but unless we use the teleporter... none of our robots, or us, will ever leave again (By the way, this is how that force field works: You can go into it, but you can't leave once you're inside)!!!&lt;br /&gt;"No! It can't be!" gasped Robotnik, dropping Metal Sonic, and turning to see what Metal Sonic had said was true. The bright red force field Robotnik had used to trap Nutville was now over his secret base. "AAARRRRGGGGGG!!!!!" he screamed, and then he fell to the sand, and pounded his fists on the ground. "I HATE THAT SQUIRREL!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end (For real)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The weekly blog of Maxwell DiMarco (www.maxwelldimarco.com), seven year old author and artist, of the graphic novel "Baby Squirrel is in Town" and other books and CDs.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714659246604699753-8843803018212266397?l=maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/feeds/8843803018212266397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714659246604699753&amp;postID=8843803018212266397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/8843803018212266397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/8843803018212266397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/2011/08/eggman-meets-eggman-part-8.html' title='Eggman meets Eggman part 8'/><author><name>Maxwell Kier DiMarco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937726475561652197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fUjbfT3sq4/SZt2LLhXL0I/AAAAAAAAABI/4FQFL2nv6Zg/S220/max.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714659246604699753.post-2057365895810171982</id><published>2011-08-01T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T16:40:40.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eggman meets Eggman part 7</title><content type='html'>Warning: This blog contains spoilers. Read the other blog warnings for details. There are also some spoilers in the case of Sonic Adventure, and Sonic Unleashed. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am the evil genius, Doctor Ivo Robotnik!" announced Robotnik to a line of creatures in front of him. "I have released you from your prisons to aid me in my quest for world domination!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Robotnik had gotten back to his base after being shot down by Eggman, he had returned to his base, and found that Metal Sonic had not gotten him movies, but video games (He had also gotten what he thought was a remote control, so Robotnik would not have to get up to change the channel, which turned out to be a Game Cube remote). Robotnik quickly learned what they were and how you played them, and soon had unleashed a variety of villains and evil monsters into his base. And now here he was, with all the bad guys in front of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A huge dragon beast wearing a large spiked turtle-like shell on it's back raised it's hand.&lt;br /&gt;"Uh, that's great and all, but I've had some problems with a certain plumber in the past. He's always stopped &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; evil schemes. How do you know that the hero from your world won't stop &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; evil schemes?" asked the monster.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm glad you asked," said Robotnik. "This is not the world I come from, you see. I was brought here in the same way I have brought you all here. So Sonic and all of those other pests will never ruin our fun! Does anyone else have any questions?"&lt;br /&gt;Then a creature in dark red robes who was carrying a large wooden hammer raised his hand.&lt;br /&gt;"Sooooo..." said the creature, trying to take it all in. "What you're saying is that there's no one that can stop us here, and the world is just waiting to be conquered?"&lt;br /&gt;"Exactly," said Robotnik. "Now, anyone who has power in their own world who is in on this will have power over a section of this new world. Now, who will help me pull off this scheme?" all of the creatures raised their hands. "Now then..." chuckled Eggman. "SOLDIERS! MOVE OUT!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, up in Eggman's base...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you absolutely sure about this, Eggman Robot?" shivered Moogoo Jen, as two robots pushed a tank full of water with wheels into Eggman's new battleship, which was actually Robotnik's battleship, the Egg Carrier, which Eggman had taken out of Sonic Adventure.&lt;br /&gt;"Of course I'm sure," said Eggman, as two more robots pulled a trolley that had some strange looking battle armor on it into the ship. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Robotnik&lt;/span&gt; might have not been able to control it, but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; am more then sure that I will be able to!"&lt;br /&gt;"Besides," he continued, as a pink disco 'bot pushed Baby Squirrel, who was in a tank full of blue liquid into the ship, while at the same time five robots were working hard, setting up cannon after cannon on the edges of the deck. "If it does get out of control, I can always send it back in, with the V.G. Laser (Video Game Laser)!"&lt;br /&gt;"Well................................... okay," sighed Little Jen, who had also been worried, and then, once all the weapons and equipment they had brought out of the T.V. was inside the ship, they went inside, shut and locked the door behind them, and then they took off toward Baby Squirrel World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"BWA HA HA HA!!!! Fear me, puny ants!" laughed Bowser, which was the name of the giant turtle dragon monster, as he chased a crowd of jens to the edge of the force field with his mega goombas, which were giant brown mushroom shape creatures, with one fang at each end of it's mouth.&lt;br /&gt;"HELP! HELP!!!!" cried the jens, as they ran all around, trying to escape Bowser and his army. One brave jen even tried to attack one of the goombas, but it simply kicked it aside with one of it's feet.&lt;br /&gt;"Get ready to be blown away!" said a tan cloud monster whose name was Huff an' Puff, as he blew cold air at a squirrel, sending it flying, and knocking it into the force field. "This is even more fun than I thought it would be!"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not so sure about this anymore..." said the creature with the large hammer, who's name was King Dedede. "I don't think this is so fun..."&lt;br /&gt;"Well, fine. Sit back and watch, but meanwhile, I'm going to be conquering the world!" laughed Robotnik, as he and his robots flew into Nutville, and began to blow up everything they saw with laser blasts.&lt;br /&gt;But then, suddenly, down from the sky came a huge laser, much bigger than Eggman and his robot's laser blasts. It smashed into Robotnik's hover mobile, sending it careening off, and tossing Ivo to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT?! Who dares shoot at me?!" demanded Robotnik, looking up, and then gasping in shock. "MY EGG CARRIER!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;There, in the sky, was none other then Eggman, and Baby Squirrel's friends in the Egg Carrier.&lt;br /&gt;"I bet it's that no good egg shaped fool again!" fumed Robotnik. "METALS! GET HIM!!!" then Metal Sonic and Metal Baby Squirrel charged into the sky, heading straight for the control room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fire the V.G. Laser!" commanded Eggman, pointing at Robotnik, who was nothing but a red speck on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;"At once, your greatness!" saluted the same hammer robot who had driven Eggman's battleship, as he pressed a button on the control panel. Then, the front of the battleship opened up, to reveal Eggman's T.V. in a glass case, and then, the laser blaster began to suck energy from it, and then a huge teal laser exploded from it, heading right for Metal Sonic and Metal Baby Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;"YIKES!" cried out Metal Sonic, and then he and Metal Baby Squirrel dodged out of the way as the laser blasted by, now heading right on course for Robotnik.&lt;br /&gt;"No! I've come too far in my plan to die! I won't!" screamed Robotnik, and then he scrambled out of the way, and the laser hit the spot where he had moments before been lying. "ARMY! FORGET THE VILLAGERS! FOCUS ON THAT BATTLESHIP!!!" and then he took off for his base to get something, which was when he saw that the force field was no longer over Nutville. It had been sucked into the T.V. "Curse that Eggman!" he shouted as he ran up the mountain leading for his base.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now! Eggman Robot! Launch the Egg Emperor! We'll open fire!" commanded Eggman into a walky talky.&lt;br /&gt;"Roger that, Eggman!" said Eggman Robot into his walky talky, and then he pressed a button on a control panel inside the battle armor, which he was now in, and then he launched out a open hatch in the side of the ship, and crashed to the street, right in front of Bowser and his troops. "Get ready to have your shell kicked, turtle!" screamed Eggman Robot from inside the machine, which looked like Eggman, except with two rocket boosters on it's back that could also fire lasers, and with a shield in it's left hand, and a lance in the place of it's right arm and hand.&lt;br /&gt;"I won't go down without a fight, robot!" fumed Bowser. "Get ready to DIIIIIIEEEEE!!!!" and then he breathed a huge burst of fire at the machine, but Eggman Robot was too quick. He punched some buttons, and the machine blocked the blast with it's shield, and then knocked Bowser aside with the side of it's lance.&lt;br /&gt;"Who's next?" challenged Eggman Robot.&lt;br /&gt;"We'll take you on!" said Huff an' Puff, who had four turtle-like creatures that stood upright in different colored masks and shells next to him.&lt;br /&gt;"Well, well! If it isn't the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles!" laughed Eggman Robot.&lt;br /&gt;"What are you talking about?!" demanded one of the turtles who had a red shell turtle and mask. "We're the Koopa Bros! And we're going to clobber you!" and then they all charged Eggman Robot.&lt;br /&gt;"Time to go!" said Eggman Robot, and he hit some buttons on his control panel, and then he launched into the air, and took off down the road.&lt;br /&gt;"Curse that miserable robot!" fumed Bowser, stumbling over just in time to see Eggman Robot zoom away. "Get him!" and they charged after the machine.&lt;br /&gt;"Missile launch!" commanded Eggman Robot, and then he hit a button on his control panel, sending missiles flying for the bad guys.&lt;br /&gt;"Dodge guys!" screamed the red Koopa bro, and then he and the other koopa bros spun in their shells right under the missile barrage. But Huff an' Puff wasn't so lucky. BOOOOMMMM!!!&lt;br /&gt;"Yoooooooowwwwww!!!" screamed the cloud monster as he spiraled off out of pain, only stopping when he was hit by the V.G. Laser.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm going to crush you, robot freak!" vowed Bowser, as he plucked the Koopa Bros off the ground.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey!" screamed a koopa bro with a yellow shell and mask. "Lord Bowser! What are you doing?"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm getting rid of that machine!" answered Bowser, as he hurled the poor koopas right at the Egg Emperor. Eggman Robot knocked all four bros away with his lance, which left them open for a blast from the V.G. Laser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're reeling them in like fish!" chuckled Eggman, as he blasted Bowser's Mega Goombas back into the video game where they belonged.&lt;br /&gt;But suddenly, the deck was showered with gunfire! Robots that were on deck ran inside as fast as they could go!&lt;br /&gt;"Wh-what the--" gasped Eggman, when he saw what it was.&lt;br /&gt;"Take that, you miserable fiend!" screamed Robotnik, who was in the cockpit of a machine Eggman had never seen him use in a game before, and Eggman had played a lot of Sonic Games. "Feel the might of the Egg Dragoon mark II! Your time on this planet is up!"&lt;br /&gt;"Egg Dragoon?" asked Little Jen out loud. "I know that machine! Eggman used it in the opening of Sonic Unleashed, and then it was the last machine he used in the game, only it was heavily upgraded, of course. But there was never a mark II!" The machine had a sphere shaped red body,  with two legs attached to a black part of it that had two glowing green circles on it. It had a blue drill in place of it's right hand that seemed to flow with power. It's shoulders were round with spikes on them. It's left hand was a huge Gatling Gun. Eggman's cockpit was in the red body of the machine. But the thing that Little Jen noticed that was truly different from the first Egg Dragoon, was that a slot like you'd see on a slot machine covered up all but a little of the green circles, it had two laser blasters coming out of it's shoulders, there was a extend-able claw on the back of the machine, and then, as Little Jen watched, it's lance changed into a huge, metal, and spiked club!&lt;br /&gt;"Say your prayers, you little balls of fur!" laughed Eggman from the cockpit of the monstrous contraption, as he charged right for the control room of the Egg Carrier, club ready to strike.&lt;br /&gt;"Click! Buzz! Sir! Should we launch the secret weapon?" asked the hammer robot driving the ship, with a slight shiver in it's voice.&lt;br /&gt;"We have no choice," sighed Eggman. "Okay. Here goes! RELEASE CHAOS!!!!" and then the robot pressed a button.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, a gush of water poured from a now open hatch in the side of the ship, and it then landed on the empty streets of Nutville. It then began to take the form of a creature made entirely of water. It had two arms, and also two legs, and it's hands had only three fingers. Two big ones, and then it's thumb in-between them. It's head was round, with green eyes and also a brain floating in it. Part of it's head stuck into the air, and it had two curved horn shaped parts coming out of the back of it's head.&lt;br /&gt;"What?! Chaos? You fool! Chaos can't be controlled!" hollered Robotnik, swinging his machine's club about in a rage.&lt;br /&gt;"It's a risk that we must take to rid this world of you, Robotnik!" snapped back Eggman. "Now the time has come! Give Chaos the Chaos Emeralds, and let's be rid of this mad doctor!"&lt;br /&gt;"R-r-roger..." shivered the hammer robot, and then he pressed another button, and seven gems flew out of the same hatch Chaos had come from. The water monster then sucked them into it, and then began to transform. Water began to gush from it as it began to take the shape of a true monster. Two huge tentacles rose out of the flood of water, as a huge serpent-like creature rose up. It's sides were lined with long fins, and rods of water came out of it's back. It had a huge fin of water on the top of it's head, and it had a huge mouth full of teeth, with two green eyes on either side of it. It roared a massive roar, that sended the monsters that Eggman had brought out of the games panic! A koopa just like the koopa bros, but with out the masks, and just with a plain green shell, ran as fast as it could for the exit of the town, but was knocked down by a laser blast from Chaos's mouth. Five Waddle Dees, who were some of King Dedede's troops, who were a brownish-red color, round, had pink faces with eyes and no mouths, and little round hands and small feet, piled into a elevator of an apartment building, rode it to the top floor, and then scrambled out the window, and onto the roof, where King Dedede stood.&lt;br /&gt;"Sigh... I knew something bad would happen if we tried to conquer the world..." he sighed.&lt;br /&gt;Three Iron Knuckles, who were huge knights with large axes from the Link Universe, tried to flee the raging water monster, but they were too slow, and were swept away by the flood water. Para Koopas, who were koopas with wings, flew as fast as they could away from the town, but Eggman hit them with the V.G. Laser before they could escape into the world.&lt;br /&gt;"Well, you might have my army in panic, but don't forget me!" laughed Robotnik. "Besides, soon Chaos will be in such a rage, he'll come after &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;, too!"&lt;br /&gt;"Don't be too sure," said a voice from the deck.&lt;br /&gt;"What?!" fumed Robotnik. "Who &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dares&lt;/span&gt; to question my opinions?!"&lt;br /&gt;"I do!" mocked Baby Squirrel. he had just gotten out of the healing chamber, and was now up and moving again, and, worst of all for Robotnik, he was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MAD&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;"Why you little furry freak! I'll crush you!" screamed Robotnik, and he turned in his machine to face Baby Squirrel, and Metal Sonic and Metal Baby Squirrel flew from behind a building where they had been hiding from Chaos to his side. And then they all lunged at Baby Squirrel. Robotnik firing Gatling shot after Gatling shot, Metal Sonic shooting at Baby Squirrel with a laser from his chest, and Metal Baby Squirrel swinging his arms madly with Mega Punches.&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, yeah, I know. You're really mad, and you're bent on bringing me harm. Big deal," chuckled Baby Squirrel, and then he leapt from the ship, and landed right in Chaos. SPOOSH! "Now, Chaos, it's time to bring the fight to those omelet fools!" said Baby Squirrel, and then he swam out of the monster, and once he was on the ground, he pointed to Robotnik. "There's someone to smash! Come on! Let's go! Smash those fools!" and, once Chaos had seen them, it roared it's huge roar, and then the battle of battles began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The weekly blog of Maxwell DiMarco (www.maxwelldimarco.com), seven year old author and artist, of the graphic novel "Baby Squirrel is in Town" and other books and CDs.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714659246604699753-2057365895810171982?l=maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/feeds/2057365895810171982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714659246604699753&amp;postID=2057365895810171982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/2057365895810171982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/2057365895810171982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/2011/08/eggman-meets-eggman-part-7.html' title='Eggman meets Eggman part 7'/><author><name>Maxwell Kier DiMarco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937726475561652197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fUjbfT3sq4/SZt2LLhXL0I/AAAAAAAAABI/4FQFL2nv6Zg/S220/max.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714659246604699753.post-5517615514592558383</id><published>2011-07-28T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T16:10:20.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eggman meets Eggman part 6</title><content type='html'>Warning: this blog contains slight spoilers. Read the first few blog warnings for details. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, at Eggman's base...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look who I brought home!" said Eggman, as Baby Squirrel's friends got out of the machine.&lt;br /&gt;"Click? Why have you brought &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;them&lt;/span&gt; back with you, master?" wondered a flying pink bomb robot aloud.&lt;br /&gt;"I hate to say it, but if we're ever going to have a world to conquer  without a huge force field over Nutville, and without a video character  running around casing havoc, we're going to need their help," sighed  Eggman, as Eggman Robot flew up in their jet pack basket to help Eggman  back to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;"Well..." said Spike Slug. "We'll be glad to help. What can we help with?"&lt;br /&gt;"First," began Eggman Robot, as the jet pack basket landed. "We'll need Baby Squirrel."&lt;br /&gt;"You mean to help him recover?" asked Moogoo Jen.&lt;br /&gt;"Um, yes," said Eggman, as Daddy Squirrel handed him Baby Squirrel, who  was still stiff as stone. Then a hammer robot stomped up to Eggman, and  Eggman handed him Baby Squirrel, and whispered to it, too quietly for  anyone to hear except him and the hammer robot (And also Baby Squirrel,  who could still hear and think), "Put Baby Squirrel in the display case  in the main hall. I'll cure him later."&lt;br /&gt;"This is humiliating," thought Baby Squirrel, as the hammer robot carried him away.&lt;br /&gt;"Next," continued Eggman Robot. "I'll need Spike Slug to come with me."&lt;br /&gt;"Okay..." said Spike Slug, as Eggman Robot led him down a long hallway, with many things on display.&lt;br /&gt;"If you want..." said Eggman Robot as he walked down the hall. "We can  stop for a moment to look at the things on display, if you like."&lt;br /&gt;"Sure. Why not? It's not like I'll be up here again anytime soon,"  shrugged Spike Slug, who was looking at a large tank viewable via glass  windows the wall. It was shaped like a fish tank in a aquarium, except  it had no water in it In it was many pieces of Copy's Castle. There was  even a broken off tower! There was even Copy and Tiki Face in there, walking  around with no particular place to go. A small white plaque under the  glass of the tank read "Copy's Castle Ruins. Discovered by Eggman  Robot."&lt;br /&gt;"When we retreated," explained Eggman Robot, "We found them down by the  docks with a whole lot of rubble and even more rubbish. We took it back  here, and made this exhibit. Then we went back to Baby Squirrel World to  look for you for more help, and, well, here we are. Oh, and, also, the  tank and glass windows are God of Power proof."&lt;br /&gt;"Curse you robo freaks and your stupid glass," grumbled Copy, but through the glass, no one heard.&lt;br /&gt;To the left of the glass tank, which was back down the hall the way they'd come, was a wooden cylinder with a tall glass dome over it, which held a gray, slightly chipped statue of Copy with his chest puffed out and his hands on his hips. The statue had a evil grin on his face, like Copy has when he comes up with a plan.&lt;br /&gt;"That statue was some of that rubbish I told you about," said Eggman Robot, giving Copy and Tiki Face a mocking grin.&lt;br /&gt;As they walked on down the hall, passing strange plants, and even a display of Eggman's "Ultimate" machine, now completely fixed, Spike Slug noticed a display that had something that looked just like Baby Squirrel on display. It even was in the same stiff pose.&lt;br /&gt;"Fur Brained Squirrel," Spike Slug read off of the plaque on the display. "Hey! That's Baby Squirrel!"&lt;br /&gt;"Errr..." giggled Eggman Robot. "That's the, ummmm... the Cure Chamber." and then he hurried Spike Slug down the rest of the hallway, and into what, to Spike Slug, looked like a living room. It had a green couch, and two green arm chairs opposite to one another. On the right of the couch, there was a small drawer with a lamp in the shape of Eggman with a light bulb on his head on it. It also had a lamp shade. "Have a seat," said Eggman Robot, sitting down in one of the chairs.&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you," said Spike Slug, sitting down in the chair opposite to Eggman Robot. "Now, what did you want to talk about?"&lt;br /&gt;"Let me begin," said Eggman Robot. "I admit it: we're responsible for bringing Robotnik into this world. It was a accident, really and truly. Eggman was playing Sonic Adventure 2 Battle, and was playing as Eggman, when one of his robots hit a button that I had made to bring whatever thing that was on the screen at the time out of the game. And since Eggman, at the moment, apparently was the only character on the screen at the time, he was brought out of the game."&lt;br /&gt;"Soooo..." said Spike Slug, trying to get the picture. "What do you want &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; to do?"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm getting to that," said Eggman Robot. "So, I brought our T.V. with us in our invasion to give us a endless supply of robots. However, that blue robot snatched it, and brought it into Robotnik's base before it fell--"&lt;br /&gt;"WAIT A MOMENT!!!" screamed Spike Slug. "You're saying now Eggman can bring whatever he wants out of anything at all?!"&lt;br /&gt;"Well... he might not know yet," said Eggman Robot. "But what I need you to do is give me and Eggman a new T.V. I can make to be able to bring stuff out of a video game, and then we can use to fight back."&lt;br /&gt;"But what if Eggman takes that one too?" wondered Spike Slug aloud. "Then he'd be able to bring monsters out of games at double the pace!"&lt;br /&gt;"But this time we won't make the same mistake!" reassured Eggman Robot. "I promise!"&lt;br /&gt;"Well..." said Spike Slug, thinking it over. "...Okay then." and then he reached into his shell, and pulled out a T.V.&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you very much," said Eggman Robot, and then there was a cloud of dust around the T.V. as Eggman Robot worked, and then when it cleared, Eggman Robot was all finished. "EGGMAN!!!" he called. "The T.V.'s done!" at this, Eggman and the rest of Baby Squirrel's friends rushed in.&lt;br /&gt;"Heh heh heh..." chuckled Eggman, as he turned on the T.V. "Now that stupid Robotnik doesn't stand a chance!" and then he turned to Spike Slug, the rest of Baby Squirrel's team (Not including Tiny Jen, who wasn't there.), and Daddy Squirrel and Mommy Squirrel. "Now get some good sleep. Tomorrow will determine the fate of Nutville!" and then he pointed to the door that led back into the hallway. "The first door on your right is the guest bedroom. There's a bathroom connected to it. Goodnight." and as Baby Squirrel's friends walked out of the room, a blue light shone forth in turn from each of Eggman's game systems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who will win the battle? The evil Robotnik? Or Baby Squirrel's friends and Eggman's troops? Find out next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The weekly blog of Maxwell DiMarco (www.maxwelldimarco.com), seven year old author and artist, of the graphic novel "Baby Squirrel is in Town" and other books and CDs.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714659246604699753-5517615514592558383?l=maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/feeds/5517615514592558383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714659246604699753&amp;postID=5517615514592558383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/5517615514592558383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/5517615514592558383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/2011/07/eggman-meets-eggman-part-6.html' title='Eggman meets Eggman part 6'/><author><name>Maxwell Kier DiMarco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937726475561652197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fUjbfT3sq4/SZt2LLhXL0I/AAAAAAAAABI/4FQFL2nv6Zg/S220/max.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714659246604699753.post-1021789690556716839</id><published>2011-07-28T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T15:26:14.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eggman meets Eggman part 5</title><content type='html'>Warning: This blog contains slight spoilers. Read the previous blog spoiler warnings for details. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now then, little fur ball..." said Robotnik (The "Eggman" from Sonic World), as he entered a lab room. "Let's see your abilities, hmmmmm...?"&lt;br /&gt;"Listen, um... Robotnik," said Baby Squirrel, who was tied up in a compartment in a large machine. "What makes you think I'm going to tell you my abilities?"&lt;br /&gt;"You will tell me your abilities, or I will &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;force&lt;/span&gt; you to!" fumed Robotnik.&lt;br /&gt;"You won't be hearing me tell you anytime soon, so, just try to force me, "Eggman"!" mocked Baby Squirrel. "What are you gonna' do to me? Brainwash me? But you see, so many people use that. Can't you come up with anything more or--&lt;br /&gt;"SHUT YOUR TRAP!" screamed Robotnik, pulling down a level on the wall, and then a blue light began to fill the compartment that held Baby Squirrel. "You don't dare call me "Eggman" again! Sonic used to, and I hate it! And no, I'm not going to brainwash you. I'm just simply going to read your very mind!" and then down from the ceiling came a periscope lens which Robotnik then looked into, only there was no periscope. "Ha ha!" laughed the evil man. "It works! I can now see all of your abilities! Oh, and here's something... your very name! "Baby Squirrel"! What a stupid name! And here's all your friend's names! Spike Slug, Moogoo Jen, Little Jen... hm. And a certain Tiny Jen. Perhaps those jens are those strange creatures. Let me see... ah yes. there they are. You've been a great help, "Baby Squirrel"!" and then the periscope lens retracted back into the ceiling, and then Robotnik walked out of the room, leaving Baby Squirrel tied up in the machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, in another part of the base...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's get going, guys!" said Spike Slug, as he smashed through floor after floor (and since the floor was now the wall since the base had been knocked on it's side, they were really going through wall after wall) with a huge drill machine he had taken out of his shell. "Hang on, Baby Squirrel! We're coming!"&lt;br /&gt;It was only three minutes before Spike Slug had drilled right into the room where Baby Squirrel was being held. And who should be there, but Robotnik, and Metal Sonic, who had just come back to the base (what he was getting while he was gone, though, Baby Squirrel and his friends don't know yet).&lt;br /&gt;"Well, well. If it isn't Baby Squirrel's fine furry friends!" laughed Robotnik. "Welcome to my new base!"&lt;br /&gt;"Welcome?!" demanded Spike Slug. "Why are you welcoming us, and second of all, since when did you know Baby Squirrel's name?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, let's just say we had a chat," chuckled Robotnik. "But now you can take him. I have no more use for him." and then he pressed a button on the mind reading machine, and Baby Squirrel was launched out, now free of his bounds. "Oh, and by the way..." said Robotnik. "Don't ask him what other things our chat was about. He won't be able to answer you! Ha ha ha ha ha! Have a nice day!" and then he and Metal Sonic left the room.&lt;br /&gt;"I wonder what that was about..." wondered Spike Slug, as he, Baby Squirrel, and his friends climbed out of the hole int he base they had made to get in. "So, Baby Squirrel, what happened? How does he know your name all of a sudden?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, that?" asked Baby Squirrel. "You won't believe it, but he--" but then, suddenly, Baby Squirrel suddenly got stiff as stone, and stopped talking abruptly! &lt;br /&gt;"Wha ha ha ha!" laughed a voice, and then out of the base, rose a mega phone, out of which Robotnik's voice boomed loud and clear. "I saaaaiiiid... he won't be able to answer you! I gave him a potion that, if he dares to talk about what happened, he would freeze up! There is no cure for it! He will now be Baby Squirrel the Furry Statue for the rest of his pathetic life! Wha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!!" and then the mega phone sank back down into the base, the hole that it had come out of closing behind it, and then suddenly, a force field in appeared around the base, and began to grow!&lt;br /&gt;"Run, guys!" hollered Little Jen, as he jumped off of the base, and began to run as fast as he could toward the mountain trail leading off of the mountain. "If we don't hurry, we're going to be trapped!" and then, he tore off down the mountain, followed closely by Mommy Squirrel and Daddy Squirrel, with Spike Slug, Moogoo Jen, and the squirrel bug carrying Baby Squirrel, who now even felt like stone, down the mountain with them.&lt;br /&gt;Soon, they were back at Baby Squirrel's house.&lt;br /&gt;"Now..." said Mommy Squirrel, walking around Baby Squirrel. "How do we get you out of this, you brave squirrel..."&lt;br /&gt;"Robotnik said there was no cure," sighed Moogoo Jen. "I'm not sure how much of a chance we have to help him."&lt;br /&gt;"Well, maybe he was lying," said Spike Slug with a determined look in his eyes. "And after all, maybe there wasn't a cure where he came from, but maybe there's one here!"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sure Eggman would be able to make one," said Daddy Squirrel, his face brightening. "But... we don't know where he--&lt;br /&gt;"GUYS! GUYS!" screamed Little Jen, who had been sadly looking out the window, when he had seen something horrible! "THE FORCE FIELD HASN'T STOPPED COMING! IT'S HEADING RIGHT FOR NUTVILLE!!!" and then, overhead, flew Robotnik in his hover craft, with Metal Sonic at his right side, and on his other side, none other then Metal Brown Fur flew.&lt;br /&gt;"Attention people of this world!" said Robotnik into a microphone. "I am the great Doctor Ivo Robotnik! I have just moments before launched a force field that will consume your town! Then, there will be no escape for you! You will be my slaves for all your lives! Ha ha ha ha ha!"&lt;br /&gt;"Help! Save us! Where's Baby Squirrel and his team?" screamed a huge crowd of people, as they ran for their lives from the force field. already, jens and slugs and squirrels were being trapped in the ever growing bright red force field.&lt;br /&gt;"We've got to help them!" fumed Spike Slug, and then he charged out the door, and leaped toward Robotnik and his robots.&lt;br /&gt;"Well, if it isn't Spike Slug!" chuckled Robotnik, and them he pointed his finger at the brave hero. "Metal Sonic! Metal Baby Squirrel! CRUSH HIM!!!" and then both robots charged at Spike Slug.&lt;br /&gt;"Copying..." said a recorded voice inside Metal Sonic, and then his hand turned into a blaster, and he began firing spiked shells at Spike Slug, while Metal Baby Squirrel was pummeling Spike Slug with Mega Punches.&lt;br /&gt;"Yow!" screamed Spike Slug, and he then fell to the ground, unconscious.&lt;br /&gt;"Now take him back to the base, my great robot creations!" commanded Robotnik, but as the metals went to bring Spike Slug back to the base, they all were suddenly blasted by laser rings. "ARRRRG! You again!" screamed Robotnik, as a spiked cannon ball tore through his hover craft, sending him falling out of control into the side of a apartment building.&lt;br /&gt;"Sir!" cried out Metal Baby Squirrel, as he and Metal Sonic rushed into the force field to help their master back to their base.&lt;br /&gt;"Get in, you furry fools! I don't want to have saved that slug for nothing, you know!" demanded Eggman from the cockpit of the Egg Albatross.&lt;br /&gt;"Ummm... okay..." said Daddy Squirrel, and then he grabbed Baby Squirrel, and they all jumped onto the bottom part of the machine, and then a dome full of oxygen appeared around them.&lt;br /&gt;"Hang on to your seats! ...Even though you don't have any," said Eggman, as they flew up into space, just as Baby Squirrel's house was sucked into the force field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will happen next? What does Eggman plan to do to the heroes? And what will Robotnik do next? Find out in the next part of Eggman meets Eggman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The weekly blog of Maxwell DiMarco (www.maxwelldimarco.com), seven year old author and artist, of the graphic novel "Baby Squirrel is in Town" and other books and CDs.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714659246604699753-1021789690556716839?l=maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/feeds/1021789690556716839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714659246604699753&amp;postID=1021789690556716839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/1021789690556716839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/1021789690556716839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/2011/07/eggman-meets-eggman-part-5.html' title='Eggman meets Eggman part 5'/><author><name>Maxwell Kier DiMarco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937726475561652197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fUjbfT3sq4/SZt2LLhXL0I/AAAAAAAAABI/4FQFL2nv6Zg/S220/max.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714659246604699753.post-7964356716595001446</id><published>2011-07-23T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T23:13:31.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eggman meets Eggman part 4</title><content type='html'>Warning: This blog contains spoilers. Read the previous blog warnings for details. Thank you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last part of Eggman meets Eggman, Eggman (the Eggman from Baby Squirrel World) was planning a revenge attack on Robotnik(The "Eggman" from Sonic's Universe)'s new base, which he had built in place of Copy's Castle, as revenge for destroying his battleship. Baby Squirrel and his team followed them, and then Robotnik captured Baby Squirrel to perfect "Metal Brown Fur", a machine he had modeled after Baby Squirrel. Now Baby Squirrel's friends, and Eggman's army are all under attack by Robotnik, Metal Sonic, Metal Brown Fur, and even Robotnik's now transformed base! Who will win?! We will see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Get ready to be DOOMED!!!" laughed Robotnik from the safety of his hover craft, and then he pointed a finger at Baby Squirrel's friends and said: "Metals! Take care of those animals! I will take care of that egg bellied fool myself!" and then Metal Sonic and Metal Brown Fur (Metal Baby Squirrel) charged toward Baby Squirrel's friends, and then out of obotnik's hover mobile popped it's metal legs, and then it dropped to the ground, firing at Eggman's new army of golden robots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whoa!" mocked Spike Slug, as he dodged a laser from Metal Sonic, and then smashed it's head into the ground with a sledge hammer he'd whipped out of his shell. "This might be a challenge! Not!" he laughed.&lt;br /&gt;"I'll wipe that smirk off your face, snail!" fumed Metal Sonic in a mechanical voice full of menace, and then he slapped Spike Slug away with his hand, and then grabbed Moogoo Jen by the nose. "You all are mere weaklings!" mocked Metal Sonic, and he then smashed Moogoo Jen into Spike Slug, sending them rolling right off the edge of the mountain top. &lt;br /&gt;"Bow to Master Robotnik!" demanded Metal Brown Fur, in a voice like Baby Squirrel's, but with a mechanical tone to it, and slightly deeper, using a laser coming out of it's chest to shoot at Daddy Squirrel and the winged squirrel, who even though, being a bug, had a hard time out-maneuvering the blasts. "You miserable fools! Stop movin--" but before it could finish it's sentence, it was walloped over the head by Mommy Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;"You have no right to call someone a fool, soulless robot!" fumed Mommy Squirrel, kicking the robot aside.&lt;br /&gt;"What's the matter, robot?" asked Little Jen, who was running in circles all around Metal Sonic. "Am I too fast for you?"&lt;br /&gt;"Target locked," said a recorded voice from inside Metal Sonic, and then a green light that only Metal Sonic could see shot out of the robot's eyes and hit Little Jen, following him every way he turned. "Speed: 30 miles per hour. Power level: 50. Copying abilities..." and then Metal Sonic flung a mini tornado right in Little Jen's path, sending the brave jen for quite a spin.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey! No fair!" fumed Little Jen, as he spun around and around in the tornado. "I thought I was the only one who could do that move!" and then he was flung away, crashing into Daddy Squirrel, knocking them both to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;"Ha! Fools!" laughed Metal Sonic. "My power is unmatched!" and then he began to scan Daddy Squirrel. "Speed: 60 miles per hour. Power level: 100. Copying abilities..." and then Metal Sonic's hands began to glow with a rainbow glow. "Say your prayers, flea fools!" mocked Metal Sonic. "Rainbow... BLAST!!!"and then he brought his hands together, and fired a huge Rainbow Blast at Daddy Squirrel and Moogoo Jen... but at the last possible second, the blast turned around, and blasted Metal Sonic's head right off!&lt;br /&gt;"Th-thank goodness!" sighed Daddy Squirrel, getting off the ground. "It seems that since Metal Sonic was evil, and the Rainbow Blast is good energy, it would not obey his commands! That was almost the end for us!"&lt;br /&gt;"Well, if you're done with those robots, help me!" shouted Eggman. His machine, or "The Egg Albatross", had been blasted with blasts from Robotnik's battle walker, and Robotnik's transformed base, and now Eggman was being forced to make a retreat, but was being pursued closely by Metal Brown Fur and Robotnik, and a little ways behind, Robotnik's base.&lt;br /&gt;"Well..." sighed Mommy Squirrel, thinking over the situation. "He &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; trying to stop Robotnik, and so are we, so... okay, then. Come on, guys! Let's help!" and then they charged Robotnik head on.&lt;br /&gt;"Curses!" cursed Robotnik. "It's those no good animals! Come on, Metal BF!" and then they both turn their attention to Baby Squirrel's friends, and forgot all about Eggman.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, egg stup!" taunted Moogoo Jen. "Take this!" and then he dashed right under Robotnik's combat walker, and, using his mouth, tore off one of it's legs, causing the machine to topple onto it's side. "Bleah!" spat Moogoo Jen, spiting some dark brown liquid out of his mouth. "Machine oil!"&lt;br /&gt;"Searching for target..." said Metal Brown Fur, who had it's laser gun out, and was looking for something to hit.&lt;br /&gt;"Yoo hoo!" mocked the winged squirrel, who was hovering right in front of Robotnik's machine. "Try and hit me!"&lt;br /&gt;"NO, YOU DUMB BOT!!!" screamed Robotnik, and he made a grab for the squirrel bug, but he was too quick, and flew away, just as Metal Brown Fur fired his laser. BOOOOOOOMMMM!!!! And then Moogoo Jen smashed Metal Brown Fur over it's already dented head with the leg he'd torn off of Robotnik's machine, and then the robot blew up, leaving only a covered in ashes Robotnik in a almost broken hover craft to fly back into his robotic base.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since Robotnik and both metals were defeated, that left Eggman and his army to deal with the base.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Die, you miserable robot!" screamed Eggman, and he fired six laser circles out of the small cannons on the "wings" of the machine, blasting holes in the wall of the base, and even breaking one of the windows.&lt;br /&gt;"Fire the cannons!" demanded Robotnik from inside the base, and then three huge cannons rose out of the base, and fired off blast after blast of lasers at Eggman and his machine.&lt;br /&gt;"Go, my army! Now is your chance! Get rid of that machine's legs!" commanded Eggman, and then his army of new golden robots rushed in close to the transformed base, and began to tear away at it's feet with their lances, which, fortunately, were very strong, indeed. "Now! Fire the main cannon!" and then the large cannon on the front of the albatross (it's not really an albatross, I just called it that because it has the word in it's name) began to fire a stream of spiked cannon balls at the arms of the base.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't long before Eggman blasted away both hands, bringing the huge laser guns they had held down with them. And soon after that, after many laser blasts were exchanged between both sides, the robots finally tore away the mecha's feet. And seconds after that, the base began to lose it's balance, and began to tip over.&lt;br /&gt;"ROBOTS! Now is when we retreat!" ordered Eggman, and then he and all of his army dashed down the mountain, except Eggman Robot, who was too slow in his jet pack basket to keep up. And it was because of this, that he could do nothing when Metal Sonic's body flew up, snatched the T.V. out of his hands, and flew into the collapsing base, right before it hit the ground with a CRAAAAASSSSSHHHHHH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;"ALRIGHT!!!" cheered all Baby Squirrel's friends. Even Little Jen and Spike Slug got to cheer, having climbed back up the mountain moments before.&lt;br /&gt;"We beat Robotnik!" laughed Moogoo Jen with joy.&lt;br /&gt;"But... Baby Squirrel is still in there!" said Spike Slug taking a glance at the base. "We have to get him out of there!"&lt;br /&gt;"Never fear!" soothed Mommy Squirrel, climbing onto the back of the base. "We'll have him out in no time!" and then she Mega Punched the metal, making a huge hole in the base. "Let's get going, guys!" and so, they all climbed onto the base, and leapt down into the hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But meanwhile, deeper in the base...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Incredible!" laughed Eggman, who had plugged the T.V. into the wall, and changed the channel to a commercial for eggs, and was now eatting sunny side up eggs after using the button that brought things out of the T.V. "This is the greatest thing that could happen after what just went down! Not only do I know get to perfect Metal Brown Fur, but now I can bring weapons that no one ever imagined into this world! Now, Metal Sonic!"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, your lordship," said Metal Sonic, who now had a new head on his shoulders (Get the joke?).&lt;br /&gt;"I want you to go and find some movies, or something of the sort. Then, I will bring all of it's high-tech weapons and monsters out into the world, and then those fur balls won't have a chance!" laughed Eggman. "Now hurry! They'll be here any moment, and I still have to recreate Metal Brown Fur!" and then he pressed a button, and the gravity in the room shifted to the wall, which was once the floor, and then he walked into another room.&lt;br /&gt;"I'll get right on it, sir," said Metal Sonic, and then he blasted through the other wall of the room, which was once the roof of the factory, and flew off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will happen next? Find out in the next part of "Eggman meets Eggman"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The weekly blog of Maxwell DiMarco (www.maxwelldimarco.com), seven year old author and artist, of the graphic novel "Baby Squirrel is in Town" and other books and CDs.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714659246604699753-7964356716595001446?l=maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/feeds/7964356716595001446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714659246604699753&amp;postID=7964356716595001446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/7964356716595001446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/7964356716595001446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/2011/07/eggman-meets-eggman-part-4.html' title='Eggman meets Eggman part 4'/><author><name>Maxwell Kier DiMarco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937726475561652197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fUjbfT3sq4/SZt2LLhXL0I/AAAAAAAAABI/4FQFL2nv6Zg/S220/max.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714659246604699753.post-2473234920669641310</id><published>2011-07-22T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T16:41:00.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eggman meets Eggman part 3</title><content type='html'>Warning, this blog contains more spoilers. Read only if you don't mind some things about some Sonic games being given away. Games that have spoilers in this blog: Sonic Adventure 2 Battle, Sonic Heroes, Sonic CD, slightly, because of a character in this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who was that, Eggman?" asked a pink disco bot. Eggman and Eggman Robot's battleship had just been destroyed by the Sonic World Eggman; Doctor Robotnik, and now all of Eggman's robots were piled into a smaller escape ship.&lt;br /&gt;"That..." growled Eggman. "Was my, until this moment, favorite character in the Sonic Universe: Robotnik."&lt;br /&gt;"Robotnik? But he's just a video character!?"asked a hammer robot.&lt;br /&gt;"Well, he is, but you see, Eggman Robot made a feature on my T.V. that could give me the power to bring characters out of games," explained Eggman. "And then, one of you pink disco bots knocked into the button that made a character come out of the game, and since Eggman was on screen at the moment the button was hit, he is now in our world. I believe the robot that hit the button was pink disco bot number 170."&lt;br /&gt;"S-sorry, sir," gulped the disco bot.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, I'm not mad," said Eggman, giving the robot a pat on the head. "But..." and then, he shook his fist back at the ruble of his battleship. "ROBOTNIK WILL PAY FOR THIS!!!!" and then, a air dome appeared over the ship, and then, they zoomed into space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, at the ruins of Copy's Castle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ha ha ha ha ha!" laughed Robotnik, as he used a gravity ray gun to make the pieces of Eggman's battleship into a new base. "I love it on this world! There's no more pesky animals to stop me, so I can do whatever I want!" and then he turned to look down at Nutville from on top of the mountain. "Soon, this will be my great Eggman Empire! So let Sonic and his friends do whatever he wants to my robots and such back on Earth, he won't be able to stop me this time! Ha ha ha ha ha!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, in Baby Squirrel's house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So..." asked Daddy Squirrel, who had come back from early mourning shopping to find Baby Squirrel, Mommy Squirrel, and Baby Squirrel's team having a meeting in the newly repaired living room of Baby Squirrel's house (But not the winged squirrel. He was eating cookies out of the cookie jar). "You're saying that Baby Squirrel saw &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;two&lt;/span&gt; Eggmans, and one of them was in a combat walker of some sort?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, you are correct," said Spike Slug, with a shiver. "Just think; two Eggmans out causing trouble, and one even more evil then the other! Brrrr... it gives me chills! ...But who is this other Eggman, anyway?"&lt;br /&gt;"...You know, I think I have an idea," said Moogoo Jen, who then got out a Gamecube, put in a disk, and turned on the T.V.&lt;br /&gt;"Moogoo Jen!" moaned Little Jen. "What are you thinking? This is no time to play video games!"&lt;br /&gt;"Just wait a moment!" said Moogoo Jen, then the title screen appeared, and he went into a file in the file select screen, and went into stage select. It wasn't long before they all noticed what Moogoo Jen wanted to show them. "Look there!" and he pointed to one of the course markers on the map. &lt;br /&gt;"Gasp! That's him!" gasped Baby Squirrel. "That's the other Eggman!" sure enough, there on the marker, was a clear picture of the man.&lt;br /&gt;"Well..." began Moogoo Jen, "If that is the man that you saw, then I am pleased to tell you about him. That man is Doctor Robotnik. He is in command of a whole army of robots, and he even has a fleet of battleships at his command. He would like nothing better then to turn Earth into a empire of machines that he would rule. His "Eggman Empire" is what he calls it."&lt;br /&gt;"So, he's basically a Sonic World version of Eggman," said Spike Slug.&lt;br /&gt;"You could say that," shrugged Moogoo Jen, turning off the T.V. "But I'm more then curtain that he hasn't given up his ways now that he's on this world. We're going to have to deal with his sooner or later."&lt;br /&gt;"But in the mean time..." said Little Jen, flopping down on the couch, and changing the channel to the All Exciting Channel. "Let's enjoy this small time of rest we have left."&lt;br /&gt;"Very well," said Baby Squirrel. "This meeting is over!" and then they all began to go about their own business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, back in Eggman's base...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"CURSE THAT MISERABLE ROTTEN EGG!!!!" fumed Eggman, smashing open the door to the living room, and crashing down on the couch. "He will regret the day he ever met his counterpart! Eggman Robot! Put Sonic Heroes into the Gamecube!"&lt;br /&gt;"Sure, Eggman," said Eggman Robot, and he took a Sonic Heroes game disk out of it's case, and then put away the Sonic Adventure 2 Battle disk, and then put in the new disk.&lt;br /&gt;"Now!" demanded Eggman. "It's time for me to see if that setting can still bring things out of games!" and then, he hit the button, and a blue glow began to shine across the room. "HA HA HA HA HA! IT WORKS! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, back on Baby Squirrel World...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aaaaaahhhhhh..." sighed Baby Squirrel, who was taking a hot bath in their bath tub. "Nothing like a bath to get the stink of bad guy out of your fur!"&lt;br /&gt;"I know, Baby Squirrel," said Spike Slug, who was in a shower stall across the room from the tub. "When you fight crime, you are almost always certain to get dirty!"&lt;br /&gt;"And when do we not get dirty?" asked Baby Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;"Simple!" laughed Spike Slug. "Like the time we had to destroy the robot piranha fish that Copy had put in that pool to eat all the swimmers!"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, of course!" said Baby Squirrel. "It's because we were in water."&lt;br /&gt;But then, suddenly, the ground shook!&lt;br /&gt;"What in the world is going on?!" cried out Baby Squirrel, as the water in his bath sloshed over the side of the tub. Then he and Spike Slug both had the came idea.&lt;br /&gt;"ROBOTNIK!" they both said, and then Baby Squirrel leapt out of his bath, drained the water, dried himself off, and then he and a now dry Spike Slug, who had just grabbed his shell off the bathroom counter, raced down the stairs, and ran outside.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't Robotnik. But it was something about just as bad.&lt;br /&gt;"Wh-what is...?" gasped Little Jen, who was already outside with Baby Squirrel's parents and Moogoo Jen.&lt;br /&gt;"Hello, guys!" laughed Eggman, from five miles up in the air, in the cockpit of a machine that resembled a bird, strangely. "How do you like my new battle machine?" the machine that Eggman was in was on top of the biggest blimp Baby Squirrel had ever seen, with a propeller in it's middle. Attached to that by ropes was a metal rectangle, with a large cannon in the front, and with two propellers that were connected to the rectangle by large parts of the machine that reached out from the main machine, and those parts had two strange blasters each that Baby Squirrel and his friends could not guess what they fired.&lt;br /&gt;"This; is the Egg Albatross!" presented Eggman with a sweep of his hand. "And these--" and then he pointed behind him, to many robots that Baby Squirrel had not seen before. "--are my new soldiers!" they looked just like Eggman's normal robots, just like Eggman Robot, but they were a yellow golden color, and they carried spiked shields and lances in their hands. "So," said Eggman, leaning on the control panel of his machine. "Do you think I could beat you with this machine and my new robots?"&lt;br /&gt;"Well..." said Baby Squirrel truthfully. "I think it would be a challenge, but I think I could still defeat you."&lt;br /&gt;"Good," said Eggman, much to Baby Squirrel's surprise. "Because I'm not going to use this machine on you. Not this time, at any rate." and then he zoomed off followed closely by his army of golden robots, with Eggman Robot in the back of the line, in his and Eggman's jet pack basket, holding a T.V. in his hands, which appeared to be shooting out even stranger round robots, that two hammer robots were making into the same shape as the other robots, one by one.&lt;br /&gt;"Boy, talk about a walking assembly line!" joked Moogoo Jen.&lt;br /&gt;"This is no time for jokes, Moogoo!" said Spike Slug. "We have to see what that mustached man and his army are going to use that blimp thing on!" and then Baby Squirrel and his friends, even the winged squirrel, who had come out with some cookies in time to see the robot army, took off down the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't long before Baby Squirrel and his friends saw exactly what Eggman was going to use his machine on. It was nothing more then Robotnik's now entirely built base. It was a dark gray factory, with many towers with smoke stacks polluting the air with smog. It's entrance was in the shape of the evil man's face with his mouth open, which was where the door leading inside was in.&lt;br /&gt;"...Why do I get the feeling that there's going to be a battle with lots of explosions soon?" moaned the winged squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;"Listen up, Robotnik!" screamed Eggman into a microphone. "I have one of your greatest machines under my control, and I am not afraid to use it! Surrender, or there will be a battle with lots of explosions!"&lt;br /&gt;"I knew it," sighed the winged squirrel. then, Robotnik himself flew out of the factory door in a machine much like his combat walker, but without the legs.&lt;br /&gt;"I will have you know, that I will never surrender to a mere fool!" taunted Robotnik. and then, two robots flew out of the factory to hover on either side of Robotnik's hover craft. "I now present to you, Metal Sonic, and Metal Brown Fur!"&lt;br /&gt;"Gasp!" gasped Baby Squirrel, when he saw Metal Brown Fur. "It's me!"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, you strange creature!" laughed Robotnik, finally noticing Baby Squirrel and his friends. "I didn't know your name, but I was fascinated by your looks, so I made this robot! It's not much, but once I know your abilities, I will make it even better then you! And that reminds me..." and then Robotnik hit a button on his control panel, and a metal hand launched from the factory, grabbed Baby Squirrel, and snatched him back inside before any of his friends could stop it. "And now that that's done..." chuckled Robotnik, and then he hit another button, and then the factory grew two clawed hands, and two huge feet, and took out two huge laser blasters. "...Now it's time to die!" and then, the battle began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will happen next? What will happen to Baby Squirrel? Who will win the fight? Find out next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The weekly blog of Maxwell DiMarco (www.maxwelldimarco.com), seven year old author and artist, of the graphic novel "Baby Squirrel is in Town" and other books and CDs.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714659246604699753-2473234920669641310?l=maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/feeds/2473234920669641310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714659246604699753&amp;postID=2473234920669641310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/2473234920669641310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/2473234920669641310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/2011/07/eggman-meets-eggman-part-3.html' title='Eggman meets Eggman part 3'/><author><name>Maxwell Kier DiMarco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937726475561652197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fUjbfT3sq4/SZt2LLhXL0I/AAAAAAAAABI/4FQFL2nv6Zg/S220/max.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714659246604699753.post-2829524274423988825</id><published>2011-07-19T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T16:39:40.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eggman meets Eggman part 2</title><content type='html'>Warning: This blog contains slight spoilers. If you want to play Sonic Adventure 2 Battle without anything being spoiled for you, you should play the game to the end, not counting any secrets. If you don't mind something possibly being spoiled for you, then you may read this blog. Games with things that might be spoiled in this blog: Sonic Adventure 2 Battle. You may now begin reading, and thank you for reading this warning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"RUN, FRIENDS!" cried Baby Squirrel to his friends.&lt;br /&gt;At the moment, Baby Squirrel and his team (Including Mommy Squirrel, not including Little Jen, who was at work at the time this was taking place, and also not including Tiny Jen, who was visiting the tikis.) were all running away from Eggman's battleship, which was firing lasers at them by the second.&lt;br /&gt;"Where are we running to, exactly?" asked Spike Slug, who had taken a motorcycle out of his shell, and was zooming ahead of all of them.&lt;br /&gt;"Wherever that battleship can't find us!" answered Baby Squirrel. "Maybe where we found my squirrel bug!" (If you want to hear the whole story of how Baby Squirrel found his new pet, read the blog "The Spelunking Squirrel".)&lt;br /&gt;"Speaking of which, where is your squirrel bug?" asked Mommy Squirrel, looking around.&lt;br /&gt;"I prefer winged squirrel," said the tiny squirrel, who had just zoomed up to them with Little Jen at his side.&lt;br /&gt;"Hi, guys!" said Little Jen. "Baby Squirrel, your pet came to warn me about Eggman, so I'm here to help!"&lt;br /&gt;"Great!" said Baby Squirrel. "There's the cave!" and then they all dashed into the cave.&lt;br /&gt;"Those egg bots and their master will never get us in here!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They went into the cave!" shouted Eggman Robot. "The battleship won't fit in there!"&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry, Eggman Robot," said Eggman. "I equipped the battleship with a high power drill form, just for this situation!"&lt;br /&gt;"Alright, Eggman!" cheered Eggman Robot, and then he turned to the Hammer Robot driving the ship. "Robot!" commanded Eggman Robot. "Press the drill form button!"&lt;br /&gt;"Click. Buzzzzz... at once, your supreme robotness," said the robot, and then it hit a button on the control panel that had a picture of a drill on it.&lt;br /&gt;And then, the laser cannon on deck sunk into the deck, and then a trap door shut over where it had been. The Eggman head on the front of the ship began to morph into a triangle shape, and soon the whole deck of the ship was a massive drill.&lt;br /&gt;"Let's get going!" laughed Eggman, and then they plunged into the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, in the cave...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think we're going underground a little!" said Little Jen, as the floor of the cave began to slope down.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, we are," said the squirrel bug. "This cave goes underground."&lt;br /&gt;"But, at least it's still lit," said Moogoo Jen, looking around at the line of lights on the walls. "Who put those up?"&lt;br /&gt;"I did," said the squirrel bug with pride. then, with not so much pride, he said: "I don't like bats."&lt;br /&gt;"It's okay," said Baby Squirrel. "That's nothing to be ashamed--" but then, the cave began to shake, and then a huge drill smashed through the floor, two steps away from Spike Slug, who was off his motorcycle. Then, a hatch in the drill popped open, and Eggman Robot peeked his head out.&lt;br /&gt;"Hello, furry fools," snickered Eggman Robot. "As you can now see, no matter where you go, we will be able to follow you! So give it up, squirrel!" and at this, out of the drill popped five laser guns. "Ha ha ha!" laughed Eggman Robot. "Surrender, or we will turn you all into robots! What will it be, squirrel?"&lt;br /&gt;"Boy, when I saw Eggman without you on deck, I got a little worried, to be honest." said Baby Squirrel. at this, Eggman Robot frowned. "Eggman was on deck?" he asked, but then he realized that Baby Squirrel and his friends had taken that chance to dash out of the cave. "AAAAAARRRRRRGGGGG!!! Curse you, squirrel!" and then he and all the lasers popped back into the drill, and it plowed after Baby Squirrel at top speed.&lt;br /&gt;"Good one, Baby Squirrel," complemented Spike Slug, as they dashed down the street with Eggman's battleship tearing up the road and knocking parked cars aside behind them.&lt;br /&gt;"I say," said Moogoo Jen, as a car whizzed by him, knocked away by the huge drill. "This is just like one of those movies with a giant monster destroying a city."&lt;br /&gt;"That monster is going to destroy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;us&lt;/span&gt; if we don't run!" said Baby Squirrel, grabbing Moogoo Jen away from the drill right before it hit him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Get back here, little pest!" fumed Eggman, tearing at his mustache in frustration. And then, suddenly,  he noticed Robotnik in his machine, hovering overhead, right outside the control room windows.&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me, but I need some metal to make my base, so I'll just take some of yours," said Robotnik, and then he open fired on the battleship.&lt;br /&gt;"Wh-what?!" cried Eggman, as fire began to break out in the control room, and the glass windows shattered to pieces. "That's Doctor Ivo Robotnik! How did he get here?" and then he turned to Eggman Robot. "Did you..."&lt;br /&gt;"No!" swore Eggman Robot. "I swear I have nothing to do with this!"&lt;br /&gt;"Wait!" said Eggman, remembering when the green disco bot had slammed into a button on his T.V. "It was that disco bot!" then, that same green robot ran into the room, it's light sign on it's head smoking.&lt;br /&gt;"CLICK! SIR! We have to flee!" it screamed.&lt;br /&gt;"I can see that!" said Eggman, and they he shouted into a microphone: "Attention all robots! Abandon your posts, and evacuate!" and then he, Eggman Robot, the disco bot, and the hammer robot all ran out of the burning room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's Eggman!" exclaimed Spike Slug, looking back to see that the battleship was being showered with blasts from Robotnik's machine. "But why is he blasting his own machine?"&lt;br /&gt;"Who cares? Right now, we have only one thing to do!" said Little Jen.&lt;br /&gt;"And what's that?"&lt;br /&gt;"JUMP!" and then Spike Slug saw the machine heading right for them, out of control, and about to blow to pieces.&lt;br /&gt;"Yikes!" screamed Spike Slug, and then he, Baby Squirrel and all his friends (Except the squirrel bug, who could just fly) jumped as high as they could go, giving themselves a boost with one of their abilities. Baby Squirrel, at the height of his jump, fired a Rainbow Blast at the ground, blasting himself high into the sky. Little Jen made himself a personal tornado with his cape, which sent him high, almost as high as Baby Squirrel. Moogoo Jen had to share Little Jen's tornado, but he made it. No one knew what Mommy Squirrel did, but there was a flash of light, and then she was hovering in the air, right next to Baby Squirrel. As for Spike Slug, he was never in any danger of not making it. He used a jet pack.&lt;br /&gt;And then, they saw a tiny ship full of robots fly out of the burning battleship. It speed away fast, but Baby Squirrel caught a sudden glimpse of Eggman among the robots, with Eggman Robot at his side.&lt;br /&gt;"It's Eggman!" exclaimed Baby Squirrel in shock, and then, the battleship exploded.&lt;br /&gt;KABOOOOOOMMMMMM!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;"Well, so much for a uneventful week," said Spike Slug, who was back in Baby Squirrel's house, after Baby Squirrel had repaired the damage that the battleship had down, and fixed all the broken cars. "But it's over now." and then he took a bite of bacon and eggs shaped like Eggman.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not so sure, Spike Slug," said Baby Squirrel. "I saw Eggman with his robots escaping."&lt;br /&gt;"And I wouldn't doubt what you saw, Baby--" began Spike Slug, and then he realized what Baby Squirrel was saying. "Gulp... you mean..."&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I think it's true," said Baby Squirrel with a shudder. "We're dealing with TWO Eggmans."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The weekly blog of Maxwell DiMarco (www.maxwelldimarco.com), seven year old author and artist, of the graphic novel "Baby Squirrel is in Town" and other books and CDs.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714659246604699753-2829524274423988825?l=maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/feeds/2829524274423988825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714659246604699753&amp;postID=2829524274423988825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/2829524274423988825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/2829524274423988825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/2011/07/eggman-meets-eggman-part-2.html' title='Eggman meets Eggman part 2'/><author><name>Maxwell Kier DiMarco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937726475561652197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fUjbfT3sq4/SZt2LLhXL0I/AAAAAAAAABI/4FQFL2nv6Zg/S220/max.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714659246604699753.post-4011977383827736366</id><published>2011-07-18T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T22:16:27.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eggman meets Eggman</title><content type='html'>Warning: This blog contains slight spoilers. If don't want anything to be spoiled for you, you might want to finish playing Sonic Adventure 2 Battle before reading this blog. If you're okay with a few things being given away, then proceed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Intruder alert! Intruder alert!" said a recorded voice over the intercom of the base. "Security breach at Gate 3! Intruder has been located in the north quadrant and is moving in the direction of the underground base! All units prepare to engage! Emergency battle formations! Standard battle procedures initiated. Locate and stop the intruder from entering the security area! This is not a drill! Repeat, this is not a drill!" and with those words, a man in red and black with a mustache blasted into the hallway in a round walking battle machine.&lt;br /&gt;"Hahahahahaha! That was all too easy!" laughed the man, and then he walked to the end of the hallway, which ended in a drop to another level of the base, in the machine. "Let's take a look at what my grandfather was working on... a top secret military weapon! The military shut down the research because they feared it!" and then he jumped from the ledge down into the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"YES!!! Go Eggman!!!" screamed Eggman, as he began the Iron Gate stage of the Dark Story in Sonic Adventure 2 Battle. "Aaaaahhhhh... no matter how many times I play as this guy, the fun of blasting good guys never gets old!" and then he made his character, who was the sonic world Eggman, blast down a door with a blast from his machine's gun.&lt;br /&gt;"Sir!" called out a pink disco bot, who had just ran into the room, accidentally knocking into a button on the T.V. in it's rush. "I'm sorry to intrude, sir, but you've been playing that game for twelve hours straight! I think you should get some sleep! Remember, we're attacking Nutville tomorrow!"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, okay," sighed Eggman, and he shut off the game. "Thanks, Pink Disco Bot 170." and then he walked to his bedroom, which he shared with Eggman Robot, his best robot friend, and the best machine a villain could make. (By the way, Eggman at the moment is in his base, which looks like a metal version of his head, only his goggles are a vacation spot with it's own limitless supply of air. Right now, Eggman is in the metal part of the base.) "I don't see what I had to gain when I betrayed Eggman Robot that one time," mumbled Eggman, as he reached for the door knob. "I guess I was having a bad day or something." and then he opened the door to find Eggman Robot sitting on the bed, with a grin on his face, and a plate of pancakes in this hand, steaming hot, and drizzled with maple syrup.&lt;br /&gt;"Well, you're right there," said Eggman Robot, as he handed Eggman his pancakes, and a fork to eat them with. "I don't know what you were thinking, either."&lt;br /&gt;"Anyway," he continued, as Eggman went to change into his pajamas. "Have you tried out that new feature that I programed into your television, yet?"&lt;br /&gt;"Not yet, Eggman Robot," said Eggman, who was now in his pajamas, and was going to get his nightcap out of the closet, all while eating his pancakes. "But I'm sure I'll try it out tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;"Just be careful what you use it to do," said Eggman Robot, as he and Eggman settled into bed, and Eggman turned off the light. "We wouldn't want Sonic the Hedgehog running around Baby Squirrel World, would we?"&lt;br /&gt;"Heh heh, oh Eggman Robot, you have a great sense of humor," chuckled Eggman, and then they fell fast asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, back in the living room, which was where Eggman had been playing his game, something was happening...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the living room, everything was bathed in a blue light coming from Eggman's GameCube. And suddenly, a strange portal appeared over the system, and then the lights faded, leaving only one thing strange left in the room: a man who bared a great resemblance to Eggman, except in a different suit, and with longer sleeves. Also, he was sitting in the cockpit of a round battle machine, with two robotic feat attached to either side of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where in the world am I?!" demanded the man, looking around the room. "It's not my base, or a gun army base, for that matter." then, he noticed a open window. He walked over to it, and looked out. "Well, it seems I am quite a ways from the planet," said the man, thinking over the situation. "But, this is not the A.R.K., either. No one lives on it anymore." then an idea came to him. "Perhaps I am in a alternate reality. Maybe in this reality, the A.R.K. is still occupied! In that case, I should find a place to hide out until I can get back to Earth." and then, the man stomped off in his machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, which Eggman and his robots never saw because they were in space...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sir!" shouted a green disco bot, knocking on the bedroom door. "It's time to get up!" and at this, Eggman and Eggman Robot zoomed out the door, dressed for the day, and ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;"Let's get going!" laughed Eggman. "Robots! Into the battleship! It's time for Baby Squirrel to finally lose!"&lt;br /&gt;"Attention all robots!" said Eggman's voice over the intercom. "Please report to the Battleship launch room! Do not be late!" it wasn't long before all of Eggman's robots were lined up, and were marching into the battleship, which looked like a long army battle ship, except with rocket boosters on the back, a massive laser cannon on deck, and a metal Eggman face on the front. "Ha ha ha!" laughed Eggman. "Try to defeat me now, Baby Squirrel!" and then, he and Eggman Robot dashed into the door in the side of the ship, shut it, and locked it.&lt;br /&gt;Then, the battleship began to take off. But what none of them saw, was that the strange man had been hiding behind the laser cannon on the deck, and had made a dome full of air go over the cockpit of his machine, so he could still breath. And then, the ship took off out of the base.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, on Baby Squirrel World...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yaaaaaawwwwwwnnnnnnn..." yawned Baby Squirrel, who had just come downstairs for Breakfast. "Mourning, Spike Slug."&lt;br /&gt;"Mourning, Baby Squirrel," said Spike Slug, who was sitting at the kitchen table, eating some bacon and scrambled eggs. "How did you sleep?"&lt;br /&gt;"Fine, thank you," said Baby Squirrel, who then looked straight at Spike Slug, and said: "Uh, did you mean &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how&lt;/span&gt; did I sleep? If you did, I could show you."&lt;br /&gt;"No thanks," said Spike Slug, taking another bite of egg with his fork. "Someone already used that joke, anyway."&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, then," said Baby Squirrel, sitting down at the table with a Super Calcium Salad for Breakfast Bar, with a bottle full of salad dressing to go on it. "Well, I slept with my arm up, my leg stretched out as far as it would go without it being uncomfortable, my left ear up, my right ear down, and my head looking up at the ceiling. That's how I slept."&lt;br /&gt;"Fascinating," said Spike Slug, who now had finished his eggs, and was devouring his bacon. "Boy, fighting evil makes you hungry!"&lt;br /&gt;"I know," said Moogoo Jen, who was sitting on the couch in the living room, eating some french toast and playing Super Squirrel vs. Dark Squirrel in his file. "Being a super hero is hard work!"&lt;br /&gt;"But you're all good at it!" complemented Mommy Squirrel, who then handed Baby Squirrel a bacon sandwich. "But at least this week has been uneventful. Ever since you foiled Copy's plan to steal all the Super Calcium Salad for Breakfast Bars (Which, by the way, isn't in a blog yet, but maybe another time), he's been in his castle planning some other scheme. And that's good, because it takes him quite a while to make up a plan, giving you guys a nice seven day break! I think you guys should make the best of it while it lasts!"&lt;br /&gt;"You're right, Mommy Squirrel!" said Baby Squirrel, eating his bacon sandwich in once gulp, and then giving Mommy Squirrel a hug. "It's a nice, sunny day today. What do you guys say we go out on the trampoline? (Yes, Mommy Squirrel got them a huge trampoline.)"&lt;br /&gt;"YEAH!!!" shouted Spike Slug and Moogoo Jen, and then they all ran outside to go on the trampoline... but they never got there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wh-what is that thing?!" cried out Moogoo Jen. he then pointed to the sky with is nose. There was Eggman's giant battleship. And who would be on the deck, but the egg shaped man himself. He was in some sort of machine, with a dome over the top.&lt;br /&gt;"It's Eggman!" exclaimed Spike Slug. "I'd know that suit and mustache anywhere!"&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, on the battleship, the strange man spotted Baby Squirrel and his friends at the same moment that they spotted him.&lt;br /&gt;"What are those strange creatures?" pondered the man, stroking his mustache. "One of them looks like one of Sonic's friends, but I do not know what the other creatures could be. Hmmmm... one of them is waring a shell, so perhaps it is a snail of some sort. But the other one... my, this really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; a alternate reality! I have never seen anything like it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, up in the control room of the battleship, the real Eggman and Eggman Robot had spotted Baby Squirrel's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Target sighted!" said a black hammer robot, who was steering the ship.&lt;br /&gt;"Aaaiiiiimmm..." said Eggman Robot.&lt;br /&gt;"FIRE! THAT'S AN ORDER!" demanded Eggman, and then the laser cannon fired a huge laser right at Baby Squirrel and his team!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look out guys!" screamed Baby Squirrel, and he and his friends leapt out of the way, right as the laser blasted across the yard, blasting the wall off the front of the house. Then Mommy Squirrel ran out into the yard.&lt;br /&gt;"What was that?!" she asked Baby Squirrel, who was hiding with his team under the trampoline.&lt;br /&gt;"It's Eggman!" said Moogoo Jen, and he pointed to the man in the machine on the deck. Mommy Squirrel took a look. It was too far away to see all the man's details, so he looked just like Eggman. "But where did he get that machine?" wondered Mommy Squirrel out loud.&lt;br /&gt;"Look out! It's coming for us again!" cried Spike Slug, and then they dashed out of the yard, and ran down the side walk, just as another laser blew the house to pieces.&lt;br /&gt;"Looks like I'll be fixing that up again after this is done," sighed Baby Squirrel, as he and his friends ran down the side walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here is where I make my exit," said the man, back on the battleship, and then he leapt from the deck of the ship.&lt;br /&gt;"After them!" screamed Eggman, and then the battleship began to chase Baby Squirrel and his friends down the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, at Copy's Castle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Listen, Tiki Face!" screamed Copy, who was pacing the floor of his throne room continually. "I have to come up with some great plan, or else it'll seem like I'm not a good villain!"&lt;br /&gt;"Ummm... sir!" said Tiki Face, who was looking out of one of the throne room windows at something.&lt;br /&gt;"Not now, Tiki Face! I'm busy!" screamed Copy.&lt;br /&gt;"But sir!" objected Tiki Face.&lt;br /&gt;"Shut you're mouth!"&lt;br /&gt;"SIR! SOMETHING IS FLYING TOWARD THE CASTLE!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;"What?!" demanded Copy, tossing Tiki Face aside, and then looking out the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure enough, there was the man again, still in his battle machine, hovering toward the castle.&lt;br /&gt;"What in the world?! It's Eggman!" gasped Copy, who was shocked someone such was Eggman would dare attack his castle. "That traitor! Tiki Face! Fire the cannons!"&lt;br /&gt;"Y-y-yes, your lordship!" said Tiki Face, and then he ran out of the room.&lt;br /&gt;Then, five cannons on the castle battlements open fired with cannonballs at the machine and it's driver.&lt;br /&gt;"Ha! That's too easy!" laughed the man, and then he blasted all five cannons with blasts from a blaster on the back of the machine. "What else you got, fools?"&lt;br /&gt;"Grrrrr..." growled Copy. "What kind of machine is that guy driving?"&lt;br /&gt;"Now hear this, leader of this castle!" said the man, taking a microphone out from under his cockpit seat. "My name is Doctor Ivo "Eggman" Robotnik, and this castle is now mine! If you do not surrender, I will blast your castle until I hit you!"&lt;br /&gt;"Never!" screamed Copy, sticking his head out the window.&lt;br /&gt;"Hmmmm..." said the man, who was indeed, Doctor Robotnik from the sonic universe. "Another one of these furry creatures... how pathetic! Die, you pest!" and then he open fired on the throne room tower.&lt;br /&gt;"Yikes!" cried Copy, as he drew his head back into the throne room. And then the tower began to shake. "That's no Eggman! ...But then who is--" but he never got time to finish that thought, as then the tower came crashing down, smashing the battlements where Tiki Face was, and then it rolled down the mountain, and heading straight for Baby Squirrel and his friends.&lt;br /&gt;"Jump, guys!" shouted Baby Squirrel, and he and his team (And Mommy Squirrel, of course) jumped right over the rolling rubble covered tower, and continued running from the battleship.&lt;br /&gt;"Perfect!" laughed Robotnik, and then he landed his machine, and faced the rubble where just moments before, Copy's Castle had stood. "Now I will make a new base, and best of all, there's no Sonic to stop me from creating my Eggman Empire! Ha ha ha ha ha!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will happen next? Find out in the next part of Eggman meets Eggman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The weekly blog of Maxwell DiMarco (www.maxwelldimarco.com), seven year old author and artist, of the graphic novel "Baby Squirrel is in Town" and other books and CDs.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714659246604699753-4011977383827736366?l=maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/feeds/4011977383827736366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714659246604699753&amp;postID=4011977383827736366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/4011977383827736366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/4011977383827736366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/2011/07/eggman-meets-eggman.html' title='Eggman meets Eggman'/><author><name>Maxwell Kier DiMarco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937726475561652197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fUjbfT3sq4/SZt2LLhXL0I/AAAAAAAAABI/4FQFL2nv6Zg/S220/max.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714659246604699753.post-1835801495271352087</id><published>2011-07-15T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T18:17:45.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Adventures of Spook City part 8</title><content type='html'>In the main room of the fortress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look!" said Little Jen, who had just stepped off the balcony.&lt;br /&gt;The staircase now led all the way up to the door that Mayor Squirrel had not let them enter.&lt;br /&gt;"Okay friends," said Baby Squirrel, looking at them all in turn. "It's time to take this fight to this crazed squirrel!" and then they ran up the stairs, creaked open the door, and stepped inside.&lt;br /&gt;The room was pitch black. Baby Squirrel could just make out a wooden staircase leading higher into more of the fortress.&lt;br /&gt;"Hello, dear guests," said a voice. it was Mayor Squirrel, and his back was turned to Baby Squirrel and his team. "I see you have finished your tour."&lt;br /&gt;"Shut your trap!" screamed Spike Slug. "You tried to kill us, you evil squirrel! Just who do you think you are?!"&lt;br /&gt;"Heh heh heh... oh, dear slug," said Mayor Squirrel, turning to face them. "You just don't know who you're dealing with, do you?"&lt;br /&gt;"Then who are we dealing with, squirrel?" demanded Moogoo Jen.&lt;br /&gt;"Please. Follow me to the roof. I will tell you my story," said Mayor Squirrel, who then lifted off the ground, and flew away to the top of the stair case.&lt;br /&gt;"Well, let's see what he has to say, team," shrugged Baby Squirrel, and they started up the&lt;br /&gt;stairs.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't long before they saw the sky through an opening in the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;"Hang on, guys!" said Baby Squirrel, grabbing his friends, and then super jumping up and out of the hole.&lt;br /&gt;It was there, on the roof, with the cold wind blowing, that they saw Mayor Squirrel again. And Face Slug was standing at his side, although Jawel was nowhere to be found.&lt;br /&gt;"Now, guests, I will tell you my tale," said Mayor Squirrel, with a smile. "It is a sad one, but I will tell you."&lt;br /&gt;"This island, long ago, was once a mountain. From my fortress, I ruled over a vast kingdom. I was such an evil creature back then," at this, he sighed. "I was hated across the lands. I was known as the black squirrel. I conquered many a kingdom. But, then..." he chuckled madly to himself. "That vile kingdom ended it all. The Sun Slug Kingdom, they were called. They stormed my mountain, wiped out my village, and then," he then glared at Spike Slug. "Your great great great great great grandfather... killed me."&lt;br /&gt;Baby Squirrel and his team gasped!&lt;br /&gt;"You-you mean you're a ghost?!" gasped Little Jen.&lt;br /&gt;"No," said Mayor Squirrel, with a mad gleam in this eye. "Not quite, anyway. Yes, I was killed, but I was lucky enough to possess dark power. I came back to life, and my wounds healed. Then I turned that miserable slug into a talking shell as punishment for his deeds."&lt;br /&gt;"You mean, Jawel is my distant grandfather?" asked Spike Slug.&lt;br /&gt;"YES!" screamed Mayor Squirrel, in crazed laughter. "Your great great great great great grandfather is nothing but that worthless shell! I even made it so he would never age as long as he stayed a shell! He will be Face Slug's worthless second face for all eternity! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!"&lt;br /&gt;"That's evil!" screamed Little Jen. "We'll free him, and then we'll destroy you once and for all, Mayor Squirrel!"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh will you?" laughed Mayor Squirrel. "Face Slug! The time has come! Summon King Raven! It is time for my empire to begin anew! Baby Squirrel, prepare to die!"&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, down from the sky with a screech, came the largest bird Baby Squirrel had ever seen! It was black, had a huge yellow beak, wore a gray blue mask over it's eyes, and had a gold crown on it's head. And it was on this bird that Face Slug now leaped onto.&lt;br /&gt;"It is time! The time to finish this, Baby Squirrel!" laughed Mayor Squirrel, and then, the battle began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's time to die, monsters!" screamed Spike Slug, and he pulled a spear out of his shell, and as King Raven swooped low, he leaped onto it's back, right behind Face Slug.&lt;br /&gt;"Curse you, slug! This is your fault!" screamed Face Slug, and then King Raven did a loop the loop in the air, causing Spike Slug to plummet to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;"What's wrong, guests?" mocked Mayor Squirrel, who was avoiding Little Jen and Moogoo Jens attacks of tornadoes and charges with ease. "Are you really so weak? Let me show you true power! DIE!!!" and then he leaped away from the two jens, and fired dark energy balls from his hands nonstop at the jens, who were running and jumping like crazy to avoid the evil blasts. "I'll put a stop to your efforts!" laughed Mayor Squirrel, who then took out his pocket watch. "TIME STOP!" he screamed, and time suddenly stood still.&lt;br /&gt;"Yeeeessss... just stay there, jens!" laughed Mayor Squirrel, who then fired off ten dark energy balls, aimed right at the jens. "Now, TIME RESUME!" he then screamed, and then time unfroze, and Little Jen and Moogoo Jen were bombarded with dark balls of energy.&lt;br /&gt;"Little! Moogoo! Hang in there!" shouted Baby Squirrel, who was being dive-bombed by King Raven, and even though he was shooting Rainbow Blast after Rainbow Blast at the evil bird and it's rider, they were just too swift, and the blasts took too long to charge up, always giving them a hint to what was going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;"Uuuuugggg..." groaned Little Jen, who was stumbling to his feet in a daze.&lt;br /&gt;"Still alive?" shrugged Mayor Squirrel. "You aren't even worth my time. It's that slug I want dead!" and then he fired three balls of dark energy at Little Jen, and took off, making a mad dash for Spike Slug, who was blocking swipes of King Raven's talons with the handle of his spear.&lt;br /&gt;"Look out, Spike Slug!" shouted Baby Squirrel, who had spotted Mayor Squirrel. "That mad squirrel is heading right for ya'!"&lt;br /&gt;"Whoa!" cried Spike Slug, when he saw Mayor Squirrel preparing to freeze time with his pocket watch. "Thanks a lot, Baby Squirrel!" and he leaped out of the way, just as time froze, and Mayor Squirrel cast a huge laser at the spot where Spike Slug had just been, not noticing that Spike Slug was frozen mid-jump over to the left of his laser.&lt;br /&gt;"TIME RESUME!" shouted Mayor Squirrel, and then he noticed Spike Slug. "You... you... miserable slug!" he screamed. "You will share the same fate of your ancestor! DIE, SLUG!!" and then he fired his laser, but this time Spike Slug did not jump, instead, he got out of his shell a large mirror, and held it in front of him. The laser reflected right back at Mayor Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh %#&amp;amp;*!" cursed Mayor Squirrel, and then he was hit full force with his own dark laser. KABAM! "Curse you, slug!" screamed Mayor Squirrel as he was knocked across the roof of the fortress, and he just barely managed to hold on to the edge of the roof. However, when he was knocked through the air, he had dropped his pocket watch.&lt;br /&gt;"The pocket watch! Get the pocket watch! Then he can't freeze time!" screamed Baby Squirrel, and he and Spike Slug both lunged for the pocket watch.&lt;br /&gt;"I got it!" said Baby Squirrel grabbing the pocket watch, but then it was snatched by King Raven.&lt;br /&gt;"I got it, squirrel!" mocked Face Slug, but then King Raven was bashed right in the jaw, and it lost it's grip on the small gold pocket watch.&lt;br /&gt;"We got it!" said Moogoo Jen and Little Jen, who had been the ones to bash King Raven. But then, Mayor Squirrel snatched it out of their hands.&lt;br /&gt;"This pocket watch is mine!" screamed Mayor Squirrel. "No one gets it!" and suddenly, down from the sky came a large yellow claw, landing right on Mayor Squirrel, and then another claw grabbed the pocket watch.&lt;br /&gt;"I got it!" said Double, who had Jawel on his back.&lt;br /&gt;"How did you get here?" asked Baby Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;"Jawel was going to be fed to me as a snack, but instead of eating him, I decided to help him stop Mayor Squirrel," said Double. "I then went to the balcony, and climbed right up the wall. Then I pounced on this squirrel, and here I am."&lt;br /&gt;"You traitor!!!" screamed Mayor Squirrel, knocking Double away. "You all will regret the day you dared oppose me!" and then he made a dash for the pocket watch, which was still clutched tightly in Double's claw, only to be bashed in the eye by Jawel, who had leaped up from his spot on Doubles back.&lt;br /&gt;"It's time for you to pay for your evil ways, Mayor Squirrel!" screamed Jawel, who then grabbed the pocket watch from Double's claw with his mouth, and then spit it as hard as he could toward Baby Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks, Jawel," said Baby Squirrel, and then he called out, "Okay, team! It's time to show Face Slug it's his fault for attacking us if we kill him!" and then he shouted, "TIME STOP!" and time froze for everyone except him and his friends.&lt;br /&gt;"Now guys! At the count of three, we jump! One... two... three!" screamed Baby Squirrel, and he his team, Jawel and Double all jumped onto King Raven. "TIME RESUME!!!" commanded Baby Squirrel, and then he and his friends all began attacking Face Slug at once.&lt;br /&gt;"Ouch! H- OW! St- YOW! This is all yo-- OUCH OUCH OOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUCH!!!!" cried out Face Slug, and then Baby Squirrel began to charge up a Rainbow Blast.&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, everybody off!" commanded Baby Squirrel, and then all his friends leaped off of King Raven's back, and that's when Baby Squirrel fired the blast. KABOOOOOOOOMMMMMM!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;King Raven shot into the sky in flames, with Face Slug hanging on with his body turning into dust.&lt;br /&gt;"This is my stop! Gotta go!" mocked Baby Squirrel, waving goodbye to Face Slug, and then his propeller belt appeared around his waist, and he flew back down to the roof of the fortress.&lt;br /&gt;"I can't believe I'm saying this, but I think this was my fault!" sobbed Face Slug, and then King Raven exploded in a cloud of black feathers and dark magic, and a small amount of dust was blown into the sea.&lt;br /&gt;"FACE SLUG!!! KING RAVEN!!!" cried out Mayor Squirrel. "You fooooooollllssss!!! Now I'll have to truly take matters into my own hands! Sigh... I hate getting my hands dirty with entertaining guests." and then he charged Baby Squirrel's team. "TAKE THIS!!!" he screamed, firing energy balls by the second.&lt;br /&gt;"This is it for you, Mayor Squirrel! Your rain of terror is over!" shouted Baby Squirrel, and then he flew behind Mayor Squirrel with his propeller, and gave the villain a swift kick in the back of the head. "Give up yet?"&lt;br /&gt;"NEVER!!!" screamed Mayor Squirrel, getting back on his feet. "I won't give up until you're all dead, and I rule the world!" and then he flew up into the air, firing a huge laser down at Baby Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;"Two can play the flying game, you know!" said Baby Squirrel, who then flew up after the evil villain.&lt;br /&gt;"Blasted flea carrier!" cursed Mayor Squirrel. "Take this!" and then he blasted Baby Squirrel's propeller with a energy ball!&lt;br /&gt;Baby Squirrel tumbled through the air, trying to stay in the air, but his belt's propeller was broken.&lt;br /&gt;"It's time to finish this, Baby Squirrel!" said Mayor Squirrel, and he then flew down to the ground, right below Baby Squirrel, and began to charge up a huge laser. "Goodbye, Baby Squ--" began Mayor Squirrel, but then, he realized... that Spike Slug had stabed him right in the brain with his spear.&lt;br /&gt;"Heh heh heh..." laughed Mayor Squirrel. "I... have... lost." and then, in his last breath, he stood up straight, let out a scream of rage, and the exploded in a huge blast of dark power. BOOOOOMMMMM!!! Suddenly, the island started to shake.&lt;br /&gt;"Wh-what's happening?!" cried Little Jen.&lt;br /&gt;"It must be the explosion!" cried Double. "It must have been so powerful, it's going to explode the island!"&lt;br /&gt;Then, Double's parents and Web Spinner jumped up onto the roof.&lt;br /&gt;"There's good news, and bad news," said Web Spinner. "The good news is, the fortress isn't on lock down anymore, now that Mayor Squirrel is dead. The bad news is, I don't have a clue how we're going to get off the island!"&lt;br /&gt;"I know how!" said Double. "Follow me!" and then he jumped down the hole leading back into the fortress, and began to run down the stairs, followed closely by Baby Squirrel and his friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, they were all out of the fortress, but now Double was running around to the other side of the island. In just a few moments, they were looking at a cruse ship.&lt;br /&gt;"Wha-I thought you had a row boat!" gasped Baby Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, you must have seen the rows for our fishing boat!" chuckled Double's father.&lt;br /&gt;"Anyway, hop on before that crazed squirrel's explosion destroys the island!" said Double, and they all ran aboard, and Double started the boat.&lt;br /&gt;Soon, they were miles away from the island. And yet, it was such a huge explosion, they could see it even from this far away.  KABOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HORAAAAAAYYYYY!!!!" they all screamed.&lt;br /&gt;"But..." sighed Double's father. "We couldn't save anything we had."&lt;br /&gt;"It's okay, dear. It could be worse," said Double's mother.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, guys! Look!" cried out Spike Slug.&lt;br /&gt;And then, what should land on the deck but the scorched shape of Double's house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"YEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!" cheered Double.&lt;br /&gt;And then, an amazing thing happened. Before all of their eyes, Jawel began to glow white, and then his shell shape disappeared, and then he appeared again, but now, he was a yellow slug, with brown eyes, a general suit, and a orange mustache.&lt;br /&gt;"Jawel!" gasped Moogoo Jen. "You're back to normal!"&lt;br /&gt;"Actually, my name is 'Stache Slug," said the slug. "I know. Funny name, huh? But still fitting."&lt;br /&gt;"You were a general?" asked Little Jen, looking at 'Stache Slug's outfit.&lt;br /&gt;"You are correct, my good jen," said 'Stache Slug. "And now that Mayor Squirrel is dead, that spell he cast upon me is no more.&lt;br /&gt;"But why didn't you turn back the exact moment he was killed?" asked Spike Slug, scratching his head with one of the spikes on his shell.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, that?" asked 'Stache Slug. "That was simply to make it more dramatic."&lt;br /&gt;"Ha ha ha ha ha!!!" they all laughed. and then, Double took them back to the mainland, which was Mirror City,  and then Baby Squirrel and his friends flew home in a luxury plane, and  told everyone about their adventures in Spook City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened after the adventure:&lt;br /&gt;Today, Double and his parents live on their boat in their house, and have made a living fishing. They even broke the record for the world's biggest fish caught, when they caught a new kind of fish people now call The Biggie Blue, because it is as long and big as a trailer truck, and it is blue.&lt;br /&gt;As for 'Stache Slug, he's become one of the Mirror City Army Base's top generals. Fast and Furious Jen says she's never seen a better fighter. And so, now we come to the end of the adventures of Spook City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The weekly blog of Maxwell DiMarco (www.maxwelldimarco.com), seven year old author and artist, of the graphic novel "Baby Squirrel is in Town" and other books and CDs.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714659246604699753-1835801495271352087?l=maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/feeds/1835801495271352087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714659246604699753&amp;postID=1835801495271352087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/1835801495271352087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/1835801495271352087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/2011/07/adventures-of-spook-city-part-8.html' title='The Adventures of Spook City part 8'/><author><name>Maxwell Kier DiMarco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937726475561652197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fUjbfT3sq4/SZt2LLhXL0I/AAAAAAAAABI/4FQFL2nv6Zg/S220/max.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714659246604699753.post-8688025086181162904</id><published>2011-07-13T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T17:25:59.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Adventures of Spook City part 7</title><content type='html'>"Get ready to DIE, flea carriers!" laughed Face Slug, and then he lunged toward Spike Slug.&lt;br /&gt;"No! You get ready to die!" hollered Spike Slug, who had had quite enough of this evil slug. He then whipped a laser blaster out of his shell, and began to blast away at the crazed slug.&lt;br /&gt;"YOU WILL FEEL THE WRATH OF MY REVENGE!!!" screamed the larger Werewolf Jen, and he bounded toward Little Jen, gnashing his teeth as he went. &lt;br /&gt;"You're going down!" mocked Moogoo Jen, and he zoomed behind the Werewolf Jen, and gave a huge tug on it's cape!&lt;br /&gt;"GACK!!" choked the evil jen, but Moogoo Jen wasn't done yet. He then swung the Werewolf Jen over his head, and threw it into the smaller Werewolf Jen, who was trying to chomp Little Jen and Baby Squirrel. CLOBBER!&lt;br /&gt;"Whoooooooaaaaaaa!!!!" cried both crazed jens, as they rolled cape over nose right for Spike Slug.&lt;br /&gt;"Uh oh!" said Spike Slug when he saw the ball of jens rolling right toward him. "I guess I'd better jump! ...Naw." and then he shot a laser at the jens, making them bounce off the side of the fortress, and then head right on course for Face Slug.&lt;br /&gt;"$@@@@@@@@@@@@@#%!!!!!" said Face Slug, and then he was hit head on by the Werewolf Jens.&lt;br /&gt;"YIIIIIIIIIIIIIKESSSSSSS!!!!" screamed all the villains with horror, as they rolled on down the path.&lt;br /&gt;"Come on guys!" commanded Baby Squirrel. "It's time to end these villain's rain of terror, once and for all!" and then they took off after the ball of badness.&lt;br /&gt;"You fools!" shouted Face Slug at the Werewolf Jens. "This is all your fault!" and then when he was on top of the ball, he leaped away, Jawel hanging on for dear life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further on down the path...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"La la la la la..." sang a dragon squirrel, who was manning some controls for the spotlights, while listening to music with some headphones. Then, he saw the Werewolf Jens rolling right for him with Baby Squirrel and his team pursuing them. "Oh *)(^!" cursed the dragon squirrel, and then he got smashed in the head by the Werewolf Jens, and turned to dust, leaving his headphones playing catchy music on the controls of the spotlights.&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, fur things!" screamed the small Werewolf Jen, now in another mad rage. "Now is when you die!" and both Werewolf Jens launched themselves at Baby Squirrel and his team.&lt;br /&gt;"It's time to end this!" said Little Jen, and he spun off ten small tornadoes with his cape.&lt;br /&gt;But the Werewolf Jens were quicker then last time, and then avoided all of them.&lt;br /&gt;"Die, monsters!" screamed Spike Slug, shooting blast after blast of lasers at the evil jens.&lt;br /&gt;"Yikes!" cried the larger Werewolf Jen: one of the blasts had set it's cape on fire. "My cape!"&lt;br /&gt;"Forget your stupid cape!" demanded the smaller jen. "Just concentrate on killing this stupid club!"&lt;br /&gt;"First of all, we're not a club, and second of all, we're not stupid!" screamed Baby Squirrel. "You're going to pay for that, crazed jens!" and then he charged up a rainbow blast, and fired, nearly hitting the smaller Werewolf Jen.&lt;br /&gt;"Ha! You'll have to to better then that, squirrel!" laughed the jen, and then he launched himself at Baby Squirrel, followed closely by the larger Werewolf Jen, who's cape was now ablaze, but he took no notice of it.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, Moogoo Jen got an idea. "Guys! I know how to beat these guys! Baby Squirrel, Spike Slug! Distract them!"&lt;br /&gt;"Sure thing, Moogoo!" said Spike Slug, and then he and Baby Squirrel charged their attackers. "On guard, monster!"&lt;br /&gt;"Okay," said Moogoo Jen, now turning to face Little Jen. "Little? Do you still have those chilly peppers you packed for a snack?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah," said Little Jen, taking out of a hidden pocket in his cape two chilly peppers. "But Moogoo, you said they were too hot for you. When you tried one, it was so hot you starting breathing fi-- ooooohhhh... I get it!" and then he handed Moogoo Jen the peppers.&lt;br /&gt;"Nice realizing my plan so quickly," complemented Moogoo Jen, as he stuffed the peppers both down his throat at once. "Now stand back!" warned Moogoo Jen, and when they heard this, Baby Squirrel and Spike Slug began to retreat from their battle with the Werewolf Jens.&lt;br /&gt;"Whatsa' matter, little cowards?" mocked the smaller Werewolf Jen, who was sticking his tongue out at the team.&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing," said Moogoo Jen, who was now standing a few feet away from the evil jens. "I just paused fighting to tell you something."&lt;br /&gt;"And whats that?" asked the larger Werewolf Jen, who was ready to chomp Moogoo Jen right when he was finished talking.&lt;br /&gt;"I have to tell you..." said Moogoo Jen, who's nostrils were beginning to smoke. "That you're..."&lt;br /&gt;"We're what?" asked the smaller Werewolf Jen.&lt;br /&gt;"..." said Moogoo Jen, who then opened his mouth wide. "YOU'RE FINISHED!!!" he then suddenly breathed a huge burst of fire, right at the jens!&lt;br /&gt;"EEEEEEEEKKKKKKKK!!!!" cried the evil jens, and they then both charged down the path, with Moogoo Jen, Baby Squirrel, and the rest of his team in close pursuit.&lt;br /&gt;"FACE SLUG! MAYOR SQUIRREL! ANYBODY! HEEEEEELLLLLLLP!!!!!" shouted the Werewolf Jens at the top of their lungs as they ran, but, despite their screams, no one came to their aid.&lt;br /&gt;"Ha!" laughed the larger Werewolf Jen. "If we can just make it to the spotlight, we'll be all clear!"&lt;br /&gt;Sure enough, a spotlight was shining a light right at the end of the path. "When the guard sees those squirrel stups, he'll open the hidden trap door, and then the pests will plunge to their deaths!" laughed the jen. But suddenly, a small line of an opening began to appear in their path.&lt;br /&gt;"Wh-what?! Why is the trap door opening?!" cried the smaller Werewolf Jen. "They know us!" but still the opening began to get larger, and larger, and larger! "QUICK!" shouted the same Werewolf Jen. "STOP!!!" and then both jens came to a screeching halt, right before they fell into the trap door.&lt;br /&gt;"Whew," said the larger Werewolf Jen. "We're sa--" and then he turned around, and saw Moogoo Jen heading right for them.&lt;br /&gt;"Goodbye, evil doers!" screamed Moogoo Jen, and he then slammed into them, then as they flew through the air, took and deep breath, and blasted them with the biggest blast fire breath he could muster!&lt;br /&gt;"MAYOR SQUIRREL! WE'VE FAILED YOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUU!!!!" cried the jens, now balls of fire, as they plunged into the pit, and soon after, there was a shriek, and a fine layer of dust blasted up out of the hole. BOOOOOOOOMMMMM!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;"..............................................Whew," gasped Moogoo Jen, as the spice of the peppers began to wear off. "That was hard. But why did that trap door open in the first place?"&lt;br /&gt;And then, in answer to his question, two smiling faces peeked out from behind the spotlight controls.&lt;br /&gt;"Remember me?" asked Double. "I just thought you'd need a little hand!"&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks a lot, Double!" said Baby Squirrel, as the trap door began to close. "You really saved us there! But, won't you now get in trouble with Mayor Squirrel?"&lt;br /&gt;"Well..." said Double, "I actually thought you had come to the island to kill him, to tell you the truth."&lt;br /&gt;"Well, that wasn't our plan at first, but now we're ready to take him down!" said Spike Slug, putting away his laser gun.&lt;br /&gt;"Alright! You guys are the best!" cheered Double. "Oh, and one more thing..."&lt;br /&gt;"Yes?" asked Baby Squirrel kindly.&lt;br /&gt;"Can I get your autographs?" asked Double.&lt;br /&gt;"Sure," said Baby Squirrel, and then he used his super strength to tear off part of the side of the fortress, turned them into four unsigned autographs, and gave each one to one of his friends, keeping one for himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here you go, Double," said Baby Squirrel, handing Double all his friend's autographs.&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks, Baby Squirrel," said Double. "You guys rock!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It seems that "Baby Squirrel" is stronger then I first thought..." said Mayor Squirrel to himself. "But I am not afraid to take matters into my own hands!" he then screamed, turning to face Face Slug, who still had Jawel on his back. "It is time for Baby Squirrel to finish his tour! And after I am done with him, there will be no more heroes in this world! I will rule the world!                 Baby Squirrel, it is time for you to feel my wrath... and I promise you: you will regret the day you ever set foot in Spook City! Face Slug! Fetch King Raven! The battle to end all battles... will soon be upon us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The weekly blog of Maxwell DiMarco (www.maxwelldimarco.com), seven year old author and artist, of the graphic novel "Baby Squirrel is in Town" and other books and CDs.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714659246604699753-8688025086181162904?l=maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/feeds/8688025086181162904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714659246604699753&amp;postID=8688025086181162904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/8688025086181162904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/8688025086181162904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/2011/07/adventures-of-spook-city-part-7.html' title='The Adventures of Spook City part 7'/><author><name>Maxwell Kier DiMarco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937726475561652197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fUjbfT3sq4/SZt2LLhXL0I/AAAAAAAAABI/4FQFL2nv6Zg/S220/max.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714659246604699753.post-6018919105701653802</id><published>2011-07-12T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T18:41:54.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Adventures of Spook City part 6</title><content type='html'>In Double's room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Moooooommm!!!! Daaaaaaaadddd!!!! I'm hoooooooooommmmmmme!!!" called out Double as he entered the house. "And I brought some new friends with me!"&lt;br /&gt;"Just in time for super!" said a voice to the right of the door.&lt;br /&gt;The voice belonged to a creature like Double, with too faces, both with one large eye, and horns, but this creature was wearing lip stick on it's left face's mouth,  and had on slippers. The left face also hadorange yellow curly hair, while the right one had long, dark red, straight hair, and both were speckled with gray. Baby Squirrel knew at once that the creature must be Double's mom.&lt;br /&gt;"Now, dear," said Double's mom, "Will you please help me set the table?"&lt;br /&gt;"Of course, mom," said Double willingly, and he walked over to help his mother carry some bowls full of soup over to the table. While they were getting the table ready, Baby Squirrel took the chance to observe his surroundings. To the right of where Baby Squirrel and his friends were standing, which was in front of the door, was the kitchen. A stone fireplace was built into the wall,and the wallpaper was a nice, cheery yellow color, with occasional flower designs. The floor was brown planks of wood. The fireplace was lit, with a large black stew pot hanging over it. A few feet away from it was the table. It was round, with four chairs placed around it, and a white table clothe covering it. Beyond the kitchen was the bed room, which had purple wallpaper, gray carpet, and two large beds with wooden bedheads, large white pillows, and purple blankets. When Spike Slug looked over at what Baby Squirrel was looking at, he said: "Wow. Someone must like purple!"&lt;br /&gt;In front of Baby Squirrel was a cylinder basket, which had a umbrella, a spear, which Baby Squirrel guessed had been Double's dad's, and two ores, which Baby Squirrel thought must be used to row Double's boat. The floor shared it's flooring with the kitchen, for it was also wood.&lt;br /&gt;To Baby Squirrel's left, was the living room. It had brown, wooden walls, not much unlike the floor in the kitchen, and gray carpet. It also had a stone fire place, but this one was not used for cooking. At the moment, there was a fair sized fire going. On ether sides of the fireplace were two large book shelves, full up of large books. On the wall over the fire, Were masks shaped like monsters. Strangely, all of them where shaped like 76 Octo's monster head bombs. Baby Squirrel had not known so many people knew about 76 Octo. On the fireplace was a vase full of flowers, and a picture of Double as a young kid, Double's mom, and who must have been Double's dad. There were two blue arm chairs around the fireplace, as well as one rocking chair in between them. Both armchairs had someone sitting in them. The whole house was lit with modern light bulbs, which Baby Squirrel thought were quite comforting, compared to the lanterns in the other parts of the fortress.&lt;br /&gt;In the chair on the left, Baby Squirrel could see Five horns sticking up from behind the back of the chair. Spike Slug pointed out that one of them was broken.&lt;br /&gt;"Dad!" called Double. "Time for dinner!" when he said this, the creatures in the chairs got up, and began to head for the dinner table.&lt;br /&gt;The creature with the broken horn was Double's father. He looked just like Double, except he was a slightly darker color, his claws were longer, and the horn in the middle of the three horns on his left head has the top part of it broken off. He looked just like in the picture, except older.&lt;br /&gt;"Let me guess..." said Double's dad. "It's my favorite soup again?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, dear," said Double's mom, and she gave him a small kiss on the cheek.&lt;br /&gt;"Good," said Double's dad. "It's never a bad meal if it's some tuna and spinach soup." and then he sat down at the table.&lt;br /&gt;As for the other creature... it looked very familiar.&lt;br /&gt;"IT'S MOOGOO!!!!" cried Little Jen, and he ran to give his friend a crushing hug.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey," said Double's dad. "Isn't that squirrel that Baby Squirrel guy?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes! Isn't it cool, dad?" asked Double excitedly. "I mean, who'd think Baby Squirrel and his friends would even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt; about coming here?"&lt;br /&gt;"Well..." said Spike Slug, "We didn't mean to come here, but I'm glad we did. You guys have helped us so much by saving Moogoo Jen. That takes good people. If we hadn't come here, we never would have met you!"&lt;br /&gt;"Well, it wasn't that hard, since there wasn't any fighting or anything, but you're welcome!" said Double, his faces beaming.&lt;br /&gt;"Well now, Double?" asked Baby Squirrel. "Could you please take us back to the mainland, now?"&lt;br /&gt;At this, Double's faces looked down. "Sorry, Baby Squirrel," sighed Double. "But Mayor Squirrel had locked down the fortress. Even though since I'm a guard and so I have the key, when Mayor Squirrel gets like this, he won't let anything out for fear the reason why the fortress is on lock down will get out. Really sorry!"&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry," said Baby Squirrel, walking over to Double to give him a friendly pat on the back. "We'll find another way off the island. It's not your fault Mayor Squirrel is a crazed creep."&lt;br /&gt;Then Double burst into laughter. "HA! Crazed creep! Those both start with C! Ha ha ha ha ha ha! That's funny!" after he stopped laughing, he said: "Well, now that that's done, I wish you all the best of luck finding a way off this island! I'll unlock the door for you." and then he walked up the wall, unlocked the door, and opened wide. "Good luck!"&lt;br /&gt;"Good luck to all of you, too!" called Moogoo Jen, as Baby Squirrel super jumped him and all his friends out the door. "Thanks for helping me!"&lt;br /&gt;"One last thing!" said Double's dad as Double went to shut the door. "If you're going to the balcony, remember this: under any circumstances, don't get caught in the spotlights!" and with that, Double shut and locked the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Those were nice people," said Spike Slug, as they returned to the main room.&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah," agreed Little Jen. "Yep, they really help-- AAAAHHHH!!!!" he had just suddenly noticed a winding stair case, leading up to the balcony. "Wh-wh-where did that come from?!"&lt;br /&gt;"I guess Mayor Squirrel thinks we're ready to go on with our tour," said Baby Squirrel, and he and his team began to walk up the stairs. By the time they all reached the balcony, they were still a long was from the top of the tower, and stairs only went up that far. "To the balcony we go!" said Baby Squirrel bravely, and he began to walk out onto the balcony.&lt;br /&gt;"Don't forget!" called Moogoo Jen, "Double's father told us not to get caught in the spotlights!"&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry, I won't forget," vowed Baby Squirrel, and he and his team stepped out into the cold.&lt;br /&gt;The wind battered Baby Squirrel's face as he stepped out of the fortress. It was a balcony, all right, with the walls on the edges of the balcony crumbling with age. Two lanterns were hanging from thin ropes tied to rusting hooks plunged into the wall. In the light of their flickering flames, Baby Squirrel could see a path leading along the outside of the fortress, leading off from the balcony. More flickering lanterns lead the way.&lt;br /&gt;"This way!" Baby Squirrel shouted to his friends over the roar of the wind, and they began to edge along the path.&lt;br /&gt;After some edging along the path, they saw two monsters, and Baby Squirrel knew they weren't friendly from the crazed look in their eyes. Their torsos, legs and tails were that of a muscular squirrel, but their heads were that of scaly green dragons, with their forked toughs hanging out of their mouths. They each wore full suits of armor, including a helmet (Baby Squirrel knew their heads were dragon heads because their visors were up), and they each carried a wicked looking spear.&lt;br /&gt;"On the count of three, we run," whispered Baby Squirrel to his friends. They nodded in understanding agreement. "One... two... THREE!!!!" and they all made a mad dash, aiming to pass the monsters before they saw them.&lt;br /&gt;No such luck. The monsters saw them far before they were past them, and assumed battle stances.&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, then, monsters! Put 'em up!" screamed Spike Slug, taking a sword out of his shell.&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah!" said Little Jen and Moogoo Jen, who were getting ready to use their speed attacks.&lt;br /&gt;"You miserable sssssssssssssquirrelssssssssss!" hissed one of the dragon squirrels. "You will be killed!" and they leaped at the heroes, spears aiming to stab them one by one.&lt;br /&gt;"Die, monsters!" screamed Baby Squirrel, and he fired a rainbow blast at one of the monsters, but it was too quick, and it dodged the blast, and in seconds of the attack, it had Baby Squirrel pinned against the wall with it's spear.&lt;br /&gt;"Any last words, ssssssssquirrel?" sneered the dragon squirrel. &lt;br /&gt;"Yeah. Why do bad guys always ask that when heroes are in this situation?" asked Baby Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;"Uuuuuuuuhhhhhhh..." thought the dragon squirrel, taking it's spear away from Baby Squirrel for a moment to ponder this question. "Ummmm... I think it'sssssssssss..." and that was the last thing it had time to say before it was hit with a rainbow blast, and knocked off the path.&lt;br /&gt;"Ssssssssstand sssssssstill and fight, you horrid jens!" demanded the remaining dragon squirrel, who was swinging it's spear like wild, trying to hit Little Jen or Moogoo Jen, who were running around the monster in a circle, in a mocking sort of way. "Ah ha!" said the dragon squirrel, a thought suddenly coming to it. "Of course!" and it stuck it's spear handle right into the path of the jens.&lt;br /&gt;"Ouch!" cried out Little Jen, as he slammed his nose into the side to the spear, and soon after, he was hit by Moogoo Jen, who could not stop in time, ether. They fell to the path in a heap.&lt;br /&gt;"Ha ha ha!" laughed the dragon Squirrel, and he was just going to turn the jens into a jen-cabob with his spear, when suddenly, he realized he was suddenly two monsters. The he relized the truth: Spike Slug had cut him in half. "Oh," said the monster, and he dropped his spear, and blew up into dust. (Don't worry, there was no blood or anything. He was made from magic.) &lt;br /&gt;"Well, that was exciting, to say the least," said Spike Slug, putting his sword back in his shell.&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah," said Baby Squirrel, who was helping Moogoo Jen and Little Jen get back on their feat. "Let's just hope we don't have to fight anymore bad guys for a while."&lt;br /&gt;"HA!" said a voice that made all the heroes jump. "In your dreams, squirrel!" and out of the darkness jumped the Werewolf Jens, and Face Slug (Face Slug also had Jawel with him).&lt;br /&gt;"Well, well, well," said Face Slug with a sneer in his voice. "Look what the net dragged in!"&lt;br /&gt;"We were hopping that Double would have killed you, but it seems you outsmarted him, or something," sighed the small Werewolf Jen.&lt;br /&gt;"But no matter!" laughed the larger Werewolf Jen. "Now we get to kill you, and make the boss proud!"&lt;br /&gt;"I assume you mean Mayor Squirrel," said Moogoo Jen.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes. Who else would we be talking about?" asked Face Slug. "Now is when we kill you, and then feed you to King Raven!"&lt;br /&gt;"King Raven? I doubt you're going to tell us who that is?" asked Baby Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;"Nope. Not going to tell you," said the smaller Werewolf Jen.&lt;br /&gt;"I will!" said Jawel. "So guys, you know the birds nes--&lt;br /&gt;"SHUT YOUR SHELL!!!!" screamed Face Squirrel. "Anyway, now's when we kill you, pests! ...Oh, and remember, if we kill you, it's your fault." and then, they all lunged toward Baby Squirrel and his friends.&lt;br /&gt;"Get ready to lose, evil doers!" said Baby Squirrel. "Feel the might of friendship!" and then he and his team charged forward, and the battle began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The weekly blog of Maxwell DiMarco (www.maxwelldimarco.com), seven year old author and artist, of the graphic novel "Baby Squirrel is in Town" and other books and CDs.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714659246604699753-6018919105701653802?l=maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/feeds/6018919105701653802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714659246604699753&amp;postID=6018919105701653802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/6018919105701653802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/6018919105701653802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/2011/07/adventures-of-spook-city-part-6.html' title='The Adventures of Spook City part 6'/><author><name>Maxwell Kier DiMarco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937726475561652197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fUjbfT3sq4/SZt2LLhXL0I/AAAAAAAAABI/4FQFL2nv6Zg/S220/max.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714659246604699753.post-8302917958204739249</id><published>2011-07-11T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T17:29:32.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Adventures of Spook City part 5</title><content type='html'>"This is is, friends!" said Baby Squirrel, as he and his team crossed the fresh hold of the fortress.&lt;br /&gt;"Ummmm... Baby Squirrel?" asked Spike Slug.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes?"&lt;br /&gt;"Why is Gannondorf's Castle's theme playing in the background?"&lt;br /&gt;"I guess it's to make this more dramatic," shrugged Baby Squirrel, and he began to look around the room they were in.&lt;br /&gt;It was a greenish light blue hue, and was circular. Lanterns were inserted in rectangular hollows in the wall. Baby Squirrel looked up. The ceiling was quite a ways away, and the lanterns higher up were strangely placed in a way that looked like there should be a spiraling staircase leading up, but there were no stairs in sight. There wasn't even any rubble. Near the ceiling was a large hole in the wall of the fortress, and next to that hole was an archway that lead onto a balcony. Even farther up was a door, but there was no way to get to it without flying.&lt;br /&gt;"FLYING! That's it!" exclaimed Baby Squirrel, and suddenly a belt with a propeller appeared around his waist. "Grab my feet, team!" said Baby Squirrel, who then lifted his friends off the ground... and suddenly time stopped.&lt;br /&gt;"WHA HA HA HA HA HA!!!" laughed a crazed laugh that seemed to come from out of nowhere. And suddenly, Mayor Squirrel appeared on the balcony, out of thin air!&lt;br /&gt;"Don't forget, guests, you haven't seen all of the fortress yet!" reminded Mayor Squirrel. "So... until you see all of the fortress, you won't be able to enter the top floor, or leave! Soooo... ta ta, guests!" and then Mayor Squirrel lifted off of the ground, swooped down, grabbed Baby Squirrel and his friends, and threw them back to the bottom floor! "Now, to fix our door problem..." chuckled Mayor Squirrel, and then the broken down door suddenly turned into the hardest metal Baby Squirrel and his team had ever seen, and there was the sound of a lock locking. "Remember, be sure to take in your surroundings, guests... we worked so hard to prepare it all for you! Heh heh heh heh heh heh..." and then Mayor Squirrel disappeared, and time unfroze.&lt;br /&gt;"Curse that Mayor Squirrel!" cursed Baby Squirrel, as he got off the ground and dusted himself off. "He even broke my propeller!" and he held up the remains of his propeller, which then disappeared, along with his belt.&lt;br /&gt;"Now what?" asked Little Jen in despair, but just as the words left his mouth, he noticed a door on the other side of the chamber. "Funny," said Little Jen, scratching the top of his head. "I didn't see that door before."&lt;br /&gt;"Well, we don't have anywhere else to go, so... I guess that's where we're going," said Spike Slug, and then they opened the door, and stepped inside.&lt;br /&gt;Inside, they found everything was on it's side. Expensive pottery was smashed on the wall, which was now the floor. Broken windows on the ceiling, which was once the left wall, let in a eerie view of the moon, which was only a sliver at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;"What happened here?!" gasped Little Jen.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm guessing," said the smart and quick thinking Spike Slug, "That ether this part of the castle was destroyed in a huge battle, but more likely, it has fallen over from age, seeing how this is an island. But, maybe the enemy attacked from ships, or maybe once this island was not an island at all, but a mountain. Any one of those answers could be correct."&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, they saw a dark shape at the other end of the hall!&lt;br /&gt;"Quick! Hide!" whispered Baby Squirrel, and he pulled his friends behind the ruins of a pillar.&lt;br /&gt;As the shape came closer,  Baby Squirrel gasped! The monster had two faces, but unlike Face Slug, this monster's faces were connected. The monster was yellow, with a body that was shaped like a sideways eight. On the right side of the eight (it's right),  was it's first face. It had one eye, and two curved horns that were a tan color. It also had a toothy smile under it's large eye. On the other side of the eight was it's other face. It looked just like the other face, excepting that it was frowning, and it had three curved horns. On opposite sides of the eight, were it's two clawed feet. Slowly, the monster came closer... and closer... and closer... until finally it was past Baby Squirrel and his friend's hiding place.&lt;br /&gt;"Whew," said Little Jen under his breath.&lt;br /&gt;But it was a little bit too loud! The monster turned around, and saw Baby Squirrel and his friends crouched next to the pillar! It roared a blood curdling roar, both it's mouths joining in the cry.&lt;br /&gt;"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" screamed Baby Squirrel and his team.&lt;br /&gt;"Quickly, friends!" said Baby Squirrel, who had recovered from his shock. "Surround it! We can attack it from all sides!" And then, Baby Squirrel and his friends split up, surrounding the monster, and then lunged! The monster opened it's left mouth and then--&lt;br /&gt;"TIME OUT! TIME OUT!" cried the monster, and leaped away, causing Baby Squirrel and his friends to crash into a heap. "I'm sorry about that, Baby Squirrel," said the monster, now speaking with it's right mouth, and then it helped Baby Squirrel to his feet and dusted him off. "It's just I was so shocked to see you here that I just had to let it out!"&lt;br /&gt;"Um... okay," said Baby Squirrel, who was a little suspicious about the monster. "So, who are you, anyway?" he asked, helping his friends off the ground.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm glad you asked!" said the monster, stepping back a few paces of Baby Squirrel and his friends could clearly see him. "My name's Double. I think you already guessed why."&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah. Is it because of your two faces?" asked Little Jen, who was straitening out his cape.&lt;br /&gt;"Yep," said Double. "I'm top guard of the fortress. I've been ordered if I find anybody, I'm told should eat them."&lt;br /&gt;"Well, we won't let you do that anytime soon!" warned Spike Slug.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh no!" explained Double. "I was just getting to that part! Whenever, and it's rarely I do, mind you, find someone, I make chomping sounds to make it sound like I'm eating them to Mayor Squirrel, but really, I just keep them in my room until nobody is watching, and then I use my boat, which is the only boat on the island, to get them back to the mainland. Then, when they ask why I was going to the mainland, I just say I was going to eat somebody."&lt;br /&gt;"But why would you disobey Mayor Squirrel, anyway?" asked Little Jen.&lt;br /&gt;"All my father's ancestors served Mayor Squirrel as guards, but my mother didn't like the idea of eating people for no reason. Over time, my father began to agree. Then they had a child, who, of course, was yours truly," explained Double who was now alternating mouths between sentences. "I was raised believing it was wrong to eat people for no reason. And of course, that's the right thing to believe! So, even though I had to be a guard sooner or later, because Mayor Squirrel had ordered his first guards that if any of them or his descendants didn't, he would hunt them down, I still refused to eat anyone who came here. Of course, Mayor Squirrel doesn't know that," at this, Double chuckled to himself.&lt;br /&gt;"So... Double?" asked Little Jen. "Have you seen a small pink jen around here?"&lt;br /&gt;When Double heard this, he grinned from one side of his faces to the other. "Why, yes! Friend of yours?&lt;br /&gt;"Yes! His name is Moogoo Jen, and we've been best friends forever!" said Little Jen with glee.&lt;br /&gt;"As a matter a fact..." said Double, "I found him right after that horrible storm blew over! Mayor Squirrel brought him in, but he broke free of his grasp, and took off down this very hall! That's when I found him. At first he screamed with terror, but after I told him that I wasn't going to eat him, it all worked out. His scream even made it even more convincing that I had eaten him! I was going to bring him to the mainland tomorrow, but he said to wait a little longer. He mentioned some friends were coming to look for him. I'm sure he'll love to see you! This way!" and then he began to walk back the way he'd come, toward a door that was on it's side, and quite a ways off the ground, thanks to the way the hallway was tilted.&lt;br /&gt;"I don't think you'll be able to reach the door knob," sighed Double. "But no matter! I'll open the door!" and then he suddenly began to walk right up the wall!&lt;br /&gt;"How are you doing that?" asked Spike Slug in ay.&lt;br /&gt;"My feet are sticky," said Double honestly, and then he turned the door knob with his clawed foot, and the door swung open.&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks, Double!" said Baby Squirrel politely, and he then picked up his friends, and did a huge leap into the room, followed closely by Double, who shut the door behind them, and, just in case, looked it from the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Heh heh heh heh heh..." chuckled Mayor Squirrel, who was looking out over the village from the balcony, with Face Slug at his left side, and the Werewolf Jens at his right. "Baby Squirrel and his friends are exploring the castle. Sooner or later, they are bound to be killed by our traps, or one of our minions. Or maybe even Double will eat them. Whichever kills them, we will now be free to conquer the world! I will make a new empire! Monsters will overrun the world, and as for all of that empire's descendants, I will hunt them all down, and kill them all, one by one! I now cannot be stopped!" then he turned to look at his four henchmen (counting Jawel). I want you all to head to different parts of the fortress, and if you see Baby Squirrel, or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ANY&lt;/span&gt; of his friends, I order you to KILL THEM!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;"Of course, your greatneeeeeeesssssssss..." said the smaller werewolf jen, and he hopped away with the other werewolf jen close behind.&lt;br /&gt;"By the way..." said Face Slug, as he walked away, "If I get killed, be sure to tell King Raven it's his fault."&lt;br /&gt;"Humph. I might, but I can't guarantee that," said Mayor Squirrel, and he turned back to gaze down at Spook City. "Soon, all my dear villagers, we will all be living in a new age. The age... OF DARKNESS!!!!! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha, ah ha ha ha ha ha ha, ah ha ha ha ha ha ha haaaaaaa!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The weekly blog of Maxwell DiMarco (www.maxwelldimarco.com), seven year old author and artist, of the graphic novel "Baby Squirrel is in Town" and other books and CDs.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714659246604699753-8302917958204739249?l=maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/feeds/8302917958204739249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714659246604699753&amp;postID=8302917958204739249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/8302917958204739249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/8302917958204739249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/2011/07/adventures-of-spook-city-part-5.html' title='The Adventures of Spook City part 5'/><author><name>Maxwell Kier DiMarco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937726475561652197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fUjbfT3sq4/SZt2LLhXL0I/AAAAAAAAABI/4FQFL2nv6Zg/S220/max.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714659246604699753.post-4869430162399540275</id><published>2011-07-10T15:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T16:22:46.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Adventures of Spook City part 4</title><content type='html'>In the fortress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look at this, Face Slug..." said Mayor Squirrel to what appeared to be a slug. "It appears that our guests are having a good time out there..."&lt;br /&gt;"Yes..." said the slug, who &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; named Face Slug. "I just hope the Werewolf Jens made them feel at home..."&lt;br /&gt;"Do not fret about such matters," said Mayor Squirrel, turning his back away from the window he had been looking out of. "I'm sure that they are enjoying their tour. After all, everyone here is so polite. They will be treated nicely."&lt;br /&gt;"Of course, sir," said Face Slug.&lt;br /&gt;"Now then... it is almost that time. The time for them to see the fortress. Now Face Slug, please go and fetch them, if you please."&lt;br /&gt;"Of course, sir." and with that, the slug slid out of the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the village...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I guess I was wrong about Moogoo Jen being in the General Store," sighed Baby Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;"But where could he be?" asked Little Jen. "Well, other then..." he gulped, and took a glance at the ominous fortress behind the village limits. "Okay, then. If I have to brave my fears to save Moogoo Jen, so be it!" and he, Baby Squirrel and Spike Slug began to march toward the fortress.&lt;br /&gt;But then, just when they had reached the huge broken-down door, the door opened, and a slug stepped out. Little Jen gasped! Spike Slug screamed!&lt;br /&gt;"YIKES!!!" exclaimed Baby Squirrel, and then he fainted.&lt;br /&gt;The slug looked just like a normal slug, with brown eyes and a yellow color, even if this slug's yellow was a little darker then Spike Slug's. But this slug also had a shell, like Spike Slug, and the shell was what was so terrifying about this slug. The shell... had a face.&lt;br /&gt;"Aaaaahhhhh..." chuckled the slug, in a slightly menacing way. "I see you've noticed Jawel. Jawel, meet our guests."&lt;br /&gt;"I am pleased to meet your acquaintance, dear guests," said Jawel, which was the name of the talking shell.&lt;br /&gt;"I am Face Slug," said the slug (You probably already knew who the slug was, but Baby Squirrel and his team didn't). "And I see that you are ready for your tour of the fortress. I do hope that the Werewolf Jens treated you well..."&lt;br /&gt;"Actually, they tried to kill us," said Baby Squirrel honestly.&lt;br /&gt;"That is entirely your fault," said Face Slug plainly.&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT?! How is it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;our&lt;/span&gt; fault?!" demanded Spike Slug.&lt;br /&gt;"I am sure that the Werewolf Jens had nothing to do with trying to kill you. You must have angered them," said Face Slug, who was now glaring at them. "All our villagers are very polite. And they are all completely sane. You must be the insane ones. You also are rude, because I saw you defeat the Werewolf Jens, and they weren't even attacking you."&lt;br /&gt;"And by the way," continued Jawel, "This is a lie we are telling you so you won't suspect it when we kill you."&lt;br /&gt;"YOU FOOOOOOOLLLLL!!!!" screamed Face Slug, and he picked up Jawel, and threw him into the sea. SPLASH!!! "That was also your fault." said Face Slug, who was not showing any sign of the anger he had just let out on Jawel. "I would not have thrown Jawel had you not had been mocking me."&lt;br /&gt;"We weren't mocking you," sighed Little Jen. "This guy is completely insane." he thought to himself.&lt;br /&gt;"You are simply nothing more then lying, rude, flea ridden people," growled Face Slug. "I don't know why Mayor Squirrel wants you to enjoy your stay. He is nothing but a foolish fool. ...And because you just called his greatness a foolish fool--&lt;br /&gt;"We didn't say it!" hollered Spike Slug, who was begining to lose his temper over Face Slug constantly blaming them for all the things he did wrong. "You said it!"&lt;br /&gt;"And because you just called his greatness a foolish fool..." resumed Face Slug, taking no notice of Spike Slug's out burst. "You must find your own way around the fortress. Now then, I leave you to your lies and rudeness, dear guests. JAWEL!!! GET OVER HERE!!!"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm right here, sir," sighed Jawel, who was hoping back to Face Slug, and was soaking wet.&lt;br /&gt;"It was your fault that I kicked you into the ocean," said Face Slug, as Jawel hopped back onto his back, and as he went into the fortress. And then he shut the door behind him with a SLAM!!!&lt;br /&gt;"Well, that was just weird," said Spike Slug, who had finally stopped fuming over Face Slugs words. "But, for some reason, Jawel doesn't seem very crazy to me."&lt;br /&gt;"You're right," said Baby Squirrel, thinking it over. "He was a strange fellow, but he wasn't crazy. He could be a helpful ally, if he really isn't crazed."&lt;br /&gt;"Now then..." said Little Jen. "IT'S OFF TO RESCUE MOOGOO JEN!!!" and then they walked into the fortress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And it's your fault, Maxwell, for not writing the whole story in one blog," said Face Slug, and then he fell into a trap door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued... for real this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The weekly blog of Maxwell DiMarco (www.maxwelldimarco.com), seven year old author and artist, of the graphic novel "Baby Squirrel is in Town" and other books and CDs.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714659246604699753-4869430162399540275?l=maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/feeds/4869430162399540275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714659246604699753&amp;postID=4869430162399540275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/4869430162399540275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/4869430162399540275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/2011/07/adventures-of-spook-city-part-4.html' title='The Adventures of Spook City part 4'/><author><name>Maxwell Kier DiMarco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937726475561652197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fUjbfT3sq4/SZt2LLhXL0I/AAAAAAAAABI/4FQFL2nv6Zg/S220/max.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714659246604699753.post-677565536399833963</id><published>2011-07-08T13:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T14:44:54.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Adventures of Spook City part 3</title><content type='html'>"TAKE THAT, MISERABLE SQUIRREL!!!" screamed the larger werewolf jen, and he lunged at full speed toward Baby Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;"I don't think so!" said Spike Slug, and he whipped a sledge hammer out of his shell, and hit the evil jen over the head. BONK!&lt;br /&gt;"You'll pay for that, slug!" vowed the smaller werewolf jen, and he tossed his comic book away, and bounded toward Little Jen. "But first, I'm going to kill this jen!"&lt;br /&gt;"You'll have to catch me first!" mocked Little Jen, and he began to run all around the store, at the speed of sound!&lt;br /&gt;"What are you doing?!" demanded the small werewolf jen, who was having a hard time keeping a eye on him. "Stop moving so fast!"&lt;br /&gt;"HI YA!!!!" screamed Little Jen, taking the werewolf jen completely by surprise, charging in and knocking the jen right out the window!&lt;br /&gt;"CURSE YOU SANE JENS!!!!" cried the jen, as he bounced out of town, and right into the sea. "WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE SUCH GOOD FIGHTERS?!"&lt;br /&gt;"Gasp!" gasped the larger werewolf jen. "Okay, now you flea fur things are gona get it!" he screamed, and he chomped Little Jen, right on the cape!&lt;br /&gt;"Whoa!" exclaimed Little Jen, and he dashed behind the counter. "That was close!"&lt;br /&gt;"BLA HA HA HA HA HA!!!!" laughed the werewolf jen, in a almost all mad state by this point. "What's the matter, miserable jen? Come back here, so I can chomp ya!"&lt;br /&gt;"TAKE THIS!!!" screamed Spike Slug, and he brought down his sledge hammer, aiming for the crazed jen's head. But then the jen simply looked up, and ate the hammer!&lt;br /&gt;"HA HA HE HE HAAAAAAAAA!!!!!" laughed the werewolf jen, with his mouth full of hammer. "You're the first one on my victim list, slug!" and he started to chase Spike Slug and Baby Squirrel around the store. But suddenly Little Jen stood up from his hiding place behind the counter! "Hold it, you mad villain!" screamed Little Jen, in too brave a voice for this situation.&lt;br /&gt;"Whaaaaaattttt, miserable jen?!" drooled the werewolf jen, who by now was completely crazed. "Do you want me you chomp you?!"&lt;br /&gt;"No," said Little Jen. "But I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; want you to say "hi" to my new friend!" and with that, he reached back to where he had been hiding, and picked up... something tiny.&lt;br /&gt;"Hi!" said the tiny little spider. "I"m Web Spinner, and I'm going to kick your bad guy bum!"&lt;br /&gt;"WHY YOU LITTLE... I'LL RUN RIGHT OVER YOU!!!" screamed the werewolf jen, and he lunged toward the counter, jaws open, and drooling saliva.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh please," said Web Spinner, and he spun a web bridge right over the mad jen, and then hit the jen in the eye with a tread of web!&lt;br /&gt;"OOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!" howled the werewolf jen in pain. "YOU'LL PAY FOR THAT, BUG!"&lt;br /&gt;"Actually, I'm not a bug, I'm a arachnid," corrected Web Spinner, who was now swinging from a long strand of web attached to the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;"Whatever!" screamed the jen, who was dashing toward the spider as fast as he could go. "I'm still going to eat you!"&lt;br /&gt;"NOW!!!" screamed Little Jen, and he, Spike Slug, and Baby Squirrel all attacked at once. Baby Squirrel fired his Rainbow Blast, Spike Slug tossed a claw hammer, and Little Jen used his cape to spin off three small tornadoes. All three heroes were aiming for the werewolf jen.&lt;br /&gt;"Now I've got you, you miserable bug," chuckled the werewolf jen, who was about to leap at Web Spinner.&lt;br /&gt;"No," giggled the spider. "Now I've got you!"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; And only then did the jen realize what was going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;"OH NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" cried the werewolf jen, as all three attacks hit him at once. CRAAAAAAAAAAASH!!!!" soon the jen was slumped on the floor, knocked out &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;way&lt;/span&gt; cold.&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks, friend," said Baby Squirrel, who was now shaking one of Web Spinner's legs. "But why did you help us, anyway?&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, my best friend told me about you." said Web Spinner truthfully.&lt;br /&gt;"Who's you best friend?" asked Baby Squirrel, although he had a idea who it might be.&lt;br /&gt;"He's a taxi spider, and he also is top deliverer of the Sleep Sweets. Not a single bad sweet has made it into anyone's mouth when he's on the job. When you have the best dreams you've ever had, he's the spider that gave you the sweets that night. He gave me a very vivid description of you. He comes here on a board every weekend. Have you met him?"&lt;br /&gt;"Why, yes I have!" said Baby Squirrel. "He's helped me get out of a dream!"&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT?!" gasped Spike Slug. "He helped you get out of a dream?! When?"&lt;br /&gt;"Two years ago," said Baby Squirrel. "I was in a dream in which I was as small as a bug, and that spider helped me get back to bed."&lt;br /&gt;"Soooooo..." said Spike Slug. "You're saying that that squirrel bug I tried to catch was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;"Well..." thought Baby Squirrel. "It wasn't really me. It was more the dream me then actually me, but in a way... yes." at that, Spike Slug's face turned bright red with embarrassment.&lt;br /&gt;"I live in this abandoned store because, since it is abandoned, I can make all the webs I want," said Web Spinner. "I am a master web spinner, you know. So, if you ever need me to make a web over some stup's castle, you know where to come."&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks for the offer, and many thanks for all your help," said Baby Squirrel, who giggled to himself at the thought of Copy's Castle covered in a giant web, with Wep Spinner at the very top. "Perhaps one day we'll take you to see Nutville." and with that, Baby Squirrel and his friends walked out the door, stepping on the unconscious werewolf jen on their way out.&lt;br /&gt;To be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The weekly blog of Maxwell DiMarco (www.maxwelldimarco.com), seven year old author and artist, of the graphic novel "Baby Squirrel is in Town" and other books and CDs.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714659246604699753-677565536399833963?l=maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/feeds/677565536399833963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714659246604699753&amp;postID=677565536399833963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/677565536399833963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/677565536399833963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/2011/07/adventures-of-spook-city-part-3.html' title='The Adventures of Spook City part 3'/><author><name>Maxwell Kier DiMarco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937726475561652197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fUjbfT3sq4/SZt2LLhXL0I/AAAAAAAAABI/4FQFL2nv6Zg/S220/max.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714659246604699753.post-2457196760494571105</id><published>2011-07-01T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T16:33:32.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Adventures of Spook City part 2</title><content type='html'>"Well, that guy was just creepy," shivered Little Jen. "But at least Moogoo Jen is safe."&lt;br /&gt;"And why should we trust that guy?!" demanded Spike Slug.&lt;br /&gt;"Uuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhh..." considered Little Jen. "...I don't know."&lt;br /&gt;"Then let's start looking for him!" said Baby Squirrel heroically, and he marched toward the village, followed by Spike Slug, and a little ways behind, Little Jen.&lt;br /&gt;The village looked like the ruins of a medieval civilization, with some houses, some small market stalls, and one general store. Baby Squirrel saw two pairs of eyes in the window of the store, but when they saw that Baby Squirrel could see them, they quickly hide in the back of the store. The only other strange thing other then the eyes and the mysterious Mayor Squirrel, who did not seem to have anything to be mayor of, was the disturbing fortress on the other side of the village. Baby Squirrel could not think what bird would have such a big nest as the one on the fortress. Fortunately, the bird that lived in that nest was nowhere to be seen... for the moment.&lt;br /&gt;"I checked all the houses," reported Spike Slug. "Moogoo isn't in any of them." &lt;br /&gt;"Let's check out the general store next," suggested Baby Squirrel. "I saw too pairs of eyes in the window."&lt;br /&gt;"Great," moaned Little Jen. "More creepy people live here besides that mad squirrel." and then they stepped inside the store.&lt;br /&gt;It was dark and cold in the general store. The shelves were covered in a fine layer of dust. A small dust web was stretched between the cast register and the counter, though the spider that had spun it was nowhere to be seen. The doorway they had just stepped through had no door; the hinges made a creaking sound in the wind. And to top it all off, it was beginning to get dark. &lt;br /&gt;"ARRRRRGGGG!!!!" screamed Spike Slug. "Why, when we go anywhere spooky, it's always night?!"&lt;br /&gt;"I'll turn on the light," said Baby Squirrel, and he flicked on a light switch, which was the only thing that was close to modern, other then the cash register, in the whole store.&lt;br /&gt;CLICK! BUZZZZZ!!! Sparks flew all over the room.&lt;br /&gt;"Yikes!" said Baby Squirrel, as a spark narrowly avoided his tail. "Forget the light!" and he clicked off the light switch. The sparks stopped. Then Baby Squirrel and his friends saw what had caused the sparks. The light bulb on the ceiling was broken.&lt;br /&gt;"A thousand apoooooologizes, good guests," said two voices from behind the dust web covered counter. Then, out from behind the counter, hopped two ferocious looking jens. &lt;br /&gt;The larger jen was slightly smaller then Little Jen, and had a tattered brown cape tied around his middle. The smaller jen was slightly smaller then Moogoo Jen, but had no accessorizes.  Both jens were a brownish pink color, both jens had nostrils, and both jens had almost crazed yellow eyes, and huge, pointy teeth. The smaller jen also carried, and read, a comic book that he and the other jen had obviously made themselves. It was called; "The Adventure That has a Lot of Hate, Sad Moments, and Bad Recipes in it".&lt;br /&gt;"That must be the worst comic book ever," thought Little Jen to himself.&lt;br /&gt;"We never got around to fiiiiiiixing that light bulb," apologized the larger jen, in a raspy, and slightly sly voice. "I hope you have it in your good hearts to forgiiiiiive us."&lt;br /&gt;"Yeeeeeessssss..." said the smaller jen, in a equally raspy, but slightly slier voice, never looking up from his comic book. "I'm sure we're both equally sorry, deeeeeearrrrr guests. You see, we both worked soooooooooooo hard to prepare our village for your arrival. I hope you can give us another chaaaaaaaannnnce."&lt;br /&gt;"Um,  it doesn't look like you worked very hard," said Baby Squirrel, looking around.&lt;br /&gt;"SHUT YOUR TRAP, MISERABLE SQUIRREL!!!!!" demanded the larger jen in a much more menacing voice, chomping his teeth, and scaring Little Jen so much he blasted through the roof of the store. "Noooooooooowwww then," he continued, in his normal tone of voice again. "We never tooooooolllllld you our naaaaaaaaaammmmmes. We are the Werewolf Jens. We always look like thiiiiiiiissssss, despite true werewolves turning back into human form when the moon isn't fuuuuuuuuullllllllll.&lt;br /&gt;"By the waaaaaaay..." said the smaller werewolf jen. "If you waaaaannnnnt, we can make you a coooooooopy of our comic."&lt;br /&gt;"Uh, no thanks," said Spike Slug kindly.&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT?!" screamed the same werewolf jen. "DO YOU THINK OUR COMIC ISN'T GOOD?! IS &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THAT &lt;/span&gt;WHY YOU DON'T WANT ONE?!"&lt;br /&gt;"No!" explained Little Jen, who had finally landed after his huge jump. "What Spike Slug means is that we're sure your comic book is great, but we don't really want one!"&lt;br /&gt;"LIES!!!!" screamed the bigger werewolf jen, in the same crazed voice that the smaller werewolf jen was speaking in. "WE KNOW THAT YOU DON'T WANT ONE; BECAUSE YOU THINK IT'S A BAD COMIC! WELL, WE'LL SHOW YOU, LIRES!!!" and then the werewolf jens, in a mad rage, charged Baby Squirrel and his team!&lt;br /&gt;"On guard!" said Baby Squirrel, and the battle began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The weekly blog of Maxwell DiMarco (www.maxwelldimarco.com), seven year old author and artist, of the graphic novel "Baby Squirrel is in Town" and other books and CDs.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714659246604699753-2457196760494571105?l=maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/feeds/2457196760494571105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714659246604699753&amp;postID=2457196760494571105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/2457196760494571105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/2457196760494571105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/2011/07/adventures-of-spook-city-part-2.html' title='The Adventures of Spook City part 2'/><author><name>Maxwell Kier DiMarco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937726475561652197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fUjbfT3sq4/SZt2LLhXL0I/AAAAAAAAABI/4FQFL2nv6Zg/S220/max.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714659246604699753.post-3479028979344973419</id><published>2011-06-25T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T02:22:57.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Adventures of Spook City</title><content type='html'>You might have heard of the Ancient Islands. They are an archipelago that Tiny Jen and the tikis live in. Only one island has known life on it. That is the island where Tiny Jen and King Tiki are live. All the other islands have no life on them. ...All of them, except one. No one knows who lives there, but it is a dark and evil place. None dare go there... until now.&lt;br /&gt;"Keep the boat steady, friends!" screamed Baby Squirrel over the roar of the waves. Baby Squirrel and his friends had rented a small boat from Big Tik's boat rental store to go see the tiki ruins on a nearby island near Grand Bap Island, which was where Tiny Jen and King Tiki lived. But a sudden storm had blown them way off course, and they were now struggling to keep the boat from tipping into the waves.&lt;br /&gt;"We're doing the best we can, Baby Squirrel!" called back Little Jen, whose cape was soaked with rain water. "I don't think we'll be able to hold out much-- wait. I-I see... an island!"&lt;br /&gt;"That's our only chance!" said Spike Slug, who was also trying to keep the boat balanced. "Let's try to aim for it's shores!" so they steered their tiny craft toward the island.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, though, out of nowhere, a huge pillar of rock loomed over them!&lt;br /&gt;"OH NOOOO!!!!" cried Moogoo Jen, and he covered his eyes. "WE'RE DOOOOOOOMMMMMED!!!!!" then all went black. &lt;br /&gt;When Baby Squirrel and his team came to, their boat was nothing but a wreck... on the shore of the island. They had not been been able to see through the sea foam and rain, but the island they had been trying to get to was surrounded by towering pillars of rock. Baby Squirrel turned his head to look up the beach. There was a old ruins behind him. It looked like it had been a town. Beyond the town, there was a broken down fortress with a huge bird's nest at the top. Baby Squirrel wondered what kind of bird could make such a huge nest. Then, out of the corner of his eye, Baby Squirrel thought he saw a light in a window of the fortress, but when he looked at it directly, there was only darkness. "Great," Baby Squirrel thought to himself. "We're stranded on a haunted island."  But, nevertheless, they were alive.&lt;br /&gt;"Everyone okay?" asked Baby Squirrel, out loud now, getting off of the sand and brushing himself off.&lt;br /&gt;"Think so," said Spike Slug, who was poring sand out of his shell.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm here," said Little Jen. "But wait... where's Moogoo Jen?"&lt;br /&gt;"Don't fret. Your companion is safe," said a voice from out of nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;"Wh-wh-who's there?!" demanded Little Jen, turning toward where he had heard the voice speak. "Sh-show yourself!"&lt;br /&gt;"I am not your enemy," said the voice, now behind Baby Squirrel. "And I told you, your friend is quite safe."&lt;br /&gt;"What are you?! Where's Moogoo Jen?! And why won't you show yourself?!" hollered Spike Slug. "If we can't see you, then why should we trust you?"&lt;br /&gt;"Sigh... very well. If I must show myself, I will," said the voice, now back where Baby Squirrel and his team had first heard it. And then, a figure began to appear out of the air. He was a squirrel, but with a red tie and a top hat on. He also had a gold pocket watch. "My name is Mayor Squirrel, and I welcome you to Spook City! Stay as long as you wish. Me and my fellow villagers will try to make your stay as... pleasant... as possible. Heh heh heh heh heh heh..." and with that, he vanished into thin air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The weekly blog of Maxwell DiMarco (www.maxwelldimarco.com), seven year old author and artist, of the graphic novel "Baby Squirrel is in Town" and other books and CDs.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714659246604699753-3479028979344973419?l=maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/feeds/3479028979344973419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714659246604699753&amp;postID=3479028979344973419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/3479028979344973419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/3479028979344973419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/2011/06/adventures-of-spook-city.html' title='The Adventures of Spook City'/><author><name>Maxwell Kier DiMarco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937726475561652197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fUjbfT3sq4/SZt2LLhXL0I/AAAAAAAAABI/4FQFL2nv6Zg/S220/max.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714659246604699753.post-3481994144793224544</id><published>2011-01-28T16:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T13:30:53.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Run Away Squirrel</title><content type='html'>One sunny day, Baby Squirrel and Spike Slug were watching "Super Squirrel and the Attack of the Stupid Jens".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh no!" cried a dumb slug in the TV show. "It's the stupid jens! Can someone do something about these "stupid jens"?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will stop the stupid jens!" said Super Squirrel, who had just flown in on (yes, I said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;on&lt;/span&gt;) a battle ship. Then, Super Squirrel leaped from the battle ship, and inhaled the lead stupid jen. Then, he swallowed it, and got the stupid jen ability!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uh, no," said Baby Squirrel, and he changed the channel. "That idea is copy written."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, the channel they were watching was doing a show all about cupcakes (by the way, the channel they were watching was a food channel).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aaaaannnnnd now, for the top five cupcakes!" said the show host: a stupid squirrel. "Number five: it will freeze you to the core, yes, it's the cupcake that is made entirely out of ice, and has freezing cold slushy pored on top of it! Number four: it's the bug cupcake! It has gummy worms in it, gushers shaped like bugs placed on top of it, and, best of all, it also has bug spray in the batter! Number three: it's the best yet, it's the cupcake cupcake! The only cupcake that has a cupcake inside it! Number two: the squirrel cupcake! The top of it is made to look like Baby Squirrel's face, and it even has real squirrel hair in the frosting! And last, but not least, number one: the stupid cupcake! It's stupid because it has splinters, and the hottest chilly peppers in the world inside it, pencil erasers shavings in the batter, and in the frosting is the one thing in the world you would never even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;think &lt;/span&gt;about eating!" and then, the stupid squirrel got pulled out of sight by a cane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, that was the dumbest thing I ever watched," said Baby Squirrel, and he turned off the TV. "Okay, Spike Slug, I'm going to go feed my winged squirrel." and with that, he got up, and went upstairs to his room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, when he got there, he saw a shocking sight! The bug cage where he had been keeping his winged squirrel... WAS EMPTY!!!!!!! (It also had a small sign on it that read: ha ha ha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SPIKE SLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUG!!!!!!!!" screamed Baby Squirrel, and he dashed downstairs as fast as he could go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?" asked Spike Slug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The winged squirrel got away!" cried Baby Squirrel, who was out of breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT?!" exclaimed Spike Slug. "That cage was as secure as a bank vault!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We have to get it back!" said Baby Squirrel. "I'm not letting it get away!" and he and Spike Slug dashed outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, when they got out of their yard, they saw the tiny winged squirrel right off: it was peddling away on a bicycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"STOP IT!" commanded Baby Squirrel, and he lunged for the squirrel, but then, the tiny pest peddled with all it's might (which wasn't so bad, for a tiny squirrel with wings), and zoomed away down the road. "Rats," groaned Baby Squirrel, as the winged squirrel made a face at him, at it zoomed out of sight. "Now where has it gone?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then, Tiny Jen and her vampire friends came up behind them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I heard your new pet got away, Baby Squirrel," said Tiny Jen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You heard right," sighed Baby Squirrel. "How could I have let it get away so easily?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well..." said Vampire Number Five. "Me, my fellow vampires, and Tiny Jen have a solution to your predicament."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yep!" said Tiny Jen, and she took out from under her bow, a radar. "We prepared it for just this occasion. This radar will track that little winged fur ball to the end of the planet. Literally."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All right!" laughed Baby Squirrel, and he looked at the radar. "Ah ha! That little squirrel is at Copy's castle!" and he and Spike Slug took off down the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, in Copy's castle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sir!" screamed Tiki Face. "Baby Squirrel and Spike Slug are approaching!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT?!" fumed Copy. "I will not stand for this! It's time to end my never-ending battle with Baby Squirrel and his friends! TIKI FACE!!! Deploy the Castle Destroyer!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, your ultimate god of powerness!" said Tiki Face, and he ran out of the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back outside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uh...Baby Squirrel?" gulped Spike Slug, who had stopped running when he saw Copy's castle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes?" asked Baby Squirrel, who had not stopped running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ummmm, let's just say that Copy's castle is coming closer by the second," shivered Spike Slug, and he pointed with his shell to Copy's castle, and, when Baby Squirrel saw it, he stopped in his tracks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The castle was rising from the ground. Underneath it were the biggest tank treads Baby Squirrel had ever seen, and huge mechanical arms were coming out of the castle's sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, my, squirrels," gasped Baby Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, a loud speaker came out of the front of the castle. "HA HA HA!!!!!!!!" laughed Copy's voice, that was deafening, thanks to the loud speaker. "GIVE UP, BABY SQUIRREL! MY CASTLE WILL CRUSH YOU AND SPIKE SLUG LIKE FLEAS! IT'S TIME TO END THIS, RIGHT NOW!!!!!!!!!!" and then, the castle charged toward Spike Slug and Baby Squirrel at fifty miles per hour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh please," mocked Baby Squirrel. "It's not as bad as I thought. At least, nothing a little Rainbow Blast can't handle." and then, he charged up a Rainbow Blast, and fired it at Copy's Castle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KABOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then, the castle shot sky-high, and Copy and Tiki Face shot out of the highest tower's window, and flew off in different directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now then," said Baby Squirrel, as Copy's castle went "SPLASH!" in the ocean. "Where's that pesky squirrel?" and he dug through the debris that came off the castle when the rainbow blast hit it, and pulled out a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very &lt;/span&gt;dirty winged squirrel. "Gotcha!" said Baby Squirrel victoriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"PUT ME DOWN, YOU FOOL!!!" screamed the squirrel. "I AM A WINGED SQUIRREL, AND I HAVE MORE RAGE IN ME THEN YOU COULD EVER IMAGINE!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, right," chuckled Spike Slug, and he took out of his shell, the squirrel's bug cage, and he took the furious squirrel from Baby Squirrel, and placed it gently in the cage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"MARK MY WORDS, FOOLS! ONE DAY, THIS WORLD WILL HONOR ME AS SUPREME RULER, FOR ALL ETERNITY!!!!!!!" screamed the squirrel at the top of it's lungs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"True, but for now, us people who are larger then you call you a tiny squirrel bug, and that won't change for a few centuries," said Baby Squirrel, and then he and Spike Slug took their squirrel bug (which was what is was, a squirrel bug) home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The weekly blog of Maxwell DiMarco (www.maxwelldimarco.com), seven year old author and artist, of the graphic novel "Baby Squirrel is in Town" and other books and CDs.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714659246604699753-3481994144793224544?l=maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/feeds/3481994144793224544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714659246604699753&amp;postID=3481994144793224544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/3481994144793224544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/3481994144793224544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/2011/01/run-away-squirrel.html' title='The Run Away Squirrel'/><author><name>Maxwell Kier DiMarco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937726475561652197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fUjbfT3sq4/SZt2LLhXL0I/AAAAAAAAABI/4FQFL2nv6Zg/S220/max.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714659246604699753.post-7413032957023616111</id><published>2011-01-27T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T18:26:02.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Baby Squirrel Kingdoms</title><content type='html'>One day, New Baby Squirrel was attacking Nuttville!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ha ha ha!" laughed New Baby Squirrel, as Baby Squirrel and his team blew up! "You will never defeat me now!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the next five centuries, New Baby Squirrel ruled from Copy's castle, and Nuttville was under his control. New Baby Squirrel's minions forced Nuttville's citizens to make a giant New Baby Squirrel statue in the center of town. And then, out of New Baby Squirrel's castle came a giant army! The citizens of Nuttville panicked! And then, suddenly--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OKAY! That's enough of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;!" fumed Baby Squirrel, and he kicked New Baby Squirrel right in his back. (Note: you really shouldn't kick anybody in the back, unless it's a thief, and you do it as a means of self-defense.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, New Baby Squirrel was attacking Wonderland!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ha ha ha!" laughed New Baby Squirrel, as the White Slug, the Mad Squirrel, and the Door Jen blew up! "You will never defeat me now!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the next five centuries, New Baby Squirrel ruled from the Queen of the Three of Heart's castle, and Wonderland was under his control. From that day forward New Baby Squirrel went to the Mad Squirrel's tea table, and had tea with the king, whom he had spared any misery because he looked like him. And then, out of New Baby Squirrel's castle came a giant tea cup shaped tank! The citizens of Wonderland panicked! And then, suddenly--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shut your trap, New Baby Squirrel!" screamed the Door Talks only Fiercer, and he slammed into New Baby Squirrel, sending him flying out of Wonderland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, New Baby Squirrel was attacking the Ancient Islands!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ha ha ha!" laughed New Baby Squirrel, as Tiny Jen and King Tiki blew up! "You will never defeat me now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the next five centuries, New Baby Squirrel ruled from King Tiki's tiki temple, and the Ancient Islands were under his control. New Baby Squirrel was cruel and merciless, and he set the monsters of Spook City on the tikis. And then, out of New Baby Squirrel's temple came a giant New Baby Squirrel shaped tiki robot! The citizens of the Ancient Islands panicked! And  then, suddenly--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"TIKIS!!! DESTROY THAT SQUIRREL!!!!!" screamed Tiny Jen and King Tiki, and then New Baby Squirrel was knocked into the sea by ten thousand charging tikis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, New Baby Squirrel was attacking Mirror City!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ha ha ha!" laughed New Baby Squirrel, as Baby Squirrel 2 blew up! "You will never defeat me now!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the next five centuries, New Baby Squirrel ruled from Baby Squirrel 2's apartment building, and Mirror City was under his control. New Baby  Squirrel lived in luxury, while all the other citizens of Mirror City lived in misery. And then, out of New Baby Squirrel's apartment building came  New Baby Squirrel, in a limousine with a cannon on top of it! The citizens of Mirror City panicked!  And  then, suddenly--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've had it with you, you stupid squirrel!" fumed Baby Squirrel 2, and she jumped on New Baby Squirrel until he was as flat as a squirrel could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, back in Baby Squirrel's house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh squirrels!" fumed New Baby Squirrel, who was wrapped in bandages from head to toe. "If I can't conquer Nuttville, if I can't conquer Wonderland, if I can't conquer the Ancient Islands, and if I can't conquer Mirror City, what &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can &lt;/span&gt;I do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You can go to your room," said Daddy Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, for the next five centuries, New Baby Squirrel was locked in his room... without any kingdoms at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The weekly blog of Maxwell DiMarco (www.maxwelldimarco.com), seven year old author and artist, of the graphic novel "Baby Squirrel is in Town" and other books and CDs.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714659246604699753-7413032957023616111?l=maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/feeds/7413032957023616111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714659246604699753&amp;postID=7413032957023616111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/7413032957023616111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/7413032957023616111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-baby-squirrel-kingdoms.html' title='The New Baby Squirrel Kingdoms'/><author><name>Maxwell Kier DiMarco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937726475561652197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fUjbfT3sq4/SZt2LLhXL0I/AAAAAAAAABI/4FQFL2nv6Zg/S220/max.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714659246604699753.post-6604942835001787083</id><published>2011-01-16T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T20:36:52.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Eggman Blog</title><content type='html'>"Hello," said Eggman. "This blog is all about me. Just thought I'd show off a little about that. But, anyway, enjoy the blog."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, Eggman and Eggman Robot were relaxing in their base's built in resort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aaaahhhh..." sighed Eggman, as he sipped a strawberry smoothie. "What a nice way to beat the heat!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's for sure!" laughed Eggman Robot, who was getting a tan, even though robots can't usually get a tan at all. "You did a great job on this resort, Eggman!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why, thank you!" said Eggman, as two pink bunny-eared Disco Bots ran down to the beach with surfboards. "Anything for my robots! I want to keep them happy!" Eggman's base was shaped like a giant Eggman head, that was completely made out of the hardest metal, excepting the goggles, which was the resort that Eggman and Eggman Robot were relaxing in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Trust me, we appreciate it! At least I know &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;do!" said Eggman Robot, as a robot brought Eggman Robot a raspberry smoothie, and then ran down to the beach to make a sand castle. "This is the best base a villain could hope for!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now, then," said Eggman, getting out of his beach chair. "Now on to the active part of our week: conquering Baby Squirrel World!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, boy!" laughed Eggman Robot, jumping out of his beach chair. "I love this part of the week!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, on Baby Squirrel World...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's time for dinner!" called out Mommy Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, boy! Dinner, at last!" laughed Spike Slug, who had been watching Baby Squirrel play "Super Squirrel Versus Dark Squirrel".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's dinner time!" exclaimed Tiny Jen, who had been playing "Hide and Seek" with her abominable snowmen friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINEEEEEEEEEEEEEER!!!" screamed Baby Squirrel, and he, Tiny Jen, Spike Slug, and abominable snowmen one through twenty all ran into the kitchen, and took their places at the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Today I am serving you Super Spicy Bacon," said Mommy Squirrel, and she handed them all two ordinary looking pieces of bacon each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy!" cried Baby Squirrel. "I can't wait!" and he ate both his bacon pieces in one bite. Suddenly, he and Spike Slug turned red, Tiny Jen's nostrils began smoking, and the abominable snowmen's hats blasted off into the sky! "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWW WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW!!!!!!!!!!!" screamed Baby Squirrel, and he blasted off into the sky, and, ten years later, came back down. By then, though, Nuttville had been replaced by the Eggman Kingdom, and Eggman, Eggman Robot, and all their troops lived in Copy's castle which had been remodeled to look like Eggman. Then, Baby Squirrel jumped into a swimming pool and blew up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The weekly blog of Maxwell DiMarco (www.maxwelldimarco.com), seven year old author and artist, of the graphic novel "Baby Squirrel is in Town" and other books and CDs.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714659246604699753-6604942835001787083?l=maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/feeds/6604942835001787083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714659246604699753&amp;postID=6604942835001787083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/6604942835001787083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/6604942835001787083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/2011/01/eggman-blog.html' title='The Eggman Blog'/><author><name>Maxwell Kier DiMarco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937726475561652197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fUjbfT3sq4/SZt2LLhXL0I/AAAAAAAAABI/4FQFL2nv6Zg/S220/max.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714659246604699753.post-3663911989237336709</id><published>2011-01-13T16:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T14:05:35.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Giant Snowman</title><content type='html'>One cold winter day, Baby Squirrel and his friends decided to build the world's biggest snowman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, Baby Squirrel," gasped Tiny Jen, who had been making a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;huge&lt;/span&gt; snowball for the past thirty minutes. "I've made probably the world's biggest snowball, now what do I do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Roll it over there," said Baby Squirrel, and then, Tiny Jen fainted with exhaustion. "Uh, okay, I guess I should have been the one to make the first snowball." and then he rolled the massive snowball into the center of his yard. "Okay, next snowball!" and then, the next snowball fell from the sky onto Baby Squirrel's head. "OW," said Baby Squirrel, as he crawled out from under the snowball. "I guess now I have to move this thing." and then, he picked up the snowball, and then climbed to the top to the other snowball, and put the snowball he was carrying on top of it. "Okay, last snowball, Spike Slug!" and last of all, Spike Slug then fly overhead in a helicopter, and dropped the smallest of the snowballs on top of the other snowballs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Perfect!" laughed Baby Squirrel. "Now we need to decorate it." and he ran into his house, and got a gigantic carrot from the fridge, ran back outside, dashed right up the snowman, and put the carrot in the middle of the snowman's face. "Now then, all we need is coal for the eyes. Fortunately, I have giant pieces of coal right at the bottom of the snowman!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, when he got to the bottom of the snowman, he saw a horrible sight! The coal was gone! And Moogoo Jen, who had been guarding the coal, in case New Baby Squirrel came by (New Baby Squirrel likes to munch on coal), was tied up, and face down in the snow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"GASP!!!!!" gasped Baby Squirrel, and he quickly ran down to help! "What happened, Moogoo Jen?" he asked, when he got to the bottom of the snowman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Baby Squirrel! Copy stole the coal!" gasped Moogoo Jen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Copy, huh? I'll teach him!" screamed Baby Squirrel, and he ran to Copy's castle, punched Copy into the sky, grabbed the coal, ran back to his house, and put the coal on the snowman. "There we go!" sighed Baby Squirrel, wiping his sweaty forehead, and standing back to admire his work. "At last, the snowman is done!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, suddenly, the snowman came to life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I AM THE GIANT SNOWMAN!!!" laughed the snowman. "AND I WILL CONQUER JEN WORLD!!!!!!" and then, the snowman blasted off into the sky, where it then disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...Well," sighed Baby Squirrel. "At least I made the world's biggest snowman."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end (Also, the snowman got to Jen World, where it is now living happily, and running an all-you-can-eat snowcone stand.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end for real&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The weekly blog of Maxwell DiMarco (www.maxwelldimarco.com), seven year old author and artist, of the graphic novel "Baby Squirrel is in Town" and other books and CDs.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714659246604699753-3663911989237336709?l=maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/feeds/3663911989237336709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714659246604699753&amp;postID=3663911989237336709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/3663911989237336709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/3663911989237336709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/2011/01/giant-snowman.html' title='The Giant Snowman'/><author><name>Maxwell Kier DiMarco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937726475561652197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fUjbfT3sq4/SZt2LLhXL0I/AAAAAAAAABI/4FQFL2nv6Zg/S220/max.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714659246604699753.post-118786388619198917</id><published>2011-01-12T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T14:00:46.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Spelunking Squirrel</title><content type='html'>One day, Baby Squirrel decided to go spelunking, witch means to go cave exploring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come on, Spike Slug!" called out Baby Squirrel, who had on a hat with a light attached to it. "Let's go spelunking!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure," said Spike Slug. "I've never gone spelunking before, but, why not?" and he put on a hat that was identical to the one Baby Squirrel was wearing, and he followed Baby Squirrel out of his house, and down the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, they passed a ice cream stand, where Tiny Jen and Moogoo Jen were hanging out, and eating their second ice cream sundae in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come on, guys!" called out Spike Slug. "Let's go spelunking with Baby Squirrel!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmmmmm..." considered Tiny Jen. "We &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;are &lt;/span&gt;almost done with our sundaes, soooo... why not?" and she and Moogoo Jen got on the same kind of hats that Baby Squirrel and Spike Slug were wearing, and followed them out of town, but not before Tiny Jen and Moogoo Jen had taken out their allowances, and payed the squirrel at the ice cream stand for their sundaes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, they found a cave. It was deep, dark, and spooky. It also had lights lining the walls, so maybe "spooky" wouldn't be a good word to describe it, after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here it is," announced Baby Squirrel. "This is the cave we will go spelunking in."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It doesn't seem like a very scary cave," sighed Tiny Jen. "Rats. I was hoping I could become friends with some bats, or a big, fat bat, or something like that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," said Moogoo Jen. "At least we won't trip, or stub our toes on rocks. But I wonder who put up those lights?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe we'll find out when we reach the end of the cave," mused Baby Squirrel. "Follow me!" and he marched right into the cave, followed by his friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, they had gone some ways into the cave, and Moogoo Jen was getting nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Brrrrr..." shivered Moogoo Jen. "I'm scared, Baby Squirrel!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't be scared, Moogoo Jen," soothed Baby Squirrel. "It's just a silly cave!" (by the way, you might want to know why sometimes Baby Squirrel is heroic and kind, and sometimes he's stupid and rude. The answer is: sometimes he just has stupid rushes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry," said Moogoo Jen. "I just felt scared!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You don't have to say sorry, Moogoo Jen," said Baby Squirrel, as he and his team continued to walk through the cave. "It's fine to be scared if you're in a cave, and there's lights on the wall even though we're the first people to come here in quite a while."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whew! Thank you, Baby Squirrel," said Moogoo Jen, and they continued their spelunking adventure, and no one was scared anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after that, they reached a chamber with no chambers leading out, except the way they'd came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Helloooooooooooooooooooo!!!" called Tiny Jen. "Anybody home?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, a huge&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and commanding voice filled the room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ba ha ha ha!" laughed the voice. "You have come a long way, heroes! You have found my lair, and have completed the trials of the cave!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uuuuhhh... what "trials"?" asked Moogoo Jen, not scared in the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shut your trap!" commanded the voice. "Anyway, you completed all of my trials--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT TRIALS?!" screamed Tiny Jen. "The hallway was lit with lamps, and it was not hard in the least to get here, you fool! The floor was even smooth, so we couldn't even have stubbed our toes!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shut your mouth and let me continue!" boomed the voice, which temporarily deafened everyone in the room. "Now, if I can continue... you have completed all my trials, and now you will face me in combat!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bring it on, you loud voice that is very huge and commanding!" screamed Spike Slug, taking a sword out of his shell.  "Show yourself, so we may fight face to face!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Very well, then!" said the huge and commanding voice. "Now, you will face me, the great--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, a tiny winged squirrel dropped down from a ledge in the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"--tiny winged squirrel," said the squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aaaawww!!!" said Baby Squirrel. "It's so cuuuuute!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I AM NOT CUTE!!!!!!!!" screamed the squirrel in a very loud voice. "I AM A WINGED SQUIRREL, FILLED WITH FURY AND RAGE!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But you're also a winged squirrel that's very small and adorable," said Baby Squirrel, and he picked up the squirrel, and gave it a pat on the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"PUT ME DOWN!!!!!" screamed the squirrel, kicking out at Baby Squirrel and biting Baby Squirrel's hand, in a attempt to free himself from Baby Squirrel's grasp. "I WILL NOT STAND FOR THIS! YOU PUT ME DOWN RIGHT NOW, SO I CAN BRING MY FURY AND EVER LASTING RAGE UPON YOU!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uh, no thank you," said Baby Squirrel, and then, Spike Slug put away his sword, and took out of his shell a bug cage, witch Baby Squirrel then placed the tiny winged squirrel inside of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"YOU LET ME OUT RIGHT NOW, YOU CRAZY BEASTS!!!!" screamed the squirrel, banging at the glass wall of the bug cage. "IF YOU DON'T LET ME OUT, I WILL BRING MY EVER LASTING FURY AND RAGE UPON YOU!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, we won't be doing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;any &lt;/span&gt;time soon," said Baby Squirrel, and he took the cage from Spike Slug, and then he and his friends walked out of the cave, and Tiny Jen placed a yellow flag with Baby Squirrel's face on it in front of the cave entrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I hereby declare this cave in the name of Baby Squirrel!" announced Tiny Jen, and then, she, Baby Squirrel, Spike Slug, and Moogoo Jen, ran home, to tell Daddy Squirrel and Mommy Squirrel all about their spelunking adventure. (And, of course, the furious winged squirrel they had brought back with them.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The weekly blog of Maxwell DiMarco (www.maxwelldimarco.com), seven year old author and artist, of the graphic novel "Baby Squirrel is in Town" and other books and CDs.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714659246604699753-118786388619198917?l=maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/feeds/118786388619198917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714659246604699753&amp;postID=118786388619198917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/118786388619198917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/118786388619198917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/2011/01/spelunking-squirrel.html' title='The Spelunking Squirrel'/><author><name>Maxwell Kier DiMarco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937726475561652197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fUjbfT3sq4/SZt2LLhXL0I/AAAAAAAAABI/4FQFL2nv6Zg/S220/max.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714659246604699753.post-4052098375460763789</id><published>2011-01-09T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T19:27:35.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Squirrel all Stars</title><content type='html'>One day, Baby Squirrel was eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...cake," said Baby Squirrel. Mmmmmmmmmmmmm...        french fries. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...Chocolate cake. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, Daddy Squirrel came in, saw all the food, grabbed Baby Squirrel by the tail, and pulled him out of the super market he had just raided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"BABY SQUIRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEELLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" screamed Mommy Squirrel. "You just ate ten thousand dollars worth of food! Now we're broke!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; my Super Calcium Bars!" wailed Baby Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, Baby Squirrel, I envy you," said Little Jen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Baby Squirrel," sighed Spike Slug. "You weren't eating any Super Calcium Bars."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"BUT I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NEED &lt;/span&gt;MY SUPER CALCIUM BARS!!!!!!!!!!!" screamed Baby Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, Baby Squirrel, I envy you," said Little Jen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then you should have bought some," said Mommy Squirrel, and she and Daddy Squirrel then grabbed Baby Squirrel by the arms, and pulled him home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"BABY SQUIRREL ALL STARS!!!!!!!!!" screamed Baby Squirrel into a microphone. "THE BABY SQUIRREL, BABY SQUIRREL, IN A TUB OF WALNUT SMOOTHIE! HE IS THE BEST! HE WILL OVER-THROW THE SQUIRREL KING! HE WILL ACT STUPID WHEN HE STARTS TO SING! HE WILL CRY WHEN HE FLIES CAUSE' HE WANTS TO DIE! HE WILL EAT AND EAT PICKLED PIG'S FEAT! HE WILL CRACK A EGG WHEN HE STARTS TO BEG! AND NOW MY SONG IS OVER, AND NOW MY NAME IS ROVER!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, Little Jen started to sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"BABY SQUIRREL ALL STARS!!!!!!!!!" screamed Little Jen into another microphone. " THE LITTLE JEN, LITTLE JEN, IN A TUB OF STRAWBERRY SMOOTHIE! HE IS THE BEST! HE WILL OVER-THROW THE JEN KING! HE WILL ACT STUPID WHEN HE STARTS TO SING! HE WILL CRY WHEN HE FLIES CAUSE' HE WANTS TO DIE! HE WILL EAT AND EAT PICKLED PIG'S FEAT! HE WILL CRACK A EGG WHEN HE STARTS TO BEG! AND NOW MY SONG IS OVER, AND NOW MY NAME IS ROVER!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last of all, Spike Slug began to sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"LISTEN UP, BABY SQUIRREL ALL STARS!!!!!!!!" screamed Spike Slug into his microphone. "THE SPIKE SLUG, THE SPIKE SLUG, IS NOT GETTING ANY SLEEP! HE IS TIRED OF ALL THESE STUPID SONGS! HE WILL OVER-THROW YOU! HE WILL ACT ANGRY AS HE CHASES YOU OUT OF TOWN! YOU WILL CRY WHEN YOU FLY BECAUSE I'LL MAKE YOU DIE! THEN ALL YOUR MAIL WILL BE PICKLED COW NAILS! YOU WILL NOT HAVE EGGS TIL' YOU BEGIN TO BEG! AND NOW MY NAME IS ROVER, AND NOW YOUR GAMES ARE OVER!!!!!!!!!" and he punched them both into the sky, and went upstairs to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The weekly blog of Maxwell DiMarco (www.maxwelldimarco.com), seven year old author and artist, of the graphic novel "Baby Squirrel is in Town" and other books and CDs.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714659246604699753-4052098375460763789?l=maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/feeds/4052098375460763789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714659246604699753&amp;postID=4052098375460763789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/4052098375460763789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/4052098375460763789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/2011/01/baby-squirrel-all-stars.html' title='Baby Squirrel all Stars'/><author><name>Maxwell Kier DiMarco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937726475561652197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fUjbfT3sq4/SZt2LLhXL0I/AAAAAAAAABI/4FQFL2nv6Zg/S220/max.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714659246604699753.post-4742695723331709652</id><published>2011-01-08T17:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T13:33:14.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Baby Squirrel Toy</title><content type='html'>One rainy day, Daddy Squirrel was sitting on the couch, sipping some Squirrel Soda, and watching a funny movie called "The Giant Squirrel Eats the Potato Chip".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aaahhhh..." sighed Daddy Squirrel. "On a day like this, the best thing to do is to just relax," he said, taking a sip of his Squirrel Soda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, he heard a evil laugh from up stairs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ha, ha, ha!!!" laughed Baby Squirrel, who had set up a toy maker in his bedroom. "Soon, the ultimate toy will be unleashed upon the world! Ha ha ha ha ha!!!" and then, he turned to look at Tiny Jen and her vampire friends, who were sitting in chairs out of the way of the odd scene taking place. "Okay, guys," Baby Squirrel whispered. "Time for that dramatic gasp."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"GASP!!!" gasped Tiny Jen and vampires one through five, and then they walked out of the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you," said Baby Squirrel, and then he resumed. "Ha, ha, ha!" he laughed. "Now, I will be unstoppable! I have made--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, out of the toy maker came a windup Baby Squirrel toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Baby Squirrel Toy," finished Baby Squirrel and he bowed, as Spike Slug, Moogoo Jen, Tiny Jen, Daddy Squirrel, Mommy Squirrel, and Little Jen clapped and cheered. "Thank you, thank you," said Baby Squirrel, as flowers rained down from the ceiling. "But, anyway, this Baby Squirrel toy is amazing!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uhhhh..." said Spike Slug, looking at the Baby Squirrel toy from four different sides. "Baby Squirrel?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes?" asked Baby Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's so amazing about this toy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm glad you asked!" said Baby Squirrel, as he walked over to the Baby Squirrel toy. "Watch." and then, he wound up the windup key on the toy's back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the toy began to move!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello," said the Baby Squirrel toy. "My name is Baby Squirrel. I am the hero of Nuttville."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow!" said Moogoo Jen. "That &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; amazing!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you," said the Baby Squirrel toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whoa!" gasped Moogoo Jen, who jumped ten feet in the air, before coming back down and saying: "Make that reeeeaaallllly amazing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you again," said the Baby Squirrel toy. "Now, I am hungry. When is it time to eat?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Actually, it's time to eat right now!" said Mommy Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's great!" laughed the Baby Squirrel toy. "Last one down is a silly jen!" and it ran down the stairs, followed by everyone else. (By the way, everyone behind the Baby Squirrel toy got downstairs at the same time, so no one was the silly jen in the end.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, back upstairs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ha, ha, ha!" laughed New Baby Squirrel. "I will now make the ultimate robot to crush Baby Squirrel with, so I can take over the world!" and then he activated the toy maker (he was back in Baby Squirrel's room, by the way), and out of it came a giant New Baby Squirrel robot, witch he then climbed into. And then, he crashed down the stairs, and into the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wh-what in the world is that?!" gasped Spike Slug, as New Baby Squirrel came into the kitchen in his new robot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ha, ha, ha!" laughed New Baby Squirrel. "I am now king, and you will bow to me! It's time for a RPG battle!" and then, the RPG battle began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A New Baby Squirrel Robot has appeared!" said Vampire Number Five, who would be the announcer in this battle. "What will Baby Squirrel do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Baby Squirrel's attacks popped up in front of him. The attacks were: Rainbow Blast, Mega Punch, Tackle, and Bowling Belly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bowling Belly!" said Baby Squirrel, and he then ate a Super Calcium Bar, witch isn't good for you, even though the name has the word "calcium" in it, not like calcium is bad for you, though, got super fat, and rolled over New Baby Squirrel's robot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Twenty damage to the New Baby Squirrel Robot!" cheered Vampire Number Five. "If you like, Baby Squirrel, you may switch characters now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure," said Baby Squirrel. "I'm not in danger of losing at the moment, but I want to give my friends a chance to battle, too. I'll switch with Spike Slug." and then, Baby Squirrel disappeared, and Spike Slug took his place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is New Baby Squirrel's turn to attack," sighed Vampire Number Five. "What attack will he use?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, New Baby Squirrel's new attacks popped up in front of him. The attacks were: Robo Kick, Cyber Bug Army, and Missile Blast. (Just so you know, all those attacks were based off of New Baby Squirrel's real attacks when he fought in a RPG battle were. But, since he's in a Robot at the moment, his attacks changed. If you want to see what his old attacks were called, then see the blog "Wanted: Baby Squirrel $2000 Reward" That's it's real name the whole way through. Except for the quotation marks, of course.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ha, ha, ha!" laughed New Baby Squirrel. "Missile Blast, of course!" and then, the robot he was in shot two missiles out of it's mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yikes!" screamed Spike Slug, and he jumped over the Missiles, just in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Spike Slug dodged the attack!" sighed Vampire Number Five with relief. "Zero damage to Spike Slug! Now it's Spike Slug's turn to attack!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, Spike Slug's attacks popped up. They were called: Shell Smash, Candy Cane Heal (it means it heals Spike Slug, not the bad guy), and Lightning Slug. (Spike Slug only has three moves because Baby Squirrel had to level up to get Bowling Belly, and Spike Slug never leveled up.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmmmmm..." thought Spike Slug. "I think I'll go with Lightning Slug." and then, Spike Slug turned all yellow, even his shell and his eye, and then, a lightning bolt formed under him, and he climbed onto it, and charged at full speed at New Baby Squirrel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"YIIIIIIIKKKEEEESSSS!!!!" screamed New Baby Squirrel, and he tried to run out of his robot, but, since it was a RPG battle, he could not move if he was not attacking. "Wait!" he exclaimed. "I forgot I can dodge!" but he had remembered that too late, and so by the time he had almost pressed the "jump" button on the robot's control panel, Spike Slug was upon him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KABOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!! New Baby Squirrel's robot then blew up, and New Baby Squirrel flew out of the RPG battle, and up into the heavens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One hundred damage to the New Baby Squirrel robot!" cheered Vampire Number Five. "The New Baby Squirrel robot is defeated! Baby Squirrel and his friend are the winners!" and then, the RPG battle ended, and everything was back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...wow," said the Baby Squirrel toy, who had been eating some bacon. "That was quite a battle."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, Spike Slug," said Baby Squirrel. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now&lt;/span&gt; do you think this toy is amazing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spike Slug's answer was instant. "Yes, I do," he said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The weekly blog of Maxwell DiMarco (www.maxwelldimarco.com), seven year old author and artist, of the graphic novel "Baby Squirrel is in Town" and other books and CDs.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714659246604699753-4742695723331709652?l=maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/feeds/4742695723331709652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714659246604699753&amp;postID=4742695723331709652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/4742695723331709652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/4742695723331709652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/2011/01/baby-squirrel-toy.html' title='The Baby Squirrel Toy'/><author><name>Maxwell Kier DiMarco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937726475561652197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fUjbfT3sq4/SZt2LLhXL0I/AAAAAAAAABI/4FQFL2nv6Zg/S220/max.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714659246604699753.post-5306960799723715245</id><published>2011-01-06T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T14:35:10.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tiny Jen Sports</title><content type='html'>One day, Tiny Jen was preparing to go for a hike in Nut Forest with King Tiki, who had come to visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's see..." said Tiny Jen. "Flash light, check. Food..." she glanced at a backpack, that had some Nut Bars, Jen Cookies, and Tiki Soda in it. "...check," she continued. "Tent... check. Okay, I think we have everything!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, boy!" laughed King Tiki. "We're all set!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then, Little Jen stole Tiny Jen's Jen Cookies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ha, ha, ha!" laughed Little Jen. "These are now &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my &lt;/span&gt;Jen Cookies!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey!" screamed Tiny Jen. "Those aren't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your &lt;/span&gt;Jen Cookies! They're everyone's Jen Cookies! Besides, you ate most of them before anybody even had any, so it's not fair that we don't get some!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ha, ha, ha!" mocked Little Jen. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; what's not fair! It's fair that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;get all the cookies, and you all get none!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's it!" fumed King Tiki. "Let's have a contest to see who gets the Jen Cookies! If you win, you'll get the cookies, and we'll get crushed, but if you lose, we get the cookies, and you get crushed!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ha, ha, ha!" laughed Little Jen. "My bodyguards, Giant and Stupid, will win this contest for me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, two &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;huge&lt;/span&gt; jens took up positions on ether side of Little Jen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Those jens don't scare us!" said Tiny Jen. "It's time for--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, Baby Squirrel's house blew up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WELCOME, TO THE NINETY-NINTH TINY JEN SPORTS CONTEST!!!" said a screen with Baby Squirrel's face on it. "I'm your host, the Baby Squirrel Screen! Let me explain the rules: Our three contestants, Little Jen, Giant, and Stupid, will each do a physical contest. If they win at least two, they will get the cookies. If not, they will get crushed! The contests are: running, fighting, and weight lifting. Giant will do the running contest, Stupid will do the weight lifting contest, and Little Jen will do the fighting contest. Let the games begin!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"First up, the running contest. Giant must run to the end of a loooooong obstacle course. If he makes it to the end, he and his fellow contestants will be one step closer to getting the cookies!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Duh," said Giant. "I has to won the ruce! (He means: "I have to win the race!" He's stupid, so he speaks odd.)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"On your marks..." began the Baby Squirrel Screen. "Get set...GO!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giant took off down the track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here comes the first obstacle! The very high wall! If giant does not climb it in one minute, he will get a electric shock!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giant began to slooooooooowly climb the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is just stupid," whispered Tiny Jen to King Tiki, who was watching the match with her from a private audience box. "I don't mean to think ahead, but at this rate, we'll get the cookies right off." just then, they heard a scream, as Giant got a electric shock and fell off the wall, unconscious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now," said the Baby Squirrel Screen. "Next is the weight lifting contest!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Duh," said Stupid. "I has to won the wayt lafting contest! (He means: "I have to win the weight lifting contest!" He's even stupider then Giant, so he speaks in a even more weird way.)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Stupid will now lift one thousand pounds!" said the Baby Squirrel Screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid lifted the weight in one second (He may not be smart, but he sure is strong).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmmmm..." said the Baby Squirrel Screen. "Let's make it more of a challenge for him!" and then two boulders warped onto the weight. Stupid still held it up with ease. "This is no fun!" sighed the Baby Squirrel Screen. "Let's add some more stuff!" six couches then warped onto the top of the boulders, with three one each one. Stupid held it up, but began to shake after a small bit. "Now it's getting interesting!" laughed the Baby Squirrel Screen. "Let's add even more random things!" and then five houses, five tables, fifty tanks, and Spike Slug all warped onto the weight. And then Stupid was crushed by the weight. CRAAAAAASH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huff...huff... I wond!" laughed Stupid, and then he passed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I guess Stupid won that contest for breaking the known record for holding that much weight," said the Baby Squirrel Screen. "Now for the last contest. The fighting contest! It's Little Jen versus King Tiki!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gulp," gulped Little Jen, as King Tiki stepped into the fighting ring. "You wouldn't hurt a innocent jen, would you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I would," said King Tiki, and he then picked Little Jen up, and threw him out of the ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"King Tiki is the winner!" cheered the Baby Squirrel Screen. "That means that Little Jen is the loser!" then, Little Jen got crushed by a thwomp. Congratulations, Tiny Jen and King Tiki! You get the Jen Cookies!" and then the stadium where this all took place deflated, and Baby Squirrel's house was back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"At last!" sighed Tiny Jen. "But, after such a long day, I'm not in the mood to go hiking anymore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, then," said King Tiki. "But, what will we do with the Jen Cookies and the other food we packed? I'm in the mood for that kind of snack."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We eat them," said Tiny Jen, and then, she and King Tiki sat down to watch some TV, and snacked on the food while they watched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The weekly blog of Maxwell DiMarco (www.maxwelldimarco.com), seven year old author and artist, of the graphic novel "Baby Squirrel is in Town" and other books and CDs.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714659246604699753-5306960799723715245?l=maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/feeds/5306960799723715245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714659246604699753&amp;postID=5306960799723715245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/5306960799723715245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/5306960799723715245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/2011/01/tiny-jen-sports.html' title='The Tiny Jen Sports'/><author><name>Maxwell Kier DiMarco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937726475561652197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fUjbfT3sq4/SZt2LLhXL0I/AAAAAAAAABI/4FQFL2nv6Zg/S220/max.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714659246604699753.post-7569944332375654476</id><published>2011-01-05T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T14:44:26.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Jen Once Again</title><content type='html'>"Hello," said Little Jen. "I have made a new blog!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think you already said that in another blog," moaned Spike Slug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, anyway," continued Little Jen. "Now, you must face--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You also already said that," sighed Spike Slug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Boy, I'm getting into a rut!" said Little Jen. "But anyway, just read the blog."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter one: The Giant Jen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, Little Jen was driving around Jenville in his ten thousand dollar limousine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, sir," said Little Jen's limousine driver. "What are you going to do today?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," said Little Jen, as he brushed his mustache with a gold hair brush. "I think I will find a jen to marry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Very well, sir," said the driver. "I will make an add in the newspaper."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, thousands of the prettiest jens rushed to Jenville. All of them wanted to marry the handsome jen with the handsome mustache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HEY!!!" screamed Tiny Jen, cutting off the story. "Little Jen, you don't have a mustache!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh," said Little Jen. "I always thought I did."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will only marry the most beautiful of these jens!" said Little Jen, back in the story. "So first, we must sort them. Put the prettiest jens in this room, and put the ugly jens in this box," he said, pointing with his left hand to a large door that led into the banquet hall of his house, and, with his right hand, pointed to a small box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, wait a moment!" cut off Spike Slug. "Jens don't have hands!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whops," snickered Little Jen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now then," said the dashingly handsome Little Jen. "Once you have sorted them, I will chose the most beautiful of the prettiest jens, and then, I will finally have a wife!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now then, continued Little Jen. "I must take my daily nap!" and he walked away, taking long strides with his well built legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Little Jen...!" said Moogoo Jen. "You don't have legs, and you never will!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Geez!" fumed Little Jen. "I can't have a mustache, I can't have hands, and I can't have legs! What &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can &lt;/span&gt;I have?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well..." said Tiny Jen. "The chapter is called "The Giant Jen", so, why don't you make a giant jen come, and you save everyone by defeating it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's a dumb idea!" said Little Jen. "I'll do it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, a giant jen dropped out of the sky!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ROOOAAAR!!!" roared the giant jen, and then, it and Little Jen were locked in intense combat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Take this!" screamed Little Jen, and he kicked the jen with his foot, punched the jen with all the force he could muster, and used his mustache to whip the jen into shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"LITTLE JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN!!!!!!!!!!!" fumed Tiny Jen. "You don't have feet, you don't have hands, and you certainly don't have a mustache!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So what?" smirked Little Jen. "The would must know that I am the best!" and then, Tiny Jen kicked him off a cliff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The weekly blog of Maxwell DiMarco (www.maxwelldimarco.com), seven year old author and artist, of the graphic novel "Baby Squirrel is in Town" and other books and CDs.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714659246604699753-7569944332375654476?l=maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/feeds/7569944332375654476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714659246604699753&amp;postID=7569944332375654476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/7569944332375654476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/7569944332375654476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/2011/01/little-jen-once-again.html' title='Little Jen Once Again'/><author><name>Maxwell Kier DiMarco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937726475561652197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fUjbfT3sq4/SZt2LLhXL0I/AAAAAAAAABI/4FQFL2nv6Zg/S220/max.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714659246604699753.post-5419635988031886632</id><published>2011-01-04T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T14:11:39.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Squirrel Returns</title><content type='html'>"Hello, all my adoring fans!" laughed Baby Squirrel with joy. "I'm back at last, with new blogs, new adventures, and, best of all, new characters! Also, for those of you who didn't read "Baby Squirrel Requests", Spike Slug is not really going to betray the team. Thank you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, Baby Squirrel was climbing to the top!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"GASP!!!" gasped Baby Squirrel, as he continued his climb. "I might not make it!" but then, Baby Squirrel reached the top of the ladder he was climbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, Baby Squirrel!" called Daddy Squirrel. "Pour the syrup!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's why I'm up here! I'm not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; going to!" said Baby Squirrel, and he poured the maple syrup over his one hundred thousand pancake stack of pancakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then, Baby Squirrel and Daddy Squirrel heard a knock at the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh joy!" laughed Tiny Jen. "He's here at last!" and she ran to the door, and opened it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello, Tiny Jen," said King Tiki. "It's a pleasure to see you again, my queen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Same goes for me!" giggled Tiny Jen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"May I come in?" asked King Tiki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course!" said Tiny Jen. "Why couldn't you? Baby Squirrel and his friends don't have anything against you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I guess that was kind of a silly question, in this case," grinned King Tiki, stepping into the house. "But, I just wanted to be sure," he continued, as he bowed to Baby Squirrel and Daddy Squirrel, who both waved. "So, Tiny Jen, how's your monster cafe' getting along?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just great, KT," said Tiny Jen, as she bounced over to the coffee maker, and quickly prepared two cups of coffee for her and her good friend. "The monsters adore going there, and we only serve the best quality monster food. Of course, I really don't recommend going there if you're not a monster. The food...is...well, meant for monsters."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Speaking of which," said Baby Squirrel, with his cheeks stuffed with pancakes. "How do you make friends with all these monsters, anyway?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't tell you," said Tiny Jen. "You'll have to wait for a book that explains that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But, don't worry," said King Tiki. "I'm sure that book will be out soon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then, they all heard a yawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"*Yawn*" yawned Spike Slug, as he came down the stairs. "Good morning, Baby Squirrel!" he said, as he slid into the kitchen, and started making himself a lettuce leaf sandwich, his favorite type of sandwich. "Oh! Hello, King Tiki!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello, Spike Slug," said King Tiki. "I'm just here to visit Tiny Jen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yep," said Tiny Jen. "TK and I were just talking about my monster cafe'."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that very moment, Mommy Squirrel came in the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi, guys!" said Mommy Squirrel. "Oh, King Tiki! We were expecting you today! I'm so glad you could come!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Me, too," said King Tiki. "I'd have hated to disappoint Tiny Jen!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I'm happy you did manage to make it here, because I got you a book!" said Mommy Squirrel, and she handed King Tiki a thick book. "And I also got books for everyone else here!" and she began to pass out some books she had been carrying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmmmmm..." said King Tiki. ""The History of the Tikis". That sounds interesting!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;""Monsters of the Would". What can I say? I'm thrilled!" said Tiny Jen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;""The Adventures of Penny Bulborb, Volumes One Through Twenty". I love Penny Bulborb! Thaaaank you, Mommy Squirrel!" cheered Spike Slug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;""How to Stop Your Son From Being Bad". &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That &lt;/span&gt;will be handy," said Daddy Squirrel, sneaking a glance at Baby Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Mommy Squirrel gave Baby Squirrel his book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmmm... I wonder what book this is?" wondered Baby Squirrel, and he turned the book over to look at the title. "Ummmm... "Seven Fifteen". The "kind of" romantic and stupid story of how a stupid dimensional gate jen fell in love with a even stupider sparkly rock, and of how then a tea cup with a pig nose tried to get the ugly and stupid jen to love &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt;, but then the rock, the jen, and the tea cup all got crushed by the moon. Lame," moaned Baby Squirrel, and he threw the book into the trash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, uh...wrong book," said Mommy Squirrel, and then a wrecking ball fell on the garbage can, fifty bullet bills blasted it, ninety nine thousand giant gorons pounded the garbage can and the book to dust, and then Little Jen and Moogoo Jen walked by, and vacuumed up the dust with a black hole. "Here's your &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;real &lt;/span&gt;book, Baby Squirrel." and then she handed Baby Squirrel a copy of "Baby Squirrel is in Town".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you," said Baby Squirrel, whose face had turned green. "I hate that stupid series." and then he ran to the sink to throw up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The weekly blog of Maxwell DiMarco (www.maxwelldimarco.com), seven year old author and artist, of the graphic novel "Baby Squirrel is in Town" and other books and CDs.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714659246604699753-5419635988031886632?l=maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/feeds/5419635988031886632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714659246604699753&amp;postID=5419635988031886632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/5419635988031886632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/5419635988031886632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/2011/01/baby-squirrel-returns.html' title='Baby Squirrel Returns'/><author><name>Maxwell Kier DiMarco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937726475561652197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fUjbfT3sq4/SZt2LLhXL0I/AAAAAAAAABI/4FQFL2nv6Zg/S220/max.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714659246604699753.post-2986136691499892489</id><published>2011-01-03T20:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T20:50:56.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Squirrel Obstruction</title><content type='html'>One night, Daddy Squirrel was coming home in his car.&lt;br /&gt;   “Brrr…” shivered Daddy Squirrel. “It looks like we’re going to have some rain. I hope I get home before then. I don’t want to remain in this cold car anymore! I’m eager to get home.” &lt;br /&gt;   Just then, something that looked like a giant chimpanzee blocked the road!&lt;br /&gt;   “Oh my squirrels!” screamed Daddy Squirrel. He stopped his car just before it hit the thing. “What is that?!”&lt;br /&gt;   “I AM BABY SQUIRREL!!!!!!!!!!” laughed the thing. “I AM NOW THE KING OF THE ROAD!!!!!!!!!!!!! HA HA HA HA HA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”&lt;br /&gt;   “Baby Squirrel!” screamed Daddy Squirrel. “Why are you blocking the road?!”&lt;br /&gt;“HOW DARE YOU TALK TO THE KING OF THE ROAD LIKE THAT!” said Baby Squirrel. “I WILL DISABLE YOU WITH MY EXTREME EYE BALL!!!”  He then looked at Daddy Squirrel with one of his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;   “BABY SQUIRREL!!!!!!” screamed Daddy Squirrel. “LET ME PAST, OR I’LL BREATHE MY BAD BREATH ON YOU!!!!!!!!!!”&lt;br /&gt;   “HA HA HA! laughed Baby Squirrel. “YOU ARE A FOOL! NOW I WILL DISARM YOU WITH MY BIG BELLY BUTTON!!!&lt;br /&gt;   He then stuck his belly button at Daddy Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;   “HA HA HA! YOU ARE HELPLESS!” said Baby Squirrel. “AND NOW I WILL LISTEN TO AND REDUCE YOU TO NOTHING WITH MY BIG DUMB EAR!”&lt;br /&gt;   He then got kicked in the head and he fell onto the road.&lt;br /&gt;   “I hate it when freedom wins.” moaned Baby Squirrel, who was in a big robot.&lt;br /&gt;   But the next day’s evening…&lt;br /&gt;   “I AM THE DUMBEST SQUIRREL OF THEM ALL!!!” laughed a big dumb squirrel, and it crushed a construction site with it’s foot!                &lt;br /&gt;   “Quick! Stop that squirrel!” screamed Spike Slug. “Is anybody going to answer me? In that case, why is everybody disregarding me?!”&lt;br /&gt;   “Why is it that giant squirrels are all so dishonest?” moaned Tiny Jen.&lt;br /&gt;   “NOW I WILL MAKE A GIANT SQUIRREL STRUCTURE IN THE MIDDLE OF NUTVILL! HA HA HA HA HA!!!!!!!!!!!!!” laughed the big dumb squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;   But then, it got too determined to build the giant squirrel structure, and it blew up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The weekly blog of Maxwell DiMarco (www.maxwelldimarco.com), seven year old author and artist, of the graphic novel "Baby Squirrel is in Town" and other books and CDs.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714659246604699753-2986136691499892489?l=maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/feeds/2986136691499892489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714659246604699753&amp;postID=2986136691499892489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/2986136691499892489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/2986136691499892489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/2011/01/big-squirrel-obstruction.html' title='The Big Squirrel Obstruction'/><author><name>Maxwell Kier DiMarco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937726475561652197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fUjbfT3sq4/SZt2LLhXL0I/AAAAAAAAABI/4FQFL2nv6Zg/S220/max.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714659246604699753.post-7174844759204414144</id><published>2011-01-03T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T20:49:03.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Peculiar Squirrel Rap</title><content type='html'>“Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh! I am the jeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen!” screamed Little Jen.&lt;br /&gt;    “I am so carefree when I am eating Super Calcium Bars!” sang Baby Squirrel. “I will overthrow The Squirrel King! I will manufacture the biggest Super Calcium Bar in the world! I will never be a ally with the slugs! I will never be attentive! I will never be appointed leader of Baby Squirrel World! I will never be courtesy to people who come to say: “Oh Baby Squirrel, I envy you”! I will never buy abstract paintings! And as a bonus, I will never eat again! …Wait. What did I say?! Oh noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!”&lt;br /&gt;    “Baby Squirrel is the most peculiar squirrel in the world,” said Tiny Jen. “I guess it’s just noticeable.”&lt;br /&gt;    “Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh! Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii am the jeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen!” screamed Little Jen, and he passed out from shouting too loud.&lt;br /&gt;    “Brother. That gang…what do they call themselves? The Lazy Flu? Is the most stupid gang I ever saw.” said Darbis.&lt;br /&gt;    “Party time. Party time. We love party time!” sang fifty dekus, who had danced into the room carrying ten enraged gorons on their backs. Random!&lt;br /&gt;    “Oh yaw, do the squirrel rap.” sang Moogoo Jen in a deep voice, and he was having Bandit Cat scratch some records that were hanging on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;    “THAT SQUIRREL IS THE BEST!!!!!!” sang Daddy Squirrel. “Oh yaw, one day I was sitting, on the floor…when Henrietta (The giant chicken.) came in the door! She said to me: You stink you hat! Then she hit with her cat. THAT SQUIRREL IS THE BEST!!!!!!”&lt;br /&gt;    “Party time. Party time. We love party time! Party time. Party time. We are in our prime!” sang the fifty dekus, who were now carrying Lemmy, who was on a ball juggling Iggy and his chain Chomp, and they all were eating fried rice.&lt;br /&gt;“Oh yaw, do the squirrel rap.” sang Moogoo Jen, still in a deep voice, and now Bandit was eating his sunny side up eggs, that were shaped like records. &lt;br /&gt;    “THAT SQUIRREL IS THE BEST!!!!!!” sang Little Jen, who was now awake. “Now deer readers, speed up!” and now everybody sang very fast!&lt;br /&gt;“Party time. Party time. We love party time! Party time. Party time. We are in our prime!” sang the fifty dekus, who now carrying Roy, Mortron, and Ludwig, who were carrying Bowser, who was 8-bit, and the enraged gorons were on top of Bowser’s shell, eating fried rice with Lemmy and Iggy, singing: How much wood would a wood chuck chuck if a wood chuck could chuck wood?&lt;br /&gt;    “This blog is full of mistrust.” said Lemmy.&lt;br /&gt;    “So…” said Iggy, with his mouth full of fried rice, “I’m afraid we must make this…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The weekly blog of Maxwell DiMarco (www.maxwelldimarco.com), seven year old author and artist, of the graphic novel "Baby Squirrel is in Town" and other books and CDs.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714659246604699753-7174844759204414144?l=maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/feeds/7174844759204414144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714659246604699753&amp;postID=7174844759204414144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/7174844759204414144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/7174844759204414144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/2011/01/peculiar-squirrel-rap.html' title='The Peculiar Squirrel Rap'/><author><name>Maxwell Kier DiMarco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937726475561652197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fUjbfT3sq4/SZt2LLhXL0I/AAAAAAAAABI/4FQFL2nv6Zg/S220/max.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714659246604699753.post-5345900504232077640</id><published>2011-01-03T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T20:47:21.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Dumb Squirrel</title><content type='html'>But then, Faith attacked the blog!&lt;br /&gt;    “And just then, a giant asteroid in the shape of a giant nene’s belly button blew up in outer space!” screamed Faith. “And a nene was on a skate board with baggage on it in a humid jungle! And the nene was also holding a antique harp!”&lt;br /&gt;    “Oh, I’m the squirrel!” sang Baby Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;    “But then, a rocket ship lashed out at Baby Squirrel from the ground, hitting his belly button! And there was a golfer gopher inside it!” screamed Faith. “And the golfer gopher said: I’m the pioneer to hit Baby Squirrel in the belly button! Wha ha ha ha ha ha!”&lt;br /&gt;    “EVERYBODY FLEX THEIR MUSCLES!!!” screamed Moogoo Jen.&lt;br /&gt;    “And then Baby Gorcoron got out of a bus with a ray gun and zapped Moogoo Jen!” interrupted Faith. “And Tiny Jen hit Moogoo Jen with the daily digest! And the golfer gopher said: Baby Gorcoron, you’re not worthy to own a ray gun! But then a nene was pulled over by a cop, and the cop said: but you must go to jall! And the nene hit him with a eternal Wiggler and said: I oppose!”&lt;br /&gt;    “I am the best of the test!” laughed Big Jen.&lt;br /&gt;    “And then Bandit Cat came in and said that’s not sensible, and scratched Big Jen on the nose!” screamed Faith. “And then Baby Gorcoron said to Bandit Cat: do not scratch with haste! And then Bandit’s claw snapped! And just then, a nene established a donut shop on Baby Squirrel’s head!”&lt;br /&gt; THE BIG DUMB END!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;(And then the world’s biggest fat cat named Easter sat on the world’s smallest arm chair and squished it flat.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The weekly blog of Maxwell DiMarco (www.maxwelldimarco.com), seven year old author and artist, of the graphic novel "Baby Squirrel is in Town" and other books and CDs.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714659246604699753-5345900504232077640?l=maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/feeds/5345900504232077640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714659246604699753&amp;postID=5345900504232077640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/5345900504232077640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/5345900504232077640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/2011/01/big-dumb-squirrel.html' title='The Big Dumb Squirrel'/><author><name>Maxwell Kier DiMarco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937726475561652197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fUjbfT3sq4/SZt2LLhXL0I/AAAAAAAAABI/4FQFL2nv6Zg/S220/max.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714659246604699753.post-279681578502697998</id><published>2011-01-03T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T20:45:39.309-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy Squirrel Times Two</title><content type='html'>One day, Daddy Squirrel was in a pit.&lt;br /&gt;    “Oh, how did I get in this pit?” moaned Daddy Squirrel.    &lt;br /&gt;    Suddenly, a copy of Daddy Squirrel fell from the sky!&lt;br /&gt;    “Put your hands up!” said the copy of Daddy Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;    “Too bad!” said Daddy Squirrel, and he blew up the copy!&lt;br /&gt;    “This stinks,” said the other Daddy Squirrel. &lt;br /&gt;    “Better luck next time,” said Daddy Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;    Just then, Daddy Squirrel fell into a pit!&lt;br /&gt;    “Oh, how did I get in this pit?” moaned Daddy Squirrel.    &lt;br /&gt;    Suddenly, a copy of Daddy Squirrel fell from the sky!&lt;br /&gt;    “Put your hands up!” said the copy of Daddy Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;    “Too bad!” said Daddy Squirrel, and he blew up the copy!&lt;br /&gt;    “This stinks,” said the other Daddy Squirrel. &lt;br /&gt;    “Déjà vu,” moaned Daddy Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;The end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The weekly blog of Maxwell DiMarco (www.maxwelldimarco.com), seven year old author and artist, of the graphic novel "Baby Squirrel is in Town" and other books and CDs.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714659246604699753-279681578502697998?l=maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/feeds/279681578502697998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714659246604699753&amp;postID=279681578502697998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/279681578502697998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/279681578502697998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/2011/01/daddy-squirrel-times-two.html' title='Daddy Squirrel Times Two'/><author><name>Maxwell Kier DiMarco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937726475561652197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fUjbfT3sq4/SZt2LLhXL0I/AAAAAAAAABI/4FQFL2nv6Zg/S220/max.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714659246604699753.post-6575532520809684252</id><published>2011-01-03T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T20:44:25.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Biiiiiiig Jen</title><content type='html'>One day, Big Jen was getting fast food.&lt;br /&gt;    “Now I can eat to my hart’s content and I’ll still have more!” laughed Big Jen. &lt;br /&gt;    “Don’t you dare!” screamed Daddy Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;    “You stink,” said Big Jen and he fell into a hole!&lt;br /&gt;    “Bye dumb jen!” said Daddy Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;      Meanwhile…&lt;br /&gt;    “Oh, I’m a gopher,” sang a gopher. “I am the mole. I am the hole.&lt;br /&gt;I’m the mole and I am big, but I got hit by a giant fig! Oh, I am the hole.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I am the mole!”&lt;br /&gt;    Just then, Big Jen fell on the gopher and passed out.    &lt;br /&gt;    Meanwhile…&lt;br /&gt;    “Attack!” screamed Copy.&lt;br /&gt;    “Here they come!” said Baby Squirrel, as Copy’s troops charged towards them!&lt;br /&gt;    “Heeeeelllp!” screamed Little Jen, as he ran away.&lt;br /&gt;             “Let’s get out of here!” said Fat the Fat Nene to Lu Lu the Ball Nene and John the Snake Nene.&lt;br /&gt;    “Iiii’m with yoooouu,” said John the Snake Nene.&lt;br /&gt;    “You fools!” laughed Copy.&lt;br /&gt;    But then, Big Jen (who was giant,) crashed trough the ground!&lt;br /&gt;    “I am the Biiiiig Jen!” screamed Big Jen. “And I will rule the world!”&lt;br /&gt;    Then he crushed Copy and his troops by jumping on them!&lt;br /&gt;    Suddenly, tanks started attacking Nutville! &lt;br /&gt;    “Ha ha ha ha ha!” laughed Big Jen. “Bow down to me!” &lt;br /&gt;    “Never!” said Mommy Squirrel, and she charged up a Rainbow Blast and blew up all the tanks at once! &lt;br /&gt;    “I’ve had it with you!” screamed Big Jen. And he jumped up in the air!&lt;br /&gt;    “That’s it!” said Daddy Squirrel, and he punched Big Jen in the back!&lt;br /&gt;    Then Big Jen shrank back to normal size.&lt;br /&gt;    “Well,” said Big Jen. “I guess I won’t eat fast food.” &lt;br /&gt;    “Oh I’m the gopher!” sang the gopher. &lt;br /&gt;    “Oh great,” moaned Baby Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The weekly blog of Maxwell DiMarco (www.maxwelldimarco.com), seven year old author and artist, of the graphic novel "Baby Squirrel is in Town" and other books and CDs.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714659246604699753-6575532520809684252?l=maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/feeds/6575532520809684252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714659246604699753&amp;postID=6575532520809684252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/6575532520809684252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/6575532520809684252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/2011/01/biiiiiiig-jen.html' title='Biiiiiiig Jen'/><author><name>Maxwell Kier DiMarco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937726475561652197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fUjbfT3sq4/SZt2LLhXL0I/AAAAAAAAABI/4FQFL2nv6Zg/S220/max.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714659246604699753.post-2732973372947642452</id><published>2010-12-31T17:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T18:05:32.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Squirrel’s Dictionary</title><content type='html'>Heavier: to weigh more then something else. “Baby Squirrel is heavier then Spike Slug.” said Little Jen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laziest: to be more inactive then something else. “Baby Squirrel is the laziest of us all!” screamed Daddy Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Display: to feature or show off, to spotlight. “The Squirrel Market is displaying a giant squirrel in the shop window.” said Baby Jen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Relay: to move or convey information between two points. “I’m relaying information for the Squirrel Kingdom.” said Baby Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Daily: something occurring each day. “My daily incredible cooking has made me world famous!” said Mommy Squirrel. &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    Dentist: a doctor specializing in teeth. “My dentist says that my teeth are in good shape!” said Tiny Jen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Supply: to give materials to someone else. “If the nenes stop supplying us with food, I’m going to start worrying!” said Moogoo Jen.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    Tiniest: another word for smallest. “Baby Jen is the tiniest jen on Baby Squirrel World!” said Baby Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Survey: to investigate a place or building. “I surveyed the scene, and it doesn’t look good.” reported Little Jen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Betray: to be unfaithful in guarding, maintaining, or fulfilling. “I have been betrayed by my own violinist!” whined Baby Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Credible: capable of being believed; something that is believable. “That’s credible, Spike Slug.” said Baby Squirrel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Journalist: a person who practices the occupation or profession of journalism. “I got a job as a journalist!” said Mommy Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;    Credit: commendation or honor given for some action, quality, etc. “I wasn’t discrediting the prairie! I was crediting the prairie!” screamed Mommy Squirrel. Discredit: what do you think it means? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    “All this and more, in Baby Squirrel’s Dictionary! And it sells for all your money, and your debit card! Wha ha ha ha!” laughed Baby Squirrel, and then his dictionary blew up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The weekly blog of Maxwell DiMarco (www.maxwelldimarco.com), seven year old author and artist, of the graphic novel "Baby Squirrel is in Town" and other books and CDs.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714659246604699753-2732973372947642452?l=maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/feeds/2732973372947642452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714659246604699753&amp;postID=2732973372947642452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/2732973372947642452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/2732973372947642452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/2010/12/baby-squirrels-dictionary.html' title='Baby Squirrel’s Dictionary'/><author><name>Maxwell Kier DiMarco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937726475561652197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fUjbfT3sq4/SZt2LLhXL0I/AAAAAAAAABI/4FQFL2nv6Zg/S220/max.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714659246604699753.post-4537458536534149011</id><published>2010-12-31T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T17:42:00.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Windshield Squirrel</title><content type='html'>One day, Baby Squirrel was laying on the windshield.&lt;br /&gt;    “BABY SQUIRREL!!!!!!!!!!!” screamed Daddy Squirrel. “Get off of the windshield! I have to go to the supermarket!”&lt;br /&gt;    “But laying on a windshield is like a masterpiece to me!” said Baby Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;    “But not to me!” said Daddy Squirrel. “If you don’t get off, I’ll make you study zoology, musicology, geology, and biology for fifty years! And I won’t give you any Dr. Jalapeno for the rest of your life!”&lt;br /&gt;    “Come on. Let’s just make a deal on a handshake,” said Baby Squirrel. “It’s not necessary to not let me lay here. The deal will say that I can lay on the windshield forever, and you can give me cake and cookies and a heater and a blanket and buy me a new wristwatch and drive me anywhere even to a campground and feed me those cinnamon roles that I love, and--&lt;br /&gt;    “THAT’S IT!!!!!!!!!!!” screamed Daddy Squirrel. “I’m going to cut off all your hair with scissors!”&lt;br /&gt;    “But this is vital!” said Baby Squirrel, and he clutched the windshield with all his might. “Don’t you want to know about the background of how vitamins couldn’t revitalize Little Jen, and now he will never have vitality ever again?”&lt;br /&gt;    “NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” screamed Daddy Squirrel, and he tour off the windshield with Baby Squirrel still on it, threw the windshield into the yard, and drove away to the supermarket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The weekly blog of Maxwell DiMarco (www.maxwelldimarco.com), seven year old author and artist, of the graphic novel "Baby Squirrel is in Town" and other books and CDs.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714659246604699753-4537458536534149011?l=maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/feeds/4537458536534149011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714659246604699753&amp;postID=4537458536534149011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/4537458536534149011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/4537458536534149011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/2010/12/windshield-squirrel.html' title='The Windshield Squirrel'/><author><name>Maxwell Kier DiMarco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937726475561652197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fUjbfT3sq4/SZt2LLhXL0I/AAAAAAAAABI/4FQFL2nv6Zg/S220/max.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714659246604699753.post-4340500725001937740</id><published>2010-12-31T17:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T17:37:07.641-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Squirrel Contest</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, there was a slug, named Spike Slug.&lt;br /&gt;    “Another day,” said Spike Slug. “Time to get up,”&lt;br /&gt;    Then he went downstairs and made his Breakfast. &lt;br /&gt;    But then, he saw a horrible sight!&lt;br /&gt;    His plate was gone!&lt;br /&gt;    “Ha ha ha!” laughed Baby Squirrel. “Now I can eat first!”    &lt;br /&gt;Just then, he saw a terrible sight!&lt;br /&gt;    Spike Slug’s plate was gone!&lt;br /&gt;    “I did it!” laughed New Baby Squirrel. “I got the food!”&lt;br /&gt;    But just then, Spike Slug kicked New Baby Squirrel in the back!&lt;br /&gt;    “Oh no, you guys aren’t going to make this another one of those dumb blogs!” said Spike Slug. “Let’s have a contest! Whoever eats the most wins!”&lt;br /&gt;    “You’re on!” said Baby Squirrel and New Baby Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;    Later…&lt;br /&gt;    “And now it’s time for the Squiiiiirrel Contest!” said Omga Eggman.(Who’s Eggman’s sister by the way.) “Whoever eats the most here will be the eating champion! Ready? GOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!”&lt;br /&gt;    Spike Slug ate ten pancakes and five waffles at a time!&lt;br /&gt;    New Baby Squirrel ate twenty pieces of Bacon and two pieces of toast!&lt;br /&gt;    Baby Squirrel ate one crumb and fell down. &lt;br /&gt;    “The winner is… New Baby Squirrel!” said Omga Eggman.&lt;br /&gt;    “Oh no!” sobbed Baby Squirrel. “I lost!”&lt;br /&gt;    “So much for the Squirrel Contest,” moaned Spike Slug.&lt;br /&gt;    The next day… &lt;br /&gt;    “Oh I’m Baby Squirrel!” sang Baby Squirrel. “Oh I’m a squirrel!” &lt;br /&gt;    “Oh I’m Little Jen!” sang Little Jen. “Oh I’m a jen!”&lt;br /&gt;    “Oh I’m Eggman!” sang Eggman. “Oh I’m a person!” &lt;br /&gt;    “Oh I’m New Red Fiend! sang New Red Fiend. “Oh I’m a fiend!”&lt;br /&gt;    “Oh yaw, I’m a tarantula!” sang a tarantula. “Oh now I’m going to kill you!”&lt;br /&gt;    “Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!” they all screamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The weekly blog of Maxwell DiMarco (www.maxwelldimarco.com), seven year old author and artist, of the graphic novel "Baby Squirrel is in Town" and other books and CDs.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714659246604699753-4340500725001937740?l=maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/feeds/4340500725001937740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714659246604699753&amp;postID=4340500725001937740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/4340500725001937740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/4340500725001937740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/2010/12/squirrel-contest.html' title='The Squirrel Contest'/><author><name>Maxwell Kier DiMarco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937726475561652197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fUjbfT3sq4/SZt2LLhXL0I/AAAAAAAAABI/4FQFL2nv6Zg/S220/max.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714659246604699753.post-186343141070553046</id><published>2010-12-31T17:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T17:35:55.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fortune Squirrel</title><content type='html'>Ding dong. went the door bell.&lt;br /&gt;    “Don’t disturb us if you want to survive.” said Daddy Squirrel, who was eating garlic and cheese potato chips. &lt;br /&gt;    “Open up!” screamed someone outside.&lt;br /&gt;    “I’d prefer not too.” said Mommy Squirrel, who was watching a horror movie.&lt;br /&gt;    “Open up or I’ll call the Big Bad Wolf!” screamed the person outside.&lt;br /&gt;    “You’re absurd if you think I’d fall for that again.” said Moogoo Jen, who was racing with Tiny Jen in a race.&lt;br /&gt;    “If you open the door, I’ll give you 10,000 dollars.” said the person outside.&lt;br /&gt;    “COMING!!!” screamed New Baby Squirrel, and he opened the door.&lt;br /&gt;    “Fortune squirrel,” said Baby Squirrel in a stupid voice. “Do you want me to foresee the future for you?”&lt;br /&gt;    “No.” said Spike Slug, and he slammed the door in Baby Squirrel’s face, sending Baby Squirrel flying to Copy’s castle. &lt;br /&gt;    “Business is rough for a fortune squirrel.” said Baby Squirrel to himself, and he knocked on Copy’s door.&lt;br /&gt;    “Who’s there?” asked Copy.&lt;br /&gt;    “Opportunity here.” said Baby Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;    “But opportunity can’t be your real name.” said Copy. “So why are you here again?” &lt;br /&gt;    “Uh… good fortune,” said Baby Squirrel. “Great things. Happy times for a big dumb dictator. JUST OPEN THE DOOR!!!!!”&lt;br /&gt;    “Figures,” moaned Copy, and he opened the door. “Just tell me just what I won and then I can transfer you to Alaska! I hear that the forecast there is quite cold this time of year.” &lt;br /&gt;    “Ho ho ho!” said Baby Squirrel. “Christmas is early this year!”&lt;br /&gt;    “Christmas?” asked Tiki Face. “Did I hear right?” &lt;br /&gt;    “No,” said Baby Squirrel. “But, observe if you will, and stare into the crystal ball. Now I will learn from the internal future where your path will lead.&lt;br /&gt;    “Just what are you forewarning us about?” demanded Copy. “Yourself? Because that is concerning!”&lt;br /&gt;    “You have right for concern, my friend,” said Baby Squirrel, who was looking into a plastic ball. “I see a conference of our forefathers in 1952.”&lt;br /&gt;    “But our forefathers died in 1863!” fumed Tiki Face. “And I’m getting thirsty!”&lt;br /&gt;    “Yes,” said Baby Squirrel. “You have right to be thirsty, my friend. For you have a firm path ahead, for it is life on a ferry.” &lt;br /&gt;    “I didn’t see a thing!” screamed Copy. “I’m going to blast you to Vermont!” &lt;br /&gt;“Yes,” said Baby Squirrel. “It would be wise to blast me to Vermont,&lt;br /&gt;my—&lt;br /&gt;    And then, he was blasted into the heavens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The weekly blog of Maxwell DiMarco (www.maxwelldimarco.com), seven year old author and artist, of the graphic novel "Baby Squirrel is in Town" and other books and CDs.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714659246604699753-186343141070553046?l=maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/feeds/186343141070553046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714659246604699753&amp;postID=186343141070553046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/186343141070553046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/186343141070553046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/2010/12/fortune-squirrel.html' title='The Fortune Squirrel'/><author><name>Maxwell Kier DiMarco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937726475561652197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fUjbfT3sq4/SZt2LLhXL0I/AAAAAAAAABI/4FQFL2nv6Zg/S220/max.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714659246604699753.post-5793291587388341626</id><published>2010-12-31T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T17:34:24.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Jen Comes Back</title><content type='html'>One day, Baby Jen dug a hole in the ground and ran away.&lt;br /&gt;    “Baby Jen, you bad jen!” screamed Baby Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;    “You can’t catch me!” mocked Baby Jen.&lt;br /&gt;    Suddenly, a Space Jen fell from the sky!&lt;br /&gt;    “Put your hands up!” said the Space Jen.&lt;br /&gt;    “Never!” mocked Baby Jen and Baby Jen toke off the creature’s Space Jen mask and it was Daddy Squirrel!&lt;br /&gt;    “Curse you,” mumbled Daddy Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;    “I will not be stopped!” laughed Baby Jen.&lt;br /&gt;       Suddenly, a Space Slug fell from the sky!&lt;br /&gt;    “Go home right now!” said the Space Slug.&lt;br /&gt;    “Never!” mocked Baby Jen and Baby Jen toke off the creature’s Space Slug mask and it was Mommy Squirrel!&lt;br /&gt;    “Curse you,” mumbled Mommy Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;     “I will not be stopped!” laughed Baby Jen.&lt;br /&gt;    Just then, a net fell on Baby Jen and he was pulled home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The weekly blog of Maxwell DiMarco (www.maxwelldimarco.com), seven year old author and artist, of the graphic novel "Baby Squirrel is in Town" and other books and CDs.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714659246604699753-5793291587388341626?l=maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/feeds/5793291587388341626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714659246604699753&amp;postID=5793291587388341626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/5793291587388341626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/5793291587388341626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/2010/12/baby-jen-comes-back.html' title='Baby Jen Comes Back'/><author><name>Maxwell Kier DiMarco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937726475561652197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fUjbfT3sq4/SZt2LLhXL0I/AAAAAAAAABI/4FQFL2nv6Zg/S220/max.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714659246604699753.post-808012053964507769</id><published>2010-12-31T17:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T17:31:38.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Stupid Squirrel Rap</title><content type='html'>“Oooooooooooooooh, Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaby Squirrel!” sang Little Jen, who was trying out for the The First Thorough Singing Contest. “One day, in the hay, Once upon a time, a long time ago, I was as dense as snow.”&lt;br /&gt;    “That, could only make it as a failed attempt at rap.” sighed Tiny Jen. “And you still are as dense as snow.&lt;br /&gt;    “THAT JEN IS THE BEST!” sang Little Jen. “One day, I had to stay, but then I was offended.”&lt;br /&gt;    “That didn’t even rhyme.” moaned Spike Slug.&lt;br /&gt;    “THAT JEN IS THE BEST!” sang Little Jen. “Hazardous is never good, but that is probably how it should…be.”&lt;br /&gt;    “If you ever tried out for American Idle, you wouldn’t even get to the audition room with that song.” said Daddy Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;    “THAT JEN IS THE BEST!” sang Little Jen. “You compliment me, that is good, but I think in the arena, you should…uh… I don’t know what rhymes with that.”&lt;br /&gt;    “YOU ARE THE STUPIDEST JEN IN THE WORLD!!!!!!!!!” screamed Tiny Jen. “Any second after you said: “you should” I thought you would do some line from a Wicked song, like: “help me meet the wizard” or something odd like that, but what you did was even dumber!”&lt;br /&gt;    “But I am more dominant then you! Wha ha ha ha!” laughed Little Jen, and then he got shot.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Later, in the park…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I hate it when the big jens go into a huddle in our soccer games. They aren’t supposed to do that.” moaned Baby Jen.&lt;br /&gt;    “Absolutely,” said Tiny Jen. “You aren’t the only person that thinks that going into a huddle at the start of a soccer game is dumb.”&lt;br /&gt;    “Let us regain our unhealthy food, for it is a necessity of life!” said Baby Squirrel randomly, and then he blew up. (Do not do what Baby Squirrel talks about in real life. I do not really think that we should eat unhealthy food all the time.)&lt;br /&gt;    “And the winner of The First Thorough Singing Contest is…not Little Jen.” said Mommy Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The weekly blog of Maxwell DiMarco (www.maxwelldimarco.com), seven year old author and artist, of the graphic novel "Baby Squirrel is in Town" and other books and CDs.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714659246604699753-808012053964507769?l=maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/feeds/808012053964507769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714659246604699753&amp;postID=808012053964507769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/808012053964507769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/808012053964507769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/2010/12/stupid-squirrel-rap.html' title='The Stupid Squirrel Rap'/><author><name>Maxwell Kier DiMarco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937726475561652197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fUjbfT3sq4/SZt2LLhXL0I/AAAAAAAAABI/4FQFL2nv6Zg/S220/max.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714659246604699753.post-4328548474072427876</id><published>2010-12-31T17:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T17:43:51.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Never Tidy Squirrel</title><content type='html'>One day, Mommy Squirrel went up to Baby Squirrel’s room.&lt;br /&gt;   “Today, I clean Baby Squirrel’s room,” said Mommy Squirrel. “But I’m not worried. Baby Squirrel always picks up his toys.”&lt;br /&gt;   But, when Mommy Squirrel saw Baby Squirrel’s room, she found that there’s a fist time for everything! Baby Squirrel’s room was a mess! His 18 ton box of Squirrel Soda was on his blanket, and each can was out, open, and leaking onto his bed! His toy circus’s toy acrobats were on his door knob, his toy tightrope walkers were on his policy for free nuts at Squirrel’s Nuts so Bad Nut Shop that expired in 1991, his toy clowns were on and in his toy fire truck, that really could spray water, of which you might remember from one of my other blogs, his toy cars were on his toy train track, which went into the closet, under his bed, into Daddy Squirrel’s room, down the stairs, and right into Little Jen’s oatmeal, Spike Slug’s blocks that he let Baby Squirrel play with were on top of his mirror in the shape of a coffee cup,  and Mommy Squirrel was sooooooooooo mad, she quivered with rage!&lt;br /&gt;   “BABY SQUIRREL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” screamed Mommy Squirrel, and she charged down the stairs, and found Baby Squirrel at the table, pointing out how Little Jen shouldn’t eat his oatmeal, because there was some of his toy train tracks in it. “GO UPSTAIRS RIGHT NOW, AND CLEAN YOUR ROOM!!!!!!”&lt;br /&gt;   “Oh no,” said Little Jen, in a innocent voice. “Baby Squirrel says that he didn’t mess up his room. He says that Tiny Jen did it.”&lt;br /&gt;   “Why you liar!” screamed Mommy Squirrel. “Trying to distract me with a lie?! Baby Squirrel! You’re—&lt;br /&gt;   “CORRECT!” said Mommy Squirrel’s voice. “You’re right, Baby Squirrel. Tiny Jen messed up your room. Now go clean Baby Squirrel’s room, Tiny Jen!”&lt;br /&gt;   “Fine!” fumed Tiny Jen, and she stomped up the stairs, and went to clean Baby Squirrel’s room.&lt;br /&gt;   “Hey!” screamed Mommy Squirrel. “Who told Tiny Jen to go clean Baby Squirrel’s room?! I thought I told Baby Squirrel that he was in a heap of trouble!”&lt;br /&gt;   “I guess that your conscience thought that Tiny Jen was a horrible jen on the inside.” said Moogoo Jen, and he hid something behind his back.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   The next week after that…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   “Today, I clean Baby Squirrel’s room again,” said Mommy Squirrel. “Let’s hope he cleaned it today.”&lt;br /&gt;   But, when Mommy Squirrel saw Baby Squirrel’s room, she found that Baby Squirrel had not picked up his toys, he had made them even more messy!  His 18 ton box of Squirrel Soda had a big dent in the top, and his Squirrel Soda had dripped onto the floor! His toy circus’s toy acrobats were hanging on his lamp, and on his new toy lion that Daddy Squirrel brought him back the other day,  his toy tightrope walkers were balanced on some of Spike Slug’s blocks that were now in the shape of a flower blossom that was now balanced on his pillow, his toy clowns were in his milk he got for a midnight snake, his toy fire truck was on top of his bottom right bed post,  his toy cars were on top of his fire truck, and now his toy train track went into the closet, under his pillow, into Spike Slug’s room, down the stairs, up the stairs, down the stairs again, over Tiny Jen’s bacon, and believe it or not, into the sink! And this time Mommy Squirrel was so mad, she made a slight drought on the other side of Baby Squirrel World!&lt;br /&gt;   “THAT FOUL SQUIRREL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” fumed Mommy Squirrel, and she ran so fast down the stairs, when she got to the kitchen, Little Jen’s burning hot soup flew trough the air and spilled onto Baby Squirrel’s head!&lt;br /&gt;   “OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWW!!!!!” screamed Baby Squirrel, and he collided with the ceiling, and smashed his head on his plate, sending glass flying all over the room!  (But other then Baby Squirrel, no one was harmed.) “How dare you hurt such a noble squirrel?!” demanded Baby Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;   “Three words. CLEAN YOUR ROOM!!!!!!” screamed Mommy Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;   “But you have it all wrong. Baby Squirrel didn’t mess up his room. Daddy Squirrel and Tiny Jen have messed it up for the past week.” said Little Jen, in the same innocent voice he had used before.&lt;br /&gt;   “You’re right,” said Mommy Squirrel’s voice. “Okay, Daddy Squirrel. You and Tiny Jen go up stairs, and clean Baby Squirrel’s—Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!!!”&lt;br /&gt;   Moogoo Jen had been speaking into a microphone that changed his voice to Mommy Squirrel’s, but Mommy Squirrel had seen him hide it behind his back a week ago, and when he tried to blame Daddy Squirrel and Tiny Jen for the mess, Mommy Squirrel saw him hiding under the table, and began slapping him constantly over the head!&lt;br /&gt;   “Oh no!” gasped Baby Squirrel, as Tiny Jen and Daddy Squirrel tied him and Little Jen up in a corner. “I think that we’re busted.”&lt;br /&gt;   “Yes you are!” fumed Daddy Squirrel. “You should be ashamed! Making someone else take the blame for something you did is very, very, very bad!”&lt;br /&gt;   “But we were just trying to be number one!” sobbed Moogoo Jen.&lt;br /&gt;   “Then this was not the way,” said Tiny Jen. If you want feel like you're number one, help with chores. Help protect endangered animals. Grow up to have a job like a veterinarian, or just be kind to people. But do not blame someone else for things you did!”&lt;br /&gt;   And from that day forward, Baby Squirrel, Little Jen and Moogoo Jen had to clean Baby Squirrel’s room from top to bottom…every single day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The weekly blog of Maxwell DiMarco (www.maxwelldimarco.com), seven year old author and artist, of the graphic novel "Baby Squirrel is in Town" and other books and CDs.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714659246604699753-4328548474072427876?l=maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/feeds/4328548474072427876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714659246604699753&amp;postID=4328548474072427876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/4328548474072427876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/4328548474072427876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/2010/12/never-tidy-squirrel.html' title='The Never Tidy Squirrel'/><author><name>Maxwell Kier DiMarco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937726475561652197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fUjbfT3sq4/SZt2LLhXL0I/AAAAAAAAABI/4FQFL2nv6Zg/S220/max.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714659246604699753.post-4009299437742108995</id><published>2010-12-30T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T17:54:59.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Squirrel Company</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, there was a squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;“I am the best squirrel in the world!” boasted the squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;Then one day, he built a company.&lt;br /&gt;“Now I will rule Baby Squirrel World! Ha ha ha!” laughed the squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;“But then his company blew up, and he died. The end.” said Baby Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;Later…&lt;br /&gt;“BABY SQUIRREL!!!!!!!!” screamed Daddy Squirrel. “What are you doing?!”&lt;br /&gt;“Conquering the world,” said Baby Squirrel, who was building a factory. “Now when I finish my factory, I will rule the world!”&lt;br /&gt;“Stupid Baby Squirrel.” moaned Tiny Jen.&lt;br /&gt;“I agree,” said Baby Squirrel, who’s factory was done. “Now begins the empire of Baby Squirrel! Ha ha ha ha!!!”&lt;br /&gt;Then, out of the factory, came airplanes and squirrel with guns, and New Baby Squirrel in a tank!&lt;br /&gt;“Troops! Attack Nutville!” screamed Baby Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;“Quick! To Nutville Island!” said Mommy Squirrel. "We'll make a base there!"&lt;br /&gt;“You cannot get away!” said Baby Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile…&lt;br /&gt;“Copy!” screamed Tiki Face. “Baby Squirrel is trying to conquer Nutville!”&lt;br /&gt;“WHAT???!!!” fumed Copy. “Not for long! Tiki Face! Get my troops out there, kill that Baby Squirrel, and burn that stupid factory to the ground!”&lt;br /&gt;“Y-yes sir!” shivered Tiki Face.&lt;br /&gt;“Now then,” said Baby Squirrel, who had just cornered all the citizens of Nutville on the end of the bridge to Nutville Island, because the actually island had blown up. “Surrender to the Baby Squirrel Empire and be my slaves, and I will let you live! If not, you die!”&lt;br /&gt;“Not in your life!” screamed Spike Slug. "I, for one, will never surrender to a stupid fur ball!"&lt;br /&gt;“Ha ha ha! Foolish mistake!” laughed Baby Squirrel. “Now troops, char—&lt;br /&gt;“BABY SQUIRREL!!!!!!!!!!!” screamed Copy. “What are you doing?! You can’t conquer Nutville! That’s my job!”&lt;br /&gt;“Ha ha ha! Not anymore!” laughed Baby Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;“Attaaaaaaaaack!!! screamed New Baby Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;Then Copy and Baby Squirrel charged at one another!&lt;br /&gt;Mommy Squirrel punched one squirrel with a gun in the stomach and kicked it’s neck!&lt;br /&gt;Spike Slug threw his shell at one of the airplanes and it blew up!&lt;br /&gt;While Baby Squirrel got hit by Copy in the head!&lt;br /&gt;“Bow to king Baby Squirrel!” said one of the squirrels with guns and he shot at Little Jen, but Tiny Jen called Vampire Number Three to shoot the squirrel in the head! “Ow.” said the squirrel and he fainted dead away.&lt;br /&gt;“Fire!” screamed New Baby Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;All the squirrels with guns fired at Tiny Jen and Vampire Number Three!&lt;br /&gt;“Oh no you don’t!” said Little Jen, and he hit them all on the top of the head!&lt;br /&gt;“Thanks!” said Tiny Jen.&lt;br /&gt;“Okay, that’s it!” fumed Baby Squirrel, and he turned to face Copy. “It’s time to meet your maker!”&lt;br /&gt;Baby Squirrel charged at Copy but Copy jumped out of the way!&lt;br /&gt;“Take this!” screamed Copy, and he shot a Dark Blast at Baby Squirrel but he dodged it!&lt;br /&gt;“Die at king Baby Squirrel’s hands!” screamed Baby Squirrel, and he shot a Rainbow Blast at Copy! Copy almost got hit!&lt;br /&gt;“That’s it Baby Squirrel!” screamed Copy. And then he fired a Dark Blast at Baby Squirrel’s factory!&lt;br /&gt;Ka…BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;“Nooooo!!!” sobbed Baby Squirrel. “My empire! It was blown up!”&lt;br /&gt;Then everyone cheered at the top of their lungs; "GREAT JOB, COPY!"&lt;br /&gt;“Great job?!” gasped Copy. “And I was attacking this place?!”&lt;br /&gt;“It can’t be!” wailed Baby Squirrel. “My kingdom is gone! Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!!!!”&lt;br /&gt;“You’re in trouble, Baby Squirrel,” said Daddy Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;“Hey, you wouldn’t kill a poor, innocent squirrel, would you? snickered Baby Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, I would,” said Daddy Squirrel, and he sent him to bed without his diner. Maybe now Baby Squirrel will learn his lesson about being bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The weekly blog of Maxwell DiMarco (www.maxwelldimarco.com), seven year old author and artist, of the graphic novel "Baby Squirrel is in Town" and other books and CDs.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714659246604699753-4009299437742108995?l=maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/feeds/4009299437742108995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714659246604699753&amp;postID=4009299437742108995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/4009299437742108995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/4009299437742108995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/2010/12/squirrel-company.html' title='The Squirrel Company'/><author><name>Maxwell Kier DiMarco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937726475561652197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fUjbfT3sq4/SZt2LLhXL0I/AAAAAAAAABI/4FQFL2nv6Zg/S220/max.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714659246604699753.post-3922343581984335190</id><published>2010-12-30T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T17:32:00.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spike Slug Versus Baby Squirrel</title><content type='html'>One day, Spike Slug was walking down the street, when he saw Baby Squirrel, Little Jen, and Moogoo Jen blocking everybody’s way with a barricade.&lt;br /&gt; “Okay now, do you agree that Baby Squirrel is the best super hero in the cosmos?” asked Little Jen to Big Jen.&lt;br /&gt; “No. I think that Mommy Squirrel and Daddy Squirrel are the best super heroes.” said Big Jen.&lt;br /&gt; “Then you can not come by until you find someone you like that we like too.” mocked Baby Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt; “Oh Baby Squirrel, I envy you.” said Moogoo Jen.&lt;br /&gt; “Hey!” screamed Spike Slug. “Is this another of your juvenile pranks?!”&lt;br /&gt; “Yes,” said Little Jen. “No one can come by unless your favorite super hero is Baby Squirrel.”&lt;br /&gt; “Well, I’m going to do something about it!” said Spike Slug, and he dashed off.&lt;br /&gt; “Try all you want, Spike Slug. You’ll never stop us from being the best of the test!” laughed Baby Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;  “Oh Baby Squirrel, I envy you,” said Moogoo Jen. “Kind of.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The next day, in front of Baby Squirrel’s barricade…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Come one, come all, to “The Spike Slug Coffee Shop!” shouted Tiny Jen. “You’ll get the best coffee you’ll ever taste, and it’s only one dime per cup!”&lt;br /&gt; “Plus, you’ll get the one scone that you like the most, and if you don’t like scones, then you get another cup of coffee, free!” said Baby Jen.&lt;br /&gt; “Hey!” screamed Baby Squirrel. “How dare you set up a coffee shop in front of my barricade?!”&lt;br /&gt; “It’s for anyone who doesn’t want to change their favorite super hero to you, so they don’t have to wait for their whole life to get by just doing nothing.” said Spike Slug.&lt;br /&gt; “What a outstanding idea!” said Moogoo Jen. “I’d come to that coffee shop any day!”&lt;br /&gt; “That’s it!” screamed Baby Squirrel. “We’re taking our barricade down, and going somewhere else!” and he, Little Jen, and Moogoo Jen stormed down the road. (Although Moogoo Jen didn’t think that Spike Slug’s idea of a coffee shop was such a bad idea, so he didn’t storm down the road, he just walked.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The day after that…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I’m going to Jenville!” said Spike Slug to himself. “But, I want to get there soon, so I’ll take the subway.”&lt;br /&gt; But then, he saw that even though the subway was there, there was something wrong with it!&lt;br /&gt; “The Tardy Squirrel Express will now be leaving soon,” said Little Jen over the loud speakers. (Tardy means a little bit late.) “And we guarantee that you will soon be in distress because the price for a ride on the Tardy Squirrel Express is all your money, no matter how much you have.”&lt;br /&gt; “And you must sift in your seat until you are as uncomfortable as anyone on Baby Squirrel World could ever get,” laughed Baby Squirrel over a radio. “And before you get on you must be drenched in cold water, go on a shopping spree for the one thing you don’t want, and you must have a unfit variety of squirrel hair clothes in your suit case. Only then can you proceed onto the train.”&lt;br /&gt; Spike Slug was so mad, he was smoking!&lt;br /&gt; “BABY SQUIRREL!!!!!!!!” screamed Spike Slug. “THAT’S THE LAST STRAW!!!!!”&lt;br /&gt; “Do you want to get on?” asked a jen who drove another subway train.&lt;br /&gt; “Oh, uh…Yes please.” said Spike Slug, who was kind of embarrassed.&lt;br /&gt; Just then, Baby Squirrel’s subway began to zoom away with a bag of money on the back!&lt;br /&gt; “Ha ha ha!” laughed Baby Squirrel over the loud speakers. “Hey Spike Slug! I bet you didn’t know that we stole everybody in the sub way stations' money! See you some time, slugo!”&lt;br /&gt; “Curse that squirrel and that jen! (Little Jen, he means.)” fumed Spike Slug. “I’m going to get them like never before!” and then the subway train he was on sped after the Tardy Squirrel Express at full speed!&lt;br /&gt; “Great jumping squirrels! That slug is coming after us!” gasped Little Jen.&lt;br /&gt; “Not for long!” said Baby Squirrel. “We’ll blast them to pieces! …Hey! Where’s my “Oh Baby Squirrel, I envy you”, Moogoo Jen?!”&lt;br /&gt; “Here!” said Moogoo Jen, who was on top of The Tardy Squirrel Express!&lt;br /&gt; “Get down from there! You could get killed!” demanded Baby Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt; “Okay,” said Moogoo Jen. “I’ll get down—"and then he jumped onto the subway that Spike Slug was on! "–here!”&lt;br /&gt; “That’s it!” fumed Baby Squirrel. “Little Jen! Fire the squirrel rockets!”&lt;br /&gt; “Yes your super envious squirrelness!” said Little Jen, and he pressed a button, sending two rockets in the shape of Baby Squirrel right at the subway that Spike Slug was on!&lt;br /&gt; “Stop that subway, Baby Squirrel!” screamed Spike Slug, and he leapt onto the top of the subway, and just as the rockets were about to blow them up, he took a base ball bat out of his shell, and hit them back at The Tardy Squirrel Express!&lt;br /&gt;“Oh nooooooooooooo!” screamed Baby Squirrel. and then The Tardy Squirrel Express blew up sending the money flying onto the subway station floor, and leaving only Little Jen and Baby Squirrel on what The Tardy Squirrel Express really was: a piece of wood with wheels. And then, they were squished flat by the subway Spike Slug was on.               &lt;br /&gt;“Hey,” said Baby Squirrel. “Let’s not dwell on this defeat. For we will be the best!” But just then, Spike Slug tossed a cash register at them, and they fell onto the subway tracks in a heap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The weekly blog of Maxwell DiMarco (www.maxwelldimarco.com), seven year old author and artist, of the graphic novel "Baby Squirrel is in Town" and other books and CDs.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714659246604699753-3922343581984335190?l=maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/feeds/3922343581984335190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714659246604699753&amp;postID=3922343581984335190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/3922343581984335190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/3922343581984335190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/2010/12/spike-slug-versus-baby-squirrel.html' title='Spike Slug Versus Baby Squirrel'/><author><name>Maxwell Kier DiMarco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937726475561652197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fUjbfT3sq4/SZt2LLhXL0I/AAAAAAAAABI/4FQFL2nv6Zg/S220/max.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714659246604699753.post-4595041941859163984</id><published>2010-12-30T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T15:30:26.277-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Jen is Sick</title><content type='html'>One day, Little Jen was sick.&lt;br /&gt;“Oh… I’m very sick,” moaned Little Jen.&lt;br /&gt;“No you aren’t,” said Tiny Jen. “Now come down for Breakfast!”&lt;br /&gt;“You mind reader!” screamed Little Jen. “I’m never coming down! I got this new game and I want to play it in privacy!” said Little Jen.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile…&lt;br /&gt;“Okay guys, come down to Breakfast!” called Mommy Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;“Yay! It’s Breakfast time!” said Baby Squirrel, who leapt out of bed!&lt;br /&gt;“It’s time for Breakfast!” exclaimed Spike Slug, who was already brushing his teeth.   &lt;br /&gt; “Coming Mommy Squirrel!” screamed Tiny Jen, who was downstairs in two seconds.&lt;br /&gt;“Coming,” moaned Little Jen.&lt;br /&gt;Then when everyone was at Breakfast, Little Jen got out his game and turned it on.        &lt;br /&gt;“This is great!” laughed Little Jen. “I’ll just stay here my whole life! And the best part is I can play my game!” said Little Jen. &lt;br /&gt;But then, Mommy Squirrel came in!&lt;br /&gt;“Hey!” screamed Mommy Squirrel. “What are you doing?!”&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, I’m so sick,” groaned Little Jen.&lt;br /&gt;“No you’re not!” screamed Mommy Squirrel. “But, since you’re sick, let’s play a game!”&lt;br /&gt;“Oh boy!” said Little Jen. “What will we play?”&lt;br /&gt;“Kill Little Jen,” said Mommy Squirrel, and she kicked Little Jen into the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The weekly blog of Maxwell DiMarco (www.maxwelldimarco.com), seven year old author and artist, of the graphic novel "Baby Squirrel is in Town" and other books and CDs.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714659246604699753-4595041941859163984?l=maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/feeds/4595041941859163984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714659246604699753&amp;postID=4595041941859163984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/4595041941859163984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/4595041941859163984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/2010/12/little-jen-is-sick.html' title='Little Jen is Sick'/><author><name>Maxwell Kier DiMarco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937726475561652197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fUjbfT3sq4/SZt2LLhXL0I/AAAAAAAAABI/4FQFL2nv6Zg/S220/max.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714659246604699753.post-8674235414222172559</id><published>2010-12-30T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T15:28:25.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Third Baby Squirrel Quiz Show</title><content type='html'>“What a cold February day this is.” shivered Spike Slug.&lt;br /&gt;    “Attention Spike Slug! The one with the cool spikes!” screamed Little Jen into a microphone. “Come and volunteer for The Third Baby Squirrel Quiz Show! You’ll have tons of fun, I guarantee it! Well, will you sign up or what?” then Spike Slug smashed him into the ground.&lt;br /&gt;    “I hope that the Quiz Show has a heater.” moaned Spike Slug.&lt;br /&gt;    “I guess that’s a yes.” said Little Jen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later… &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;“And now,” said Baby Squirrel, with a flourish of his left paw, “Let The Third Baby Squirrel Quiz Show begin! Our contestants are…Little Jen and Moogoo Jen (Who are on the same team), Spike Slug, Daddy Squirrel, and last, of the smaller generation, New Baby Squirrel!” &lt;br /&gt;The audience watching in the studio cheered! (The audience was: Fraidy Jens #1 and #2, Fat the fat nene, John the snake nene,  and Lulu the ball nene.)  Baby Squirrel, dressed in a rainbow suit and a tie printed with rainbow nuts, bowed and smiled. Then he stood up straight and waved a paw at a long table with three rainbow colored boxes of very different sizes. What?&lt;br /&gt;    “Oh, you have some curiosity towards my boxes.” said Baby Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;    “Yessssssss, we dooooooo.” said John the snake nene.&lt;br /&gt;    “Weeeeeeeeeeeeelllllllll…,” said Baby Squirrel. “I don’t know why they’re there either. Fist question! What is the name of the machine that lets you listen&lt;br /&gt;to music that was made in the 1920s? A big adventure? Some animals? The radio? Or Avenue 79?&lt;br /&gt;    “A big adventure!” said Little Jen and Moogoo Jen.&lt;br /&gt;    “Avenue 79!” screamed New Baby Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;    “The radio!” said Daddy Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;    “Some animals!” said Spike Slug.&lt;br /&gt;    “Daddy Squirrel got the answer right!” said Baby Squirrel. “Next question! What time period did the Daddy Squirrel Rex live in? The Nutastic period? The Squirrelzoaic period? Or present time?”&lt;br /&gt;    “Present time!” laughed New Baby Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;    “The Squirrelzoaic period!” said Moogoo Jen and Little Jen.&lt;br /&gt;    “The Squirrelzoaic period!” said Spike Slug.&lt;br /&gt;    “The Nutastic period!” said Daddy Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;    “Moogoo Jen, Little Jen, and Spike Slug got the answer right!” said Baby Squirrel. “Next question! If Mommy Squirrel served me one of my not favorite foods, which would I say: “That’s acceptable.” to?” A tire made from piano parts?&lt;br /&gt;A predictable piece of convention wall paper on a nene memorial? Or a stale piece of bread with cheese?&lt;br /&gt;“A predictable piece of convention wall paper on a nene memorial!” laughed New Baby Squirrel, who thought that he was wining.&lt;br /&gt;    “A tire made from piano parts!” said Moogoo Jen and Little Jen.&lt;br /&gt;    “A stale piece of bread with cheese!” said Spike Slug.&lt;br /&gt;    “A stale piece of bread with cheese!” said Daddy Squirrel. (Do not try to eat any of this for your health, although you probably already knew that.)&lt;br /&gt;    “Daddy Squirrel and Spike Slug got the answer right!” said Baby Squirrel. “Last question! Who is the most honorable person on Baby Squirrel World? The Nutville librarian? A boxing champion? A venturous slug? Or me?” (Baby Squirrel is not being rude.)&lt;br /&gt;    “Baby Squirrel!” said Spike Slug.&lt;br /&gt;    “A venturous slug!” said New Baby Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;    “Baby Squirrel!” said Daddy Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;    “A boxing champion!” said Moogoo Jen and Little Jen. “And who is the winner of The Third Baby Squirrel Quiz Show? asked Baby Squirrel. “It is…SPIKE SLUG AND DADDY SQUIRREL!!!!!!!!!!! My best friend and my daddy! Great job! You win a trip to The Grand Canyon!&lt;br /&gt;    “Oh nooooooooooooo!!!” screamed New Baby Squirrel. “I can’t take it anymore!” and then he got into a squirrel robot and began to stomp towards the building!&lt;br /&gt;    “Stop, New Baby Squirrel!” screamed Baby Squirrel, and he blew up the squirrel robot, sending New Baby Squirrel flying into the heavens. “And the prize for Moogoo Jen and Little Jen is not getting killed by a angry little squirrel in a squirrel robot.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The weekly blog of Maxwell DiMarco (www.maxwelldimarco.com), seven year old author and artist, of the graphic novel "Baby Squirrel is in Town" and other books and CDs.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714659246604699753-8674235414222172559?l=maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/feeds/8674235414222172559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714659246604699753&amp;postID=8674235414222172559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/8674235414222172559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/8674235414222172559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/2010/12/third-baby-squirrel-quiz-show.html' title='The Third Baby Squirrel Quiz Show'/><author><name>Maxwell Kier DiMarco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937726475561652197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fUjbfT3sq4/SZt2LLhXL0I/AAAAAAAAABI/4FQFL2nv6Zg/S220/max.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714659246604699753.post-71299094987413124</id><published>2010-12-30T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T15:25:19.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The What Is It?? Game Show</title><content type='html'>The rainbow lights came up on the stage, the music started with a happy tune, and the What Is It?? Game Show began!&lt;br /&gt;    “Welcome everyone, to the most exciting game show on Nutville Television! I’m Baby Squirrel and I’ll be your host for today’s amazing episode!”&lt;br /&gt;    The audience watching in the studio cheered. Baby Squirrel, dressed in a rainbow suit and a tie printed with rainbow nuts, bowed and smiled. Then he stood up straight and waved a paw at a long table with three rainbow colored boxes of very different sizes.&lt;br /&gt;    “Inside each of these boxes is a different thing. There are three mystery things all together. Some are small. Some are large. They could be anything!”&lt;br /&gt;    The audience ooohed and ahhhed. Baby Squirrel went on.&lt;br /&gt;    “I will describe what is in a box in incredible detail. I will only describe one thing at a time and I will never lie about a detail. Our contestants will have to try to guess what box the thing I have described is in. If they can guess correctly, they win that thing to keep!”&lt;br /&gt;    The audience cheered wildly.&lt;br /&gt;    “Let’s meet our contestants now!” announced Baby Squirrel with a flourish of his paw.&lt;br /&gt;    The rainbow stage curtains parted, and out came the three contestants.&lt;br /&gt;    The contestants were: Tiny Jen, Little Jen, and Spike Slug!&lt;br /&gt;    “And now,” said Baby Squirrel. “Let the What Is It??? Game Show… BEGIN!!! In one of these boxes, there is the Daddy Saurus Rex! It’s head looks like Daddy Squirrel’s head. Daddy Squirrel’s head from the front, that is. It look’s like a circle with two more circles for eyes, and dots for pupils and circles for ears and the inside of his ears, and a smile with a buck tooth, and two other smiles for his cheeks. (And a mustache!) But his body is a brown dinosaur body with dinosaur hands with sharp claws, and Dinosaur legs with big Dinosaur feet and toenails and a reptile belly that’s yellow! Now then, what box is it in?!”&lt;br /&gt;“The small box!” said Little Jen.&lt;br /&gt;“Wrong!” said Baby Squirrel. and Little Jen blew up! “The answer is: in the big Box! Next Box! In one of these boxes, there is a Super Calcium Bar! It is brown with dots of chocolate on it that is dark brown! It’s wrapper is blue with words on it that say Super Chocolate Calcium Bar! And on the back is the ingredients list, and the logo for the Super Calcium Bar company! Now then, what box is it in?!”&lt;br /&gt;“The medium box!” said Tiny Jen.&lt;br /&gt;“Wrong!” said Baby Squirrel. and Tiny Jen blew up! “The answer is: in the small box! Last box! In one of these boxes, there is a big jen! It is blue with no nostrils! It has a short nose! It’s eyes are green! And now, for the last time, what box is it in?!”&lt;br /&gt;“The medium box!” said Spike Slug.&lt;br /&gt;“Wrong!” said Baby Squirrel. and Spike Slug blew up! “The answer is: in the medium box! Ha ha ha!”&lt;br /&gt;Then Baby Squirrel blew up and that is… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The weekly blog of Maxwell DiMarco (www.maxwelldimarco.com), seven year old author and artist, of the graphic novel "Baby Squirrel is in Town" and other books and CDs.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714659246604699753-71299094987413124?l=maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/feeds/71299094987413124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714659246604699753&amp;postID=71299094987413124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/71299094987413124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/71299094987413124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-is-it-game-show.html' title='The What Is It?? Game Show'/><author><name>Maxwell Kier DiMarco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937726475561652197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fUjbfT3sq4/SZt2LLhXL0I/AAAAAAAAABI/4FQFL2nv6Zg/S220/max.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714659246604699753.post-8573349007889079624</id><published>2010-12-30T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T14:42:54.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Giant Squirrel</title><content type='html'>One day, Baby Squirrel was giant.&lt;br /&gt;  “I’m a giant squirrel,” sang Baby Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;  “You bad Squirrel!” screamed Daddy Squirrel. “Get small now!”&lt;br /&gt;  “No,” said Baby Squirrel, and he then got shot.&lt;br /&gt;  “That’ll teach  you,” said Mommy  Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;  Later…&lt;br /&gt;  “I’m a giant squirrel, too!” sang New Baby Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;  “Don’t start!” screamed Mommy Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;  “Too late!” mocked New Baby Squirrel, and he got killed.&lt;br /&gt;  “Take that, New Baby Squirrel!” said Daddy Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;  But later…&lt;br /&gt;  “I am the biggest squirrel of them all!!!” laughed a enormous squirrel, and it crushed a building with it’s foot!&lt;br /&gt;  “Quick! Stop that squirrel!” screamed Spike Slug.&lt;br /&gt;  “You cannot stop me, slug!” mocked the giant squirrel. “I am unbeatable!”&lt;br /&gt;  “Who says?!” screamed Daddy Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;  “I do!” said the giant squirrel, and it charged at Daddy Squirrel!&lt;br /&gt;“Bow to the big!” laughed the giant squirrel, but then… Mommy Squirrel shot it.&lt;br /&gt;  “Oh no.” moaned Baby Squirrel who was in a giant squirrel robot with New Baby Squirrel. “I think we’re in trouble.”&lt;br /&gt;  “Yes, you are,” said Daddy Squirrel. And he kicked them into the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The weekly blog of Maxwell DiMarco (www.maxwelldimarco.com), seven year old author and artist, of the graphic novel "Baby Squirrel is in Town" and other books and CDs.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714659246604699753-8573349007889079624?l=maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/feeds/8573349007889079624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714659246604699753&amp;postID=8573349007889079624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/8573349007889079624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/8573349007889079624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/2010/12/big-squirrel.html' title='The Giant Squirrel'/><author><name>Maxwell Kier DiMarco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937726475561652197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fUjbfT3sq4/SZt2LLhXL0I/AAAAAAAAABI/4FQFL2nv6Zg/S220/max.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714659246604699753.post-2700702515590801524</id><published>2010-12-30T15:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T15:21:39.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slug in a Rug</title><content type='html'>One evening, Baby Squirrel wanted to make a Slug Rug.&lt;br /&gt;    “Spike Slug?” asked Baby Squirrel. “Will you please get in my Slug Rug?”  &lt;br /&gt;    “Sure,” said Spike Slug. and he got into the Slug Rug.&lt;br /&gt;    “Thank you,” said Baby Squirrel, but then, he sealed Spike Slug inside! “Ha ha ha!” laughed Baby Squirrel. “Now I will be the ruler of all slugs! Ha ha ha!”&lt;br /&gt;    Later…&lt;br /&gt;    “What a nice sunset,” said Spike Slug’s cousin.&lt;br /&gt;    “Hi there,” said Baby Squirrel. “Could you get in my Slug Rug, please?”&lt;br /&gt;    “No thank you,” said Spike Slug’s cousin. “I’m going to visit my cousin, Small Slug!”&lt;br /&gt;    “Okay,” said Baby Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;    “Bye bye Baby Squirrel,” said Spike Slug’s cousin, and he walked down the road.&lt;br /&gt;    “That’s it!” said Baby Squirrel, and he got in a tank and began to chase Spike Slug’s cousin.&lt;br /&gt;    But then, the tank toppled over and fell down the hill.&lt;br /&gt;    Boom.&lt;br /&gt;    “Oh no! screamed Spike Slug’s cousin, and he ran down the hill. “Are you hurt Baby Squirrel?” he asked.&lt;br /&gt;    “Yes. In many places.” said Baby Squirrel. “But I won’t be if you get in my Slug Rug,”&lt;br /&gt;    “Sorry Baby Squirrel, I can’t,” said Spike Slug’s cousin. “I have to go to Small Slug’s house!” and he went down the road.&lt;br /&gt;    “I have had it with him!” said Baby Squirrel. and he charged at Spike Slug’s cousin! &lt;br /&gt;    But then, Spike Slug got in his way!&lt;br /&gt;    “Hey!” gasped Baby Squirrel. “How did you get out?!”&lt;br /&gt;    “That Spike Slug was a fake!” said Spike Slug.&lt;br /&gt;    “Busted,” moaned Baby Squirrel, as he was punched into the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The weekly blog of Maxwell DiMarco (www.maxwelldimarco.com), seven year old author and artist, of the graphic novel "Baby Squirrel is in Town" and other books and CDs.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714659246604699753-2700702515590801524?l=maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/feeds/2700702515590801524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714659246604699753&amp;postID=2700702515590801524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/2700702515590801524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/2700702515590801524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/2010/12/slug-in-rug.html' title='Slug in a Rug'/><author><name>Maxwell Kier DiMarco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937726475561652197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fUjbfT3sq4/SZt2LLhXL0I/AAAAAAAAABI/4FQFL2nv6Zg/S220/max.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714659246604699753.post-982277479659763733</id><published>2010-12-30T15:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T15:20:04.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Jen’s Blog</title><content type='html'>One day Big Jen was eating.&lt;br /&gt;“Mmmmm, cake. Mmmmm, ice cream. MMMMMMMMMMM, all of that is good! said Big Jen.&lt;br /&gt;Just then, Big Jen saw a cookie.&lt;br /&gt;“A COOKIE!!!!” screamed Big Jen.&lt;br /&gt;He took a bit, and took a bite of it.&lt;br /&gt;“OOOOOOOWWWWW!!!!!” screamed Big Jen. “No cookie will get the best of me!”&lt;br /&gt;He then put the cookie in the washer to soften it up.&lt;br /&gt;“Ha!” said Big Jen. “That will tech that bad cookie!”&lt;br /&gt;Then he took it out and saw that it was still hard.&lt;br /&gt;“Curse that cookie!” screamed Big Jen.&lt;br /&gt;Just then, he had a idea!&lt;br /&gt;“I know what to do!” said Big Jen.&lt;br /&gt;Then he put the cookie on his head. (No, he did not know what to do.)&lt;br /&gt;“That doesn’t  work,” moaned Big Jen. “That cookie stinks!”&lt;br /&gt;But then he got his best idea yet!&lt;br /&gt;“I got it this time!” laughed Big Jen.&lt;br /&gt;Then he got a blender and hit the cookie with it. (He has a small brain.)&lt;br /&gt;Then Tiny Jen came over.&lt;br /&gt;“Hey!” said Tiny Jen. “Why are you smacking my brick with a blender?”&lt;br /&gt;“Brick?!” screamed Big Jen. “Would it taste bad if I had eaten it, then?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The weekly blog of Maxwell DiMarco (www.maxwelldimarco.com), seven year old author and artist, of the graphic novel "Baby Squirrel is in Town" and other books and CDs.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714659246604699753-982277479659763733?l=maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/feeds/982277479659763733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714659246604699753&amp;postID=982277479659763733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/982277479659763733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/982277479659763733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/2010/12/big-jens-blog.html' title='Big Jen’s Blog'/><author><name>Maxwell Kier DiMarco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937726475561652197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fUjbfT3sq4/SZt2LLhXL0I/AAAAAAAAABI/4FQFL2nv6Zg/S220/max.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714659246604699753.post-1416979467512783177</id><published>2010-12-29T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T17:47:51.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Jen of Dumbness</title><content type='html'>One day, Little Jen began his day with a hot cup of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;    “I’ve been frantic for some coffee all night,” said Little Jen. “I can’t believe that my tongue didn’t extend and made me some coffee in the night!”  &lt;br /&gt;    Just then, Baby Squirrel came down stairs complaining at the top of his lungs.&lt;br /&gt;    “But how on Baby Squirrel World do you expect me to calculate the difference between the Jen of Dumbness and the Jen of Smartness, Mommy Squirrel?!” complained Baby Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;             “Because the Jen of Smartness is smarter then the Jen of Dumbness,” moaned Mommy Squirrel. “I’m sick of this routine of yours that you think will get you out of doing your homework!” &lt;br /&gt;    “But I dread homework!” whined Baby Squirrel, and he got punched into the air. &lt;br /&gt;    Meanwhile…      &lt;br /&gt;    “Is the wall sturdy yet?” asked Tiny Jen.&lt;br /&gt;    “Don’t worry.” said Eggman, who was fixing the wall with Eggman Robot.&lt;br /&gt;    “Yea,” said Eggman Robot. “If we don’t fix this wall, the first initial of our names is Z!”&lt;br /&gt;    And then, the wall fell on their heads.&lt;br /&gt;    “Hi Zggman and Zggman Robot.” moaned Tiny Jen.&lt;br /&gt;    Back in the house…&lt;br /&gt;    “Oh no!” screamed New Baby Squirrel, who was playing Super Squirrel To The Rescue. “It’s a ambush!” and then he got a game over. “Rats,” grumbled New Baby Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    Meanwhile, in a circus…    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    “I hope I’m sturdy enough not to fall.” shivered Baby Jen, who was on a over-sized ball.&lt;br /&gt;    “Now Baby Jen will leap from the ball!” said the announcer.&lt;br /&gt;    “Not in your life!” said Baby Jen, and he held onto the ball with all his might.&lt;br /&gt;    “Mommy Squirrel, I’m going to employ you.” said the Boss Jen of the circus.  &lt;br /&gt;    “WAIT A MOMENT!!!!!!!” screamed Mommy Squirrel. “I don’t want to be in the circus! I never even tried out for the job!”&lt;br /&gt;    “Yield you villain!” screamed Baby Squirrel to Copy, who he was fighting on the tight rope. &lt;br /&gt;    “Never!” said Copy. “I’ll just stun you with my dumbness!” but then he fell off the tight rope and landed KERSPLAT on the ground. &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    Meanwhile, back at home…&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    “Daddy Squirrel!” screamed Oomgoo Squirrel. “You must contribute all your food to the Oomgoo Squirrel fan club!” &lt;br /&gt;    “What does contribute mean?” asked Daddy Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;    “Umm…” said Oomgoo Squirrel. “To help out, or give to a project or person.”&lt;br /&gt;    “Oh,” said Daddy Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    On a stage in the living room…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    “I’m the squirrel. I’m the squirrel.” sang Baby Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;    “What a dumb way to end this blog.” grumbled 76 Octo, who’d randomly appeared in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The weekly blog of Maxwell DiMarco (www.maxwelldimarco.com), seven year old author and artist, of the graphic novel "Baby Squirrel is in Town" and other books and CDs.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714659246604699753-1416979467512783177?l=maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/feeds/1416979467512783177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714659246604699753&amp;postID=1416979467512783177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/1416979467512783177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/1416979467512783177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/2010/12/jen-of-dumbness.html' title='The Jen of Dumbness'/><author><name>Maxwell Kier DiMarco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937726475561652197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fUjbfT3sq4/SZt2LLhXL0I/AAAAAAAAABI/4FQFL2nv6Zg/S220/max.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714659246604699753.post-5919037702947938450</id><published>2010-12-29T17:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T17:37:15.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sleepless Night</title><content type='html'>One night, Baby Squirrel heard a sound.&lt;br /&gt;    “Extraordinary!” said Tiny Jen, who had heard the sound too, as she rushed down the stairs and out into the yard.&lt;br /&gt;    “Back to bed. It’s just Tiny Jen you heard, Baby Squirrel.” yawned Spike Slug, who was sleeping in Baby Squirrel’s room tonight. &lt;br /&gt;    “I know,” said Baby Squirrel. “But the last time someone was sleeping in my room and I heard a sound, it turned out that Eggman and Eggman Robot were trying to get Oomgoo Squirrel out of my stomach by scaring me so much I’d cough him out. Or something like that.”&lt;br /&gt;    “Okay, that’s great and all, but go to sleep.” yawned Spike Slug, and he was asleep as soon as his head touched the pillow.&lt;br /&gt;    “Fine, you careless slug.” grumbled Baby Squirrel, but before he could drift into dream land, he heard a chant.&lt;br /&gt;    “Giant nene, toasted cat, fix up a bone with a yellow tooth hat, and of the bats of the Squirrel Yard, if any one sees us, we’ll hit them hard! He he he he!” said voices that seemed to be coming from outside the house!&lt;br /&gt;    “Great slugs!” gasped Spike Slug, and he leapt out of bed! “B-b-baby Squirrel! Go kill whoever said that! You’re the heroic one!”&lt;br /&gt;    But Baby Squirrel was hiding under the bed, and showed no sign of coming out.&lt;br /&gt;    Just then, Mommy Squirrel rushed into the room! “Guys!” screamed Mommy Squirrel. “You won’t believe this, but something is coming into the house!”&lt;br /&gt;    “Let’s just take a quick peek.” said Baby Squirrel, who had come out from under the bed. &lt;br /&gt;    They all peeked around the door frame. And the front door began opening of it’s own accord!&lt;br /&gt;    “Oh my toxic pies.” gasped Mommy Squirrel, as into the house, came ten witches!&lt;br /&gt;    “Look!” screamed Spike Slug, who pointed to the door, where they could just see the tip of Tiny Jen’s nose picking out from behind the door. “The witches have put Tiny Jen under a horrible spell!” &lt;br /&gt;    “Oh nooooooooooooooo!” sobbed Baby Squirrel, as he fell to the floor in a faint.&lt;br /&gt;    “You shouldn’t have said that, Spike Slug,” said Mommy Squirrel. “You made him faint from despair.”&lt;br /&gt;    “But not for long!” said Baby Squirrel, who had woken up. “I know what we must do! Call Daddy Squirrel! He can help us get some stuff to make a blockade to keep the witches out!”&lt;br /&gt;    “Good idea.” said Spike Slug, and he took out of his shell his cell phone, and called Daddy Squirrel, who was staying at Goron Mountain. (Even though Goron Mountain was right outside Baby Squirrel’s house, they didn’t have time to climb all the way up, so they called Daddy Squirrel on Spike Slug’s cell phone to save time.)&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    Meanwhile…&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    “You are now the sumo champion!” said Baby Gor Coron to Daddy Squirrel, who had been fighting gorons in sumo matches since midnight. “Congratulations Brother!”&lt;br /&gt;    Just then, Daddy Squirrel’s cell phone rang.&lt;br /&gt;    “A cell phone?” said Darbis. “Technology is taking over faster then anyone could think it could.” he said, as two gorons got some lemonade from a lemonade stand run by the giant goron.&lt;br /&gt;    “One moment,” apologized Daddy Squirrel, and he turned on his cell phone. “Yeeeeeees?”&lt;br /&gt;    “Daddy Squirrel, it’s me, Spike Slug, and you have to help us!” screamed Spike Slug’s voice over the cell phone. “Ten witches have Tiny Jen under a spell, and are probably going to put us under one next! Bring wood, lots of wood! And bring the Gorons if you like! Gotta go. Bye!” and then he hung up.&lt;br /&gt;    “…” said Daddy Squirrel. “Uh, I think we’d better get down there, guys.”&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    In the kitchen of Baby Squirrel’s house…&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    “And here’s the bread.” said Tiny Jen, who had been giving out food to all the witches. (No, she’s not under any spell.)&lt;br /&gt;    “Thanks, Tiny Jen,” said the lead witch. “You have no idea how long these ceremonies take! By the time we’re done, the lunch we pack for later is usually cold. This is the best after ceremony snack I’ve ever had!”&lt;br /&gt;    “Why thank you,” said Tiny Jen. “I’ve never had a witch ceremony in our backyard, so I wanted to make a good first impression.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Later, outside in the backyard near Baby Squirrel’s bedroom window…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    “You know, this does look like a witch ceremony took place here.” said Daddy Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;    Just then, ten more witches flew in the kitchen window! &lt;br /&gt;    “I think their still coming, brother!” said Baby Gor Coron.&lt;br /&gt;    “Quick! Someone elevate me to Baby Squirrel’s window!” demanded Daddy Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;    “Which window?” asked Darbis.&lt;br /&gt;    “His bedroom window!” said Daddy Squirrel, and two seconds later, he was tossed into Baby Squirrel’s bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;    “Nice of you to join us.” said Spike Slug, who had called his cousin, who had come with his possession bugs, who had brought the Youshis and Eggman and Eggman Robot, so the Bulborbs were feeling left out, and they had come too with Little Squirrel and Checkered Pajamas, who had brought the buggys, who had brought Mayor Squirrel, the Twin Werewolf Jens, Face Slug and King Raven, and while all that was going on, The Koopalings sneaked in with New Baby Squirrel, and now Spike Slug’s cousin and his possession bugs and Checkered Pajamas were all in Baby Squirrel’s toy cars, trying to keep Tiny Jen and fifty more witches including the lead witch from coming in the room, Baby Squirrel’s blocks were in the shape of a castle and a dwarf red bulbord named Elvis was on top of it, Sister Youshi was ridding Youshi towards Little Squirrel with a hand made lance, Mayor Squirrel had just thought of how his watch was now pointless to look at for the time in Spook City, because he was on the other side of the world, the twin werewolf jens were reading some of Baby Squirrel’s comics, and getting a good laugh out of them, (and that’s kind of rare, because they almost never laugh.) Face Slug was flying King Raven out of the house, (By now you’re probably stumped on where you fist meet Mayor Squirrel, The Twin Werewolf Jens, Face Slug and King Raven. They are not in any blogs yet other then this one, but might be later on.) Baby Squirrel’s train tracks went into the hall, down the stairs, over a witch’s hat, into the fridge, and had a turn table on the table, where the buggys were spinning round and round again in their choo choo train, New Baby Squirrel was in Baby Squirrel’s 18 ton box of Squirrel Soda, and telling Tiny Jen and the witches not to come any closer, Ludwig was playing with Baby Squirrel’s new chemistry set, Lemmy and Iggy were balancing on Baby Squirrel’s two balls he got for his birthday, Wendy-o was jumping on Mommy Squirrel’s head, Larry was playing hide and seek with Eggman Robot and Roy, and had crawled into Baby Squirrel’s toy circus, Mortron and Eggman were trying to get the giant Goron into the room through the window, and Bowser Jr. was eating Baby Squirrel’s midnight snack cookies.&lt;br /&gt;    “LISTEN TO WHAT I HAVE TO SAY, OR I’LL GET SOME ZOMBIE MISSIONARIES TO CRUSH YOU ALL INTO DIRT IN A CONSTRUCTION SITE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” screamed Tiny Jen at the top of her lungs. Everyone stopped for a second. “The witches do not have me under a spell, I was just giving them cookies and food!” This made everyone stop short.  &lt;br /&gt;    “You fools are a disgrace!” screamed the lead witch. “And for that, you must all pay!”&lt;br /&gt;    Then the witches chanted the same chant Baby Squirrel had heard them chant before, only the ending was different: “Giant nene, toasted cat, fix up a bone with a yellow tooth hat, and of the bats of the Squirrel Yard, if any one sees us, we’ll hit them hard! Hocus pocus!”&lt;br /&gt;    Then everyone who wasn’t Tiny Jen or a witch in the house froze in place, and then, Tiny Jen and the witches got into Baby Squirrel’s bed, and fell asleep, while everyone else in the house…did not sleep a wink all night.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The weekly blog of Maxwell DiMarco (www.maxwelldimarco.com), seven year old author and artist, of the graphic novel "Baby Squirrel is in Town" and other books and CDs.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714659246604699753-5919037702947938450?l=maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/feeds/5919037702947938450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714659246604699753&amp;postID=5919037702947938450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/5919037702947938450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/5919037702947938450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/2010/12/sleepless-night.html' title='The Sleepless Night'/><author><name>Maxwell Kier DiMarco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937726475561652197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fUjbfT3sq4/SZt2LLhXL0I/AAAAAAAAABI/4FQFL2nv6Zg/S220/max.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714659246604699753.post-6950316420771943746</id><published>2010-12-29T17:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T14:30:39.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The House that fell Apart</title><content type='html'>One day Baby Squirrel was eating Breakfast when his fork got jammed in the heater vent.&lt;br /&gt;   “Oh no,” moaned Baby Squirrel. “How could I have been so unaware of my fork that it got stuck in the heater vent?”&lt;br /&gt;   So he pulled, and the house fell down.&lt;br /&gt;   “Oh great,” said Daddy Squirrel, who was stuck under the right wall of the house. “Now I’m going to be quite thinner when I get out from under here,”&lt;br /&gt;   “Hey!” said Baby Jen, who was standing near him. “At least the blender is okay,”&lt;br /&gt;   “I don’t care about the blender!!!” screamed Daddy Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;   Meanwhile…&lt;br /&gt;   “Wow Eggman,” said Eggman Robot. “It’s a good thing that our house is still unbroken,”&lt;br /&gt;   “And for that we should be thankful,” said Eggman.&lt;br /&gt;   “Come on!” screamed Mommy Squirrel, who was stepping over some rubble. “We have to repair the house if we don’t want to sleep outside tonight!”&lt;br /&gt;   “Oops,” said Baby Jen. “I just smashed the table. So if you need me, I’ll be fixing the table. I can’t work,”&lt;br /&gt;   Then Mommy Squirrel punched him into the sky!&lt;br /&gt;   “That’s uncommon,” said Eggman. “Not!!!”&lt;br /&gt;   “Well it’s not unknown at least to us,” shivered Eggman Robot. “I mean the punched into the sky sentence. There should be a sticker of that sentence! What creativity that would be!”&lt;br /&gt;   The end.&lt;br /&gt;   “The ratings of this Blog is just like a waterfall spilling great things!” said Spike Slug. “I’m so glad I’m standing where I am now! Because I’m the first to see our ratings!”&lt;br /&gt;   Crack!&lt;br /&gt;   “What was that?!” asked Baby Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;   “RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!!!!! screamed Daddy Squirrel. “THE SKY IS SPLITTING!!!!!!!”&lt;br /&gt;   “Oh no,” moaned Baby Squirrel and Spike Slug, as the sky fell on their  heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The weekly blog of Maxwell DiMarco (www.maxwelldimarco.com), seven year old author and artist, of the graphic novel "Baby Squirrel is in Town" and other books and CDs.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714659246604699753-6950316420771943746?l=maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/feeds/6950316420771943746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714659246604699753&amp;postID=6950316420771943746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/6950316420771943746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/6950316420771943746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/2010/12/house-that-fell-apart.html' title='The House that fell Apart'/><author><name>Maxwell Kier DiMarco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937726475561652197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fUjbfT3sq4/SZt2LLhXL0I/AAAAAAAAABI/4FQFL2nv6Zg/S220/max.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714659246604699753.post-6390180992423204718</id><published>2010-12-29T17:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T14:28:30.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Jen's Best</title><content type='html'>Heeeeeeeeeellllllloooooo!!!!! sang Little Jen. “I am at my very best writing  mood! I have made a official blog! Annnnnnnd now, requested by Little Jen—&lt;br /&gt;“Now would be a good time to go to the Kitchen to have dinner,” moaned Tiny Jen.&lt;br /&gt;“Sponsored by Little Jen!” continued Little Jen. “Reviewed by Little Jen! Made official by President Little Jen! Aired by the very same person that requested, reviewed, and sponsors this blog! Little Jen Productions presents…Little Jen’s Best!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter One: The detailing of the squirrel statue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, there was a social gathering because I was getting my dumbest jen trophy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey!” screamed Little Jen. “It wasn’t my dumbest jen trophy! It was my smartest jen trophy! Who changed that?!”&lt;br /&gt;“Ah, who cares?” said New Baby Squirrel, who hid some paint behind his back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It is a huge honor to except this dumbest jen trophy that I won,” I said. “I just don’t know what to say.”&lt;br /&gt;Just then, Baby Squirrel ran onto the stage, out of breath!&lt;br /&gt;“Help help!!!!” screamed Baby Squirrel. “The squirrel statue in the museum’s tail is gone!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That is not appropriate!” said some random squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But out of site of everyone, the evil Dr. Jen quietly snuck into his U.F.O., and blasted off into space.&lt;br /&gt;But I saw the villain take off!&lt;br /&gt; “Look!” I screamed. “Dr. Jen just took a special ring from the museum!”                                                                                           &lt;br /&gt; “Ha ha ha!” laughed Dr. Jen. “You can’t stop my conquest of the world!”&lt;br /&gt;And then, disaster struck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Gee,” said Tiny Jen. “That’s pretty good. Now what happens next?”&lt;br /&gt;“Well,” sighed Little Jen. “I didn’t write that. I thought that Dr. Jen could just take the ring, and that would be the end.”&lt;br /&gt;Then Little Jen got smashed by a hammer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter Two: The battle for The Currency Cat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ha ha ha!” laughed Dr. Jen. “You can’t stop my conquest of the world!”&lt;br /&gt;And then, disaster struck!&lt;br /&gt;Missiles began blowing up all the signs with cursive writing on them in the world!&lt;br /&gt;“We have to stop him!” said Baby Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;“I concur!” agreed Spike Slug.&lt;br /&gt;This is only the beginning! laughed Dr. Jen. Next I will threaten to declaw The Currency Cat unless it gives me all it’s money! And I will not be a donor to anyone! Wha ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh no,” said Little Jen. “I forgot my quotation marks.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“This is only the beginning!” laughed Dr. Jen. “Next I will threaten to declaw The Currency Cat unless it gives me all it’s money! And I will not be a donor to anyone! Wha ha ha!”&lt;br /&gt;“He might give us some money,” said Baby Jen. “But it would be artificial.”&lt;br /&gt;“Think about the current problem we have!” I screamed. “We have to defrost the Mecha Squirrel! Only that can stop him!”&lt;br /&gt;“I now crown myself king of Baby Squirrel World!” laughed Dr. Jen, who had all the Currency Cat’s money.&lt;br /&gt;“Then it’s time to dethrone you,” I said, who was in the Mecha Squirrel. And then, I smashed Dr. Jen to Arizona, and Dr. Jen was killed from a fall all the way down into The Grand Canyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter Three: Victory for Little Jen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day there was much need for celebration. Not only was Dr. Jen gone for good, but Tiny Jen and Little Jen were married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Little Jen.&lt;br /&gt;We, at Squirrel’s Big Books think that your story is great! We will publish it in two days, and you will get paid 100,999,090 dollars!&lt;br /&gt;sincerely, Big Jen.&lt;br /&gt;“Wow!” gasped Little Jen. “Did you hear that guys? I’m now better then any of you! Wha ha ha ha!”&lt;br /&gt;“There’s something else down there at the bottom of the letter.” said Tiny Jen.&lt;br /&gt;“Oh great.” moaned Little Jen.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. April fools!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The weekly blog of Maxwell DiMarco (www.maxwelldimarco.com), seven year old author and artist, of the graphic novel "Baby Squirrel is in Town" and other books and CDs.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714659246604699753-6390180992423204718?l=maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/feeds/6390180992423204718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714659246604699753&amp;postID=6390180992423204718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/6390180992423204718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/6390180992423204718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/2010/12/little-jens-best.html' title='Little Jen&apos;s Best'/><author><name>Maxwell Kier DiMarco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937726475561652197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fUjbfT3sq4/SZt2LLhXL0I/AAAAAAAAABI/4FQFL2nv6Zg/S220/max.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714659246604699753.post-6022551639330844076</id><published>2010-12-29T17:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T18:09:37.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Jen's New Blog</title><content type='html'>“Hello again,” said Little Jen. “I have made yet another blog! And this time, I’m ready with new ideas! So now, (you know what’s coming.) prepare for…Little Jen’s New Blog!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter one: Attack Of The Tiger King&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One dark and stormy night, Mommy Squirrel was woken up by a sound from downstairs!&lt;br /&gt; “Daddy Squirrel,” whispered Mommy Squirrel. “Did you hear that?”&lt;br /&gt;“Yes I did,” whispered back Daddy Squirrel. “Someone must have broken into the house!”&lt;br /&gt;And then, to their terror, a tiger walked in the bedroom door!&lt;br /&gt;They recognized it as the Tiger King, A monster who steals all the shoes in the house! (Also, some times, it steals spectacles.)&lt;br /&gt;“Oh please don’t steal all our shoes mister Tiger King!” sobbed Daddy Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey!” screamed Daddy Squirrel. “Little Jen, I’ve been listening to your blog, and I don’t like how you make me and Mommy Squirrel look!”&lt;br /&gt;“Okay, okay!” said Little Jen. “I’ll make you guys look smarter!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter two: Misfortune For The Tiger King&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“BOO!” screamed Mommy Squirrel, giving the Tiger King quite a fright!&lt;br /&gt;And in that time that the Tiger King was stunned with fear, Daddy Squirrel punched the monster right in the nose!&lt;br /&gt;“Ow!” screamed the Tiger King, and out of the tiger costume came Eggman! “Curse you, Daddy Squirrel!” And he jumped out the window, fell down two stories of the house, and then hit the ground and was killed right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But that’s sad!” sobbed Eggman Robot.&lt;br /&gt;“Fine!” screamed Little Jen. “I’ll change that part!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ow!” screamed the Tiger King, and out of the tiger costume came Eggman! “Curse you, Daddy Squirrel!” And he jumped out the window and landed on a hay stack. “I’ll be back!” he screamed as he ran away.&lt;br /&gt;“Good job, Daddy Squirrel!” said Mommy Squirrel. “We’ve identified the Tiger King as a phony!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter three: Invasion Of The License Shaped Aliens From Pluto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, everyone in the house heard a stick of dynamite go off somewhere in the hall!&lt;br /&gt;But when they went to inspect it, it was just me burpingx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hold it,” said Little Jen. “I think I misspelled burping.”&lt;br /&gt;“Then fix it!” said Baby Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;“Be patient,” moaned Little Jen. “Don’t misjudge my spell checking. It takes time!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when they went to inspect it, it was just me burping.&lt;br /&gt;But then, Big Jen rushed in the door!&lt;br /&gt;“Guys!” gasped Big Jen. “I apologize for coming so late, but you know about the foot ball game that’s scheduled for tonight, right? Well, I was a spectator there, and I was full of excitement, but then a U.F.O. landed and then aliens shaped like drivers licenses got out and analyzed the foot ball! I thought that the prospect of that being real was zero! And now that I’ve enlightened you, did any of you do that?”&lt;br /&gt;The endwh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That wasn’t too bad,” said Tiny Jen when Little Jen showed her his blog. “But the end had a misprint.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The weekly blog of Maxwell DiMarco (www.maxwelldimarco.com), seven year old author and artist, of the graphic novel "Baby Squirrel is in Town" and other books and CDs.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714659246604699753-6022551639330844076?l=maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/feeds/6022551639330844076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714659246604699753&amp;postID=6022551639330844076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/6022551639330844076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/6022551639330844076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/2010/12/little-jens-new-blog.html' title='Little Jen&apos;s New Blog'/><author><name>Maxwell Kier DiMarco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937726475561652197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fUjbfT3sq4/SZt2LLhXL0I/AAAAAAAAABI/4FQFL2nv6Zg/S220/max.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714659246604699753.post-330398805332546338</id><published>2010-12-29T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T14:22:47.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Jen's Sequel</title><content type='html'>“I’m back,” said Little Jen. “And I’ve been thinking about my blogs, and I had a great idea! I’ll make a sequel! So now… prepare for… Little Jen’s Sequel!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter One: The Biannual Big Jen Tongue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, everyone woke up to a horrible scream!&lt;br /&gt;   “Oh nooooooo!” screamed Big Jen. “My tongue is in my mouth and a baseball league is on it! Oh nooooooooo!”&lt;br /&gt;   Then I hit him over the head with a trombone!&lt;br /&gt;   “Ow.” said Big Jen, and he blew up.&lt;br /&gt;   Just then, Baby Squirrel had an odd look in his eye.&lt;br /&gt;   “I sense a disruption in the peace of Baby Squirrel world.” said Baby Squirrel mysteriously.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   “Hey!” screamed Baby Squirrel. “What am I in this blog? A peace disruption sensor?!”&lt;br /&gt;   “Yes.” said Little Jen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter Two: Copy’s Biweekly Bicycle Shop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Everyone ran outside just in time to see Copy zoom by in what appeared to be a bicycle shop with wheels!&lt;br /&gt;   “I know that shop!” I screamed. “That is Copy’s bimonthly bicycle shop!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   “Oops,” said Little Jen. “That was a mistake.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I know that shop!” I screamed. “That is Copy’s biweekly bicycle shop!”&lt;br /&gt;   “Wha ha ha ha!” laughed Copy. “You solar buffalo soldiers will never stop me!”&lt;br /&gt;   And then he tossed his telescope at the heroic caped jen (me) and his friends!&lt;br /&gt;   But then, a volcano erupted, blasting Copy into the sky!&lt;br /&gt;   “Now I’ll never eat my last doughnut!” screamed Copy. “I hate that je— But then he put a rupture in the moon, interrupting what he was going to say (Because he was dead).&lt;br /&gt;   “Well,” I said. “I guess that from now on there will be a global hole in the moon, but it was worth it!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter Three: Happily Ever After&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   The next day there was much need for celebration. Not only was Copy gone for good, but Tiny Jen and Little Jen (me.) were married. And then, Tiny Jen—&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   “Hit Little Jen on the head for making me so stupid in his blog!” screamed Tiny Jen, and she punched Little Jen into the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The weekly blog of Maxwell DiMarco (www.maxwelldimarco.com), seven year old author and artist, of the graphic novel "Baby Squirrel is in Town" and other books and CDs.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714659246604699753-330398805332546338?l=maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/feeds/330398805332546338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714659246604699753&amp;postID=330398805332546338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/330398805332546338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/330398805332546338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/2010/12/little-jens-sequel.html' title='Little Jen&apos;s Sequel'/><author><name>Maxwell Kier DiMarco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937726475561652197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fUjbfT3sq4/SZt2LLhXL0I/AAAAAAAAABI/4FQFL2nv6Zg/S220/max.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714659246604699753.post-6142445442225581178</id><published>2010-12-29T17:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T14:34:13.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Jen TV</title><content type='html'>“Hi everybody! I’m Big Jen!” said Big Jen, who was on top of a fake giant TV. “And I’m here today to tell you about Channel Big Jen TV!”&lt;br /&gt;  “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” said Tiny Jen, who was watching the All Exciting Channel.  “There’s no such thing as Channel Big Jen TV.”&lt;br /&gt;  “There is now!” screamed Big Jen. “And Channel Big Jen TV is all about me! And now… I’ll give you today’s schedule for all the movies you’ll see today on Channel Big Jen TV, so listen good!”&lt;br /&gt;  Then, all the TVs in the world changed to Channel Big Jen TV!&lt;br /&gt;  “Thank you, thank you!” said Deceptive Destructive Derby Berby, who was behind a desk. “I’ll now tell you the schedule for Channel Big Jen TV today. At 1:00 am., there’s a new series: Super Jen! At 1:30 am., there’s another dramatic episode of The Wonders of Medical Miracles! Watch as Dr. Jen cures a bad case of laziness! Did I mention it was a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bad&lt;/span&gt; case of laziness? At 2:oo am., the Squirrel Hunter searches for the rare Giant Squirrels that had been sighted in 16,000 different places, with ninety kajillion in every place! At 2:30 am. Rainbow Squirrel Crunchies (Rainbow Squirrel Crunchies are a kind of cereal that are shaped like rainbows and squirrels that can be all the colors of the rainbow that is made on Baby Squirrel World.) meets beef when Cooking Jen makes Rainbow Cow Delight! Yuck. At 3:00 am., a new game show called Wheel of Stupidity! At 3:30 am., a comedy called: How I Met Your Dog! At  4:00 am., the news jen shows us a house that is shaped like a popsicle! The late movie is The Giant Squirrel Destroys New York and the late late movie is The Invasion of the Cookie Swapping Bunnies from Asteroid 19! Okay now, we’ll be right back after this.” and then he passed out.&lt;br /&gt;  “Buy Jen Muscle Take Awayer Soap! The only soap that takes away muscles!” said Big Jen on the TV, who was lifting five specks of dust.&lt;br /&gt;    “Aaaand now, it’s time for… Super Jen!” said a announcer on TV.&lt;br /&gt;  “Yay Super Jen!” cheered some jens on the TV, as Super Jen smashed a U.F.O. to bits!&lt;br /&gt;  “Take this, aliens!” said Super Jen, and he charged full force at the lead alien squirrel space ship!&lt;br /&gt;  “Fire! We’ll get that jen!” screamed the lead alien squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;  Then all the space ship’s cannons began to shoot at Super Jen!&lt;br /&gt;  “That’s pathetic!” laughed Super Jen, and he shot a blast of energy at the space ship, blasting it to pieces!”&lt;br /&gt;  “That didn’t even make sense!” fumed Tiny Jen. “Those alien squirrels were right there at the start! Shows don’t start with battles if the bad guys come out of nowhere with no story of why they’re there!”&lt;br /&gt;  “Aaaand now, it’s time for… The Wonders of Medical Miracles!” said the announcer.&lt;br /&gt;  “Doctor, I have a bad case of laziness!” moaned a squirrel, who was in bed and had put wheels on the bottom of it.&lt;br /&gt;  “Oh no! This is serious!” cried Dr. Jen, and he put the squirrel in a stretcher, and quickly pushed him into a room! “But I think if you take these pills twice a day, you should recover.”&lt;br /&gt;  “Whew! Thank you doctor!” sighed the squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;  “That started dramatic, but then the case was suddenly cured as easy as pie!” screamed Tiny Jen. “I thought it was a serious case!”&lt;br /&gt;  “Aaaand now, it’s time for… The Squirrel Hunter!” said the announcer.&lt;br /&gt;  “Where are those giant squirrels?” wondered the Squirrel Hunter, who was a jen with a hat, a short nose, and safari jacket, and he was in the jungle with his helpers. He looked under a leaf. “Not here,” He looked behind a tree. “Not here ether. Where could they be?” But then he saw them! They were eating his hat. “Oh. There they are.” moaned the Squirrel Hunter.&lt;br /&gt;  “They call that a good show?” grumbled Tiny Jen. “Although I liked the giant squirrels.”&lt;br /&gt;  “We’ll be right back after this!” said the announcer.&lt;br /&gt;  “Buy Big Jen Cookies! The only cookies shaped like me!” said Big Jen on the TV, who was eating Big Jen shaped cookies.&lt;br /&gt;  “Aaaand now, it’s time for… The Cooking Jen!” said the announcer.&lt;br /&gt;  “Thank you! Thank you very much!” said Big Jen, who had a chef hat on. “The first step to Rainbow Cow Delight is to mix one bag of Rainbow Squirrel Crunchies with a pound of beef together in a big bowl. Next, you pour the mix into a cupcake pan. Then you put it in the oven for five and a half minutes. Then last, you take out the now cupcake shaped beef and Rainbow Squirrel Crunchies and put one on a plate and enjoy! If you want it to look good, serve it with your best steak sauce on it, and give all the people at the table a can of Dr. Jalapeno on the side. This recipe serves twelve. Good night.” (Do not make this recipe, or else Eggman and Eggman Robot will blow up the world. Not! But don’t try this recipe anyway. It’s bad for you.)&lt;br /&gt;  “Okay, that’s it! I’ve had enough!” screamed Tiny Jen at the top of her lungs, and she smashed all the TVs in the world, and punched Big Jen into the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The weekly blog of Maxwell DiMarco (www.maxwelldimarco.com), seven year old author and artist, of the graphic novel "Baby Squirrel is in Town" and other books and CDs.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714659246604699753-6142445442225581178?l=maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/feeds/6142445442225581178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714659246604699753&amp;postID=6142445442225581178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/6142445442225581178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/6142445442225581178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/2010/12/big-jen-tv.html' title='Big Jen TV'/><author><name>Maxwell Kier DiMarco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937726475561652197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fUjbfT3sq4/SZt2LLhXL0I/AAAAAAAAABI/4FQFL2nv6Zg/S220/max.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714659246604699753.post-2465337699759733173</id><published>2010-12-29T17:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T17:25:04.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Squirrel’s Sandwich 2</title><content type='html'>“It’s Christmas once again Baby Squirrel. What do you want to do today?” asked Daddy Squirrel cheerfully.&lt;br /&gt;    “Make a sandwich.” said Baby Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;    “Oh no! Not again!” cried Storm Master, who had been watching them through the window with Cloudy. “Last time he made a sandwich, I was blown up into just my guts!”&lt;br /&gt;    “And I got relish put in my nostrils!” sobbed Cloudy. (You can find out more if you read “Baby Squirrel’s Sandwich”.) “Let’s get out of here!”&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    Meanwhile, back inside…&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    “The first step to making Baby Squirrel’s Super Envious Sandwich is to get two pieces of bread from the fridge,” said Baby Squirrel, and he got some bread from the fridge. “Next, you analyze them,” Baby Squirrel then got out some high tech goggles and analyzed the bread. “Now for step two you must be as agile as a squirrel at running,” and he rushed off. “Now as you rush past Little Jen, you grab him by his cape and put him in the sandwich,” and he grabbed Little Jen and put him in the sandwich, and squirted him all over with mustard. “Step three. You show your generosity to Moogoo Jen by not putting him in the sandwich yet, but you must make him listen to some worthless babble on the radio,” and he put Moogoo Jen in front of the radio and changed it to the all babble channel. “Next part of step three. You adopt a dog and tell him to eat Moogoo Jen, and then spit him onto the sandwich,” and he took Super Cookie and made him eat Moogoo Jen, and then Super Cookie spit Moogoo Jen onto Little Jen. “Step four. You kind of assist Daddy Squirrel by giving him a hair cut, and then you put him on top of Moogoo Jen, and stuff him full of that leftover turkey that we had last Thanksgiving,” and then he cut off all of Daddy Squirrel’s hair, stuffed his mouth full of some leftover turkey that he had last Thanksgiving, and put him on the sandwich. “Step five, you put Cloudy and Storm Master in a fatal captivity,” and he put Cloudy and Storm Master in a cage hanging by a chain above a pit of lava, and snapped the chain in half. “And finally, you take some genuine U.F.O.s, take out the aliens inside, paint them a drab color, and put them in the sandwich with their U.F.O.s, and last, just put on the bread,” just then, he saw what he had done. “Whoa! I guess I should have listened to the law the president made that banned my super envious sandwich from the cosmos.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The weekly blog of Maxwell DiMarco (www.maxwelldimarco.com), seven year old author and artist, of the graphic novel "Baby Squirrel is in Town" and other books and CDs.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714659246604699753-2465337699759733173?l=maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/feeds/2465337699759733173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714659246604699753&amp;postID=2465337699759733173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/2465337699759733173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/2465337699759733173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/2010/12/baby-squirrels-sandwich-2.html' title='Baby Squirrel’s Sandwich 2'/><author><name>Maxwell Kier DiMarco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937726475561652197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fUjbfT3sq4/SZt2LLhXL0I/AAAAAAAAABI/4FQFL2nv6Zg/S220/max.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714659246604699753.post-6125602006009130154</id><published>2010-12-29T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T17:24:03.785-08:00</updated><title type='text'>“Another Day at the Monster Café”</title><content type='html'>Tiny Jen was in the Monster Café.&lt;br /&gt;“Here’s your Bone Cake,” said Tiny Jen.&lt;br /&gt;“Thanks,” said Vampire Number Three.&lt;br /&gt;Just then, Tiny Jen smelled smoke!&lt;br /&gt;“Help!” screamed Vampire Number Two. “There’s a fire!”&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t worry, I’ll put out that fire!” vowed Tiny Jen.&lt;br /&gt;She ran into the kitchen, where Vampire Number Five was running in terror.&lt;br /&gt;“Stand back!” screamed Tiny Jen and she whipped out a fire extinguisher and quickly put the fire out!&lt;br /&gt;“Thanks,” said Vampire Number Five. “But our Monster Cookies are ashes!”&lt;br /&gt;“It’s okay,” said Tiny Jen. “Because I have more!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The weekly blog of Maxwell DiMarco (www.maxwelldimarco.com), seven year old author and artist, of the graphic novel "Baby Squirrel is in Town" and other books and CDs.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714659246604699753-6125602006009130154?l=maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/feeds/6125602006009130154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714659246604699753&amp;postID=6125602006009130154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/6125602006009130154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/6125602006009130154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/2010/12/another-day-at-monster-cafe.html' title='“Another Day at the Monster Café”'/><author><name>Maxwell Kier DiMarco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937726475561652197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fUjbfT3sq4/SZt2LLhXL0I/AAAAAAAAABI/4FQFL2nv6Zg/S220/max.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714659246604699753.post-2547344944885166703</id><published>2010-12-29T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T18:06:10.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Real Big Problem</title><content type='html'>“Hello,” said Little Jen. “Ever since Baby Squirrel started writing his own blogs, I’ve dreamed of making my own blog series. Baby Squirrel said to start with something real that happened to me, but I just have to start right now! So now…brought right to your computer, I give you…A Real Big Problem.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter one: Going Home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night, Baby Squirrel and his friends were driving home from the store in Baby Squirrel's hover limousine.&lt;br /&gt;“Oh my, I’m beat,” I said, as I scribbled down this story in my note book. “I’ll be glad to get home.”&lt;br /&gt;“Now this is the part I made up to make it more interesting.” said Little Jen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter two: The Ceiling Thief&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then, the ceiling disappeared! A cold breeze blew into the car! The moon cast an eerie light over the hover limousine.&lt;br /&gt;“Oh no!” screamed Daddy Squirrel. “This is the work of the greedy, no good, super spy ceiling eating Wiggler!”&lt;br /&gt;And then, before our horrified eyes, the ceiling eating, despicable, evil Wiggler got into a high tech, solar powered spy agency spy car that had lots of hidden lasers, blasters and a built in chimney with a working fire place in it, and then it zoomed away with the our innocent car’s ceiling being pulled behind the black, high tech—&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Baby Squirrel just said that I should cut back on the descriptive words a little,” said Little Jen. “But now that I think about it, I just can’t endanger a car ceiling like that. So now I have to think of something else to save it from the evil super spy Wiggler. Maybe there could be a cool scribe with super powers that can enrich the soil in attorney's flower beds. Nah, that sounds kind of dumb. Oh, I know what to do!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter three: Super Calendar Appears!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, just when the Wiggler thought it had gotten away, Super Calendar entangled the wiggler’s spy car’s chimney in it’s grammar whip!&lt;br /&gt;“I prescribe that my chimney needs some help,” moaned the spy Wiggler. “I just can’t enjoy my work if my car’s chimney doesn’t work.”&lt;br /&gt;“Your chimney will not receive any help!” mocked Super Calendar. “And you will not achieve your goal of taking that car ceiling! Face my fantasy power!”&lt;br /&gt;And then Super Calendar smashed the spy car to dust!&lt;br /&gt;“I will be back to get you Super Calendar!” vowed the spy Wiggler.&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Baby Squirrel said there was too much of Super Calendar and too little of us,” said Little Jen. “Oh well. Maybe I could write about my lunch instead.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The weekly blog of Maxwell DiMarco (www.maxwelldimarco.com), seven year old author and artist, of the graphic novel "Baby Squirrel is in Town" and other books and CDs.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714659246604699753-2547344944885166703?l=maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/feeds/2547344944885166703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714659246604699753&amp;postID=2547344944885166703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/2547344944885166703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/2547344944885166703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/2010/12/real-big-problem.html' title='A Real Big Problem'/><author><name>Maxwell Kier DiMarco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937726475561652197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fUjbfT3sq4/SZt2LLhXL0I/AAAAAAAAABI/4FQFL2nv6Zg/S220/max.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714659246604699753.post-5930272043649526010</id><published>2010-12-29T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T17:02:18.925-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Problem</title><content type='html'>One day, Little Jen had hurt his head on a rock and could not remember anything!&lt;br /&gt;   “Little Jen, stop it right now! screamed Moogoo Jen.&lt;br /&gt;   “I can’t,” moaned Little Jen. “I just feel awful,” &lt;br /&gt;   “Ah ha!” somebody said.&lt;br /&gt;   Then Eggman Robot came up to the house with Eggman.&lt;br /&gt;   “Little Jen obviously can’t remember anything because he’s been biten by a vampire!” said Eggman.&lt;br /&gt;   “Wait!” screamed Little Jen. “I didn’t lose my memory! I was pretending!”&lt;br /&gt;   “Bad idea, Little Jen!” said Mommy Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;   “Sorry,” snickered Little Jen.&lt;br /&gt;   “But beware anyway!” warned Eggman Robot. “Anyone in your house could be a vampire!”&lt;br /&gt;   Later, at night…&lt;br /&gt;   “Sniff?” sniffed Baby Jen. “What’s that smell?”&lt;br /&gt;   He went downstairs, and he saw…&lt;br /&gt;   “Eeeek!” screamed Baby Squirrel, who had come down stairs for his midnight snack, and found Little Jen and New Baby Squirrel hanging garlic on the ceiling!&lt;br /&gt;   “What are you doing?!” screamed Baby Jen.&lt;br /&gt;   “Stopping vampires from coming into the house,” said Little Jen.&lt;br /&gt;   “Suddenly I know why vampires hate this stuff!” said Baby Squirrel, and he ran upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;   The next day…&lt;br /&gt;   “Why is there garlic on the ceiling?” asked Mommy Squirrel to Little Jen.&lt;br /&gt;   “Oh. Me and New Baby Squirrel put it there,” said Little Jen. “Now no vampire will get in!”&lt;br /&gt;   But Mommy Squirrel was not amused. “Take it all down!” screamed Mommy Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;   “But then the vampires will get in!” said New Baby Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;   “I DON’T CARE!!!!! screamed Mommy Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;   “Hi guys!” said Tiny Jen who had come to visit with Vampire Number One.&lt;br /&gt;   “Oh no!” screamed Little Jen. “A vampire!”&lt;br /&gt;   “Mommy Squirrel,” complained Baby Jen. “When will we get to eat the steak?”&lt;br /&gt;   “A steak! Perfect!” said Little Jen. and he grabbed the steak and began to pound it against Vampire Number One’s chest.&lt;br /&gt;   “Am I near his heart yet?” asked Little Jen.&lt;br /&gt;   “What are you doing?” asked Vampire Number One.&lt;br /&gt;   “Killing a vampire,” said Little Jen. “Why do you ask?”&lt;br /&gt;   Then Vampire Number One kicked Little Jen out the window!&lt;br /&gt;   “That’s it!” screamed New Baby Squirrel. “It’s time for that monster to get out of this house!”&lt;br /&gt;   And he grabbed a glass of water and threw it at Vampire Number One, but it missed…and it hit Tiny Jen!&lt;br /&gt;   And then, he was kicked out the door.&lt;br /&gt;   Meanwhile…&lt;br /&gt;   “That was a great show Eggman and Eggman Robot,” said a news reporter.&lt;br /&gt;   “Thank you,” said Eggman. “Now let’s get this tape back to the studio and put it on the air!”&lt;br /&gt;   But then, Daddy Squirrel saw them!&lt;br /&gt;   “Hey!” screamed Daddy Squirrel. “Guys! Eggman and Eggman Robot took a video of all that just happened! Vampire Number One might be in danger if that video gets on the air! Stop them fast!”&lt;br /&gt;   “Oh no! Run for it!” screamed Eggman Robot.&lt;br /&gt;   “Come back here!” demanded Tiny Jen.&lt;br /&gt;   “Not in your life!” mocked Eggman.&lt;br /&gt;   “Stop!” said Baby Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;   “What is it?!” screamed the news reporter.&lt;br /&gt;   “What are those marks on your necks?” asked Baby Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;   “OH NO!!!! screamed Eggman and then they panicked. (Which was not very smart.)&lt;br /&gt;   “Too bad guys,” said Baby Squirrel, who had the tape in his hands. “I’ll take this,”&lt;br /&gt;   “Oh yeah?” mocked Eggman Robot. “What are you going to do to us now?”&lt;br /&gt;   “This.” said Baby Squirrel and he fired a Rainbow Blast at them!&lt;br /&gt;   “This stiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinks!” screamed Eggman, as they flew into the sky.&lt;br /&gt;   “Well, that’s one problem gone,” said Tiny Jen. “But I’m still wet.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The weekly blog of Maxwell DiMarco (www.maxwelldimarco.com), seven year old author and artist, of the graphic novel "Baby Squirrel is in Town" and other books and CDs.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714659246604699753-5930272043649526010?l=maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/feeds/5930272043649526010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714659246604699753&amp;postID=5930272043649526010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/5930272043649526010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/5930272043649526010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/2010/12/little-problem.html' title='A Little Problem'/><author><name>Maxwell Kier DiMarco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937726475561652197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fUjbfT3sq4/SZt2LLhXL0I/AAAAAAAAABI/4FQFL2nv6Zg/S220/max.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714659246604699753.post-3906809131537091362</id><published>2010-12-27T18:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T14:06:26.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Squirrel Requests</title><content type='html'>"Hello," said Baby Squirrel. "Recently, some people have sent this blog requests for blogs to do in the future. (Not really. Don't worry, you didn't miss anything.) So, in this blog, we are going to do the blogs that were requested. Sit back and enjoy, and, by the way, Maxwell wants to apologize for not making another blog in so long. Now you will go to Spike Slug, who is not really going to betray the team, by the way, to hear the requests. Thank you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you, Baby Squirrel," said Spike Slug, who was in a stand that read on the sign board: "Blog Requests". " "Here's the first request. It is from Little Jen in Nutville. It says: "Dear Spike Slug, I would like if you made a blog with Eggman and Eggman Robot as the main bad guys. Signed, Little Jen". Okay then, Little Jen. We can to that. Now then, dear readers, this is the blog. Enjoy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Juicy Problem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, Baby Squirrel was working in his yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whew! This is hard work!" sweated Baby Squirrel. The sun was hot that day, but Baby Squirrel had promised Daddy Squirrel he would plant some carrots in the garden that day, and Baby Squirrel was not one to break a promise. "I hope this will be worth it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, Baby Squirrel had planted the carrot seeds, and had stepped back for a moment to admire his work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The carrots look great!" said Baby Squirrel, dabbing at his sweaty fore head. "I need a glass of fruit punch." Baby Squirrel put down his trowel, and walked into the house. But, when he got to the kitchen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"BURP!" burped Eggman. "Whew. That was good fruit punch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's for sure." sighed Eggman Robot. "What a way to beat the heat!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"YOOOOOOOOOOOOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" screamed Baby Squirrel. "YOU GIVE ME BACK MY FRUIT PUNCH!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O-o-okay," shivered Eggman. "Eggman Robot, juicer time!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, sir!" said Eggman Robot, and then his hand retracted back into his arm, and out popped a juicer with an apple, an orange, and two cherries inside it. Then, Eggman Robot blended the fruit into a liquid, and poured some for Baby Squirrel into a cup. "Here you go," said Eggman Robot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you," said Baby Squirrel, and he drank it all in two gulps. "I guess was thirsty," snickered Baby Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, that was the first requested blog," said Spike Slug. "Next, here is a letter from Emperor Fiend in Fiendingham. It read: "Dear Sir Spike Slug. I would adore if you did a blog with chicken as a character. And I don't mean Super Chicken! I want a new chicken! Best regards, Emperor Fiend". Well, Emperor Fiend, that's a tough one, but I think we can pull it off. Okay. Time for the next blog. Sit back and relax. Unless, of course, a giant Copy is attacking your house, witch it probably isn't. Enjoy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commander Chicken Strikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One sunny day, Tiny Jen was playing with her Vampire friends in Baby Squirrel's yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tag! You're it!" laughed Tiny Jen, as she ran all around the yard, with Vampires one through five in close pursuit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tag! You're it!" laughed Vampire Number Four, as he caught up to Tiny Jen, and tagged her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You'd better run! screamed Tiny Jen, and then she ran after her friends, laughing with joy and shouting pretend battle cries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, a chicken in a tank fell out of a army plane flying overhead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ba ha ha ha!" laughed the chicken. "I am Commander Chicken! Prepare to die!" and then, the chicken fired ten bullets from the tank at Tiny Jen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whoa!" said Tiny Jen, and she quickly leaped over the bullets, causing them to make a huge hole in the fence. "Is that all you got?" mocked Tiny Jen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Grrrr...!" growled Commander Chicken. "I will not lose to a mere jen!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mere?" smirked Tiny Jen. "I'm not a "mere" jen. I'm Tiny Jen! And I'm also part of Baby Squirrel's team! And if you don't watch your language, I'll get my monster friends to crush you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ha! You don't look like what the great Tiny Jen would look like!" laughed Commander Chicken. "Prepare to meet your maker!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, a giant Chicken landed right on Command Chicken's head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"BOOOOOOOOOOOOCK!!!!!!!!!!" bocked the giant chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...uh...ow," moaned Commander Chicken. Not only did he have a splitting headache, but also his tank had been crushed to bits. "Okay, that's it!" he screamed, lifting the giant chicken and tossing it aside with strength he had only had for ten seconds. "Prepare to meet defeat!" and he got out a laser gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Monster time!" said Tiny Jen, and out from under her bow she took a whistle, and blew it once. At first, nothing happened. But then, the ground began to shake, and suddenly, thousands of monsters of every shape and size ran into the yard, trampling Commander Chicken under their many feat. Then the last one, a big fat kraken, picked up Commander Chicken... and ate him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What did you need us for, Tiny Jen?" asked a witch, who had been the first there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Actually, you took care of things when you ran into the yard," giggled Tiny Jen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, okay," said a mummy. "But we don't want to leave so soon! Most of us came a long way!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, in that case... time for a monster party!" said Tiny Jen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HOORAAAAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" cheered all the monsters, and they all went inside to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, that's all for today," said Spike Slug. "But come back later, and we'll show you more requests, and, of course, stay tuned for the next blog adventure of Baby Squirrel!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The weekly blog of Maxwell DiMarco (www.maxwelldimarco.com), seven year old author and artist, of the graphic novel "Baby Squirrel is in Town" and other books and CDs.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714659246604699753-3906809131537091362?l=maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/feeds/3906809131537091362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714659246604699753&amp;postID=3906809131537091362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/3906809131537091362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/3906809131537091362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/2010/12/baby-squirrel-requests.html' title='Baby Squirrel Requests'/><author><name>Maxwell Kier DiMarco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937726475561652197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fUjbfT3sq4/SZt2LLhXL0I/AAAAAAAAABI/4FQFL2nv6Zg/S220/max.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714659246604699753.post-4605462762291768449</id><published>2010-01-10T00:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T00:46:58.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kermack and Tanks (and occasional seasoning of Iggy)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Up in the top car of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ferris&lt;/span&gt; wheel, a shout was heard. And this is what it was: "Roy, you stupid &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Koopaling&lt;/span&gt;!" screamed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bowser&lt;/span&gt; Jr. "I should charge you every cent of your allowance."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry, sir," snickered Roy, who was watching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Mortron&lt;/span&gt; and Armored Bro being forced to do push-ups as Wendy-o whipped them every ten seconds. "But it looks like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Mortron&lt;/span&gt; and Armored Bro got what they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;--"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SILENCE!" screamed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Bowser&lt;/span&gt; Jr. "I think that's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;enough&lt;/span&gt; push-ups for today, folks. Wendy-o, get back to your castle. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Mortron&lt;/span&gt; and Armored Bro, you get a one second break. One. Okay, you're time's up. Go back to doing push-ups. Wendy-o, come back here and whip them.  I see it's time for drastic measures. Iggy! You and your pet make sure they don't get past your castle."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;," laughed Iggy through the loudspeakers. "Never fear, boss, my chain chomp and I will whip up a sale of death."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Hehehe&lt;/span&gt;," laughed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Bowser&lt;/span&gt; Jr. "That's excellent. And to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;double&lt;/span&gt; sure they don't get through this next area alive, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Kermack&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, boss," said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Kermack&lt;/span&gt;, who had zoomed in the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go and take care of Baby Squirrel and his friends. And take the tanks with you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, boss." And then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Kermack&lt;/span&gt; zoomed out the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, in the food court . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Mmm&lt;/span&gt;, food," said Baby Squirrel, who had  helped himself to junk food from every stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nonsense, Baby Squirrel," screamed Daddy Squirrel. "You were smarter yesterday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I know," said Baby Squirrel with his mouth full, "but that was yesterday." And he took a big bite of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;carmel&lt;/span&gt; apple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, great," moaned all twenty werewolves at the same time. "Baby Squirrel is back to stupidity."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And humor," included Tiny Jen who zoomed out of the sky in a bi-plane. "Hi, guys! I escaped. And I brought along a surprise." And then she landed and got of our her bi-plane and then, out from under the pilot's chair came Baby Jen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi, Baby Jen," said werewolves one through twenty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then, Baby Squirrel let out a squeal, "Oh, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Noooooooooo&lt;/span&gt;!" sobbed Baby Squirrel. His food has been blasted to pieces. "The cholesterol! The salt! The trans fat!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then Daddy Squirrel punched Baby Squirrel into a cotton candy machine inside a cotton candy stand. POW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah, yes," sighed Baby Squirrel. "I die with the sweets." And then he passed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, he's taken care of for the time being," said Spike Slug. "But where did that blast come from?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know where it came from," said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Kermack&lt;/span&gt;, who had zoomed out of the sky on his broomstick (with a chomp tied to the end of it). "And I brought a long a friend. I think you'll be quite attached to him--or rather his teeth, when he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;noms&lt;/span&gt; on you. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Haaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;/span&gt;! Oh! Oh! Oh! Ouch! Get this Iggy out of my neck!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iggy was looking out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Kermack's&lt;/span&gt; mouth at the moment (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Kermack&lt;/span&gt; had accidentally mistaken Iggy for a meatball, and swallowed him.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, very well, I'll get the Iggy out of your mouth," soothed Iggy, and he popped out of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Kermack's&lt;/span&gt; mouth in a clown pod. (A clown pod is a flying machine that sort of looks like a clown's face with a propeller attached to the bottom. There's also an opening at the top for the driver to sit and, of course, the steering wheel, the breaks, the gas and the automatic ice cream maker. Random!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come, chain chomp, let's give Baby Squirrel's friends an early beating. And after that, let's make sure Baby Squirrel never wakes up from his pleasant dreams," laughed Iggy.  And then,  he took out of the clown pod fifty tanks and threw them to the ground.  (Random! Where did he get the tanks?) "Okay, chain chomp, let's show 'em who's boss!" And then he zoomed toward Baby Squirrel's friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, no you don't. I'm not going up in that stinking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;ferris&lt;/span&gt; wheel car again!" screamed Tiny Jen. 'You &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Koopalings&lt;/span&gt; smell like rotten cheese." And then she stuck out her tongue and slapped Iggy silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Chain chomp!" screamed Iggy who was covered in Jen slobber. "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Detach&lt;/span&gt; that stupid Jen's tongue from her mouth!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uh, which one?" asked the chain chomp, who was looking from Tiny Jen, who still had her tongue out, to Baby Jen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, great!" moaned Iggy. "It's the one with her tongue out. Obviously!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You mean they're both female?" asked the chain chomp, who had noticed that Baby Jen now also had his tongue out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay. Okay. Eat the Jen with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;bow's&lt;/span&gt; tongue."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eat both their tongues?" asked the chain chomp, who noticed Baby Jen had put on a bow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Enough!" screamed Iggy and he picked up the chain chomp and threw him at Tiny Jen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cannonball!" screamed the chain chomp, who flew over Tiny Jen, changed direction and headed for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Teriyaki&lt;/span&gt; stand. "Fried Rice!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why me? Why me?" moaned Iggy, as the chain chomp tore the stand to pieces. (The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Teriyaki&lt;/span&gt; stand was shaped as a Jen with a bow on and it's tongue was out.) "The other Jen!" he screamed, but since the all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Teriyaki&lt;/span&gt; stands were shaped the same way, he did not have much luck against his enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, boy, what a good sense of humor Maxwell has. What happened to the action?" asked Daddy Squirrel, who was surrounded by tanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gopher. Gopher. Gopher. Charge!" demanded the gopher who was driving the lead tank. And they charged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Ahhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;!" cried Daddy Squirrel,k and he was clobbered by all the gophers' wrenches at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the dust finally cleared, the gophers were all dead and the tanks were all splinters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Halt!" said Tiny Jen, who had stopped the blog. "Here's an educational fact, kids. Gophers drive wooden tanks. Now, back to the blog."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay! Enough! Enough!" fumed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Kermack&lt;/span&gt;, and he charged up a magic blast. But before he could aim, his eyes were covered in cotton candy. Baby Squirrel had woken up, and unfortunately for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Kermack&lt;/span&gt;, had stretched, therefore knocking cotton candy all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Great nap!" yawned Baby Squirrel, and he began to eat the cotton candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Curse it all!" screamed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Kermack&lt;/span&gt;, who was covered in cotton candy. "We will be back! You haven't seen the last of me!" he screamed as he soared back to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;ferris&lt;/span&gt; wheel, with Iggy not far behind, dragging his chain chomp by the chain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chain chomp had a box full of fried rice, to go. "Remember fried rice! I will be back to eat you!" vowed the chain chomp. But Iggy taped his mouth shut with tape, so he had to wait until they got back to the castle to eat the fried rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah," said Baby Squirrel, "you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; the chain chomp had a good idea. I think I'll eat the food court. Then I'll open up my own cookie store, and all the Jens will have to pay thousands for food! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Get. Over. Here," screamed Mommy Squirrel and she pulled Baby Squirrel by the scruff of the neck off blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The weekly blog of Maxwell DiMarco (www.maxwelldimarco.com), seven year old author and artist, of the graphic novel "Baby Squirrel is in Town" and other books and CDs.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714659246604699753-4605462762291768449?l=maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/feeds/4605462762291768449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714659246604699753&amp;postID=4605462762291768449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/4605462762291768449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/4605462762291768449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/2010/01/kermack-and-tanks-and-occasional.html' title='Kermack and Tanks (and occasional seasoning of Iggy)'/><author><name>Maxwell Kier DiMarco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937726475561652197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fUjbfT3sq4/SZt2LLhXL0I/AAAAAAAAABI/4FQFL2nv6Zg/S220/max.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714659246604699753.post-4350727081567982593</id><published>2009-12-14T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T21:13:45.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stand Alone #5 (This blog is not connected to any story, series or season.) The Company of P.O.O.P.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"What a nice day!" snag the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;YoYo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nene&lt;/span&gt;, and then he got too fat and disappeared into the lasagna and was never seen in a stand alone again (almost).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, in the desert . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What a nice day," sang Little Jen. "I'll jump into the hay!" Just then he noticed the desert was covered with toilets. "What's going on here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can answer that," rapped Baby Squirrel. "This is the company of P.O.O.P., yeah! It's Products Only Of Poop. It's the most epic name a company could have. So if you want poop, pick out a box of chocolate ice creams that looks like a toilet, and open up the lid and reach inside. You won't be disappointed. We assure you. So if you are a stoop . . . come in and buy some poop."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gross" screamed Tiny Jen, who was on top of the Empire State Building being strangled by a Giant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Goomba&lt;/span&gt; and hovering around the Giant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Goomba's&lt;/span&gt; head were Vampires #3 and #5 who were looking for the company of P.E.E., Products Evolving Everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, in a tree . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So if you are a stoop," rapped Baby Squirrel who was in the nest of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Pteradon&lt;/span&gt;, "come and buy some poop."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, on a whale . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So if you are a stoop," rapped Baby Squirrel who was cleaning the whale's blowhole, "come and buy the special whale poop."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, in a fat cat's litter box . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So if you are a stoop," rapped Baby Squirrel who was digging in the sand, "come and buy the special filled-to-the-brim litter box that's filled with poop."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All right! Enough! Enough!" screamed Mommy Squirrel, who was lying stunned on the ground. "You're giving us cancer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, no! I forgot one thing!" screamed Baby Squirrel who was sitting behind the counter of his filled-to-the-brim with poop store. "So if you like to wheeze, come and eat our tasty sneeze."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then, Spike Slug punched Baby Squirrel in the stomach and instantly died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And if you know some pigs," continued Baby Squirrel, "come eat poop-seasoned figs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I am a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;YoYo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Nene&lt;/span&gt;," who was doing something on one of the toilets. And then the stuff that came out of part of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;YoYo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Nene&lt;/span&gt; was flushed down the toilet and came out a pipe that was attached to the ceiling right above Baby Squirrel's head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Baby Jen noticed that Baby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Squirrel&lt;/span&gt; was wearing a brown wig and must have been bathing in lemon juice for he was dripping with a yellow liquid and then Baby Jen fainted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And if you don't buy our products, that means you lack a brain," rapped Baby Squirrel whose brown wig was getting larger and a puddle of yellow liquid was growing at his feet. "And if you don't like poop, then you're a stoop."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, I've had it!" screamed Spike Slug. "Taste a horrible cold." And he stuck the words "taste a horrible cold" in Baby Squirrel's mouth. Just then Baby Squirrel got so fat he blew up, died, broke his skull, fell off a cliff, drown, died again, coughed up earwax, boogers and tarantulas, turned into a donkey, mooed 50 times and then died for the third time. Suffocated and died for the last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then his company blew up and the Products Only Of Poop Company was no more. And Baby Squirrel never did that again, because he was dead. (He didn't even go to heaven.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Also, don't worry, the desert was rid of the toilets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End for Real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. And the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;YoYo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Nenes&lt;/span&gt; ran away and lived in luxury in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Bazana&lt;/span&gt; Bill's and the Easter Bunny's mansion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The weekly blog of Maxwell DiMarco (www.maxwelldimarco.com), seven year old author and artist, of the graphic novel "Baby Squirrel is in Town" and other books and CDs.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714659246604699753-4350727081567982593?l=maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/feeds/4350727081567982593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714659246604699753&amp;postID=4350727081567982593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/4350727081567982593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/4350727081567982593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/2009/12/stand-alone-5-this-blog-is-not.html' title='Stand Alone #5 (This blog is not connected to any story, series or season.) The Company of P.O.O.P.'/><author><name>Maxwell Kier DiMarco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937726475561652197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fUjbfT3sq4/SZt2LLhXL0I/AAAAAAAAABI/4FQFL2nv6Zg/S220/max.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714659246604699753.post-482286740184495117</id><published>2009-12-02T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T21:05:31.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stand Alone #6 (This is not part of any season or any series or story.) The Chickens' Crushing Story</title><content type='html'>In Baby Squirrel's house . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Once upon a time," sang Baby Squirrel who was spinning around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in my prime&lt;br /&gt;I liked to do a rhyme&lt;br /&gt;I think that it is time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time&lt;br /&gt;a long time ago&lt;br /&gt;I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;walkin&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;in the snow.&lt;br /&gt;When suddenly a chicken&lt;br /&gt;came to say&lt;br /&gt;that he was going&lt;br /&gt;to leave right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I began to beg&lt;br /&gt;but the chicken hit me with a powder keg&lt;br /&gt;I was sent sailing into the sky&lt;br /&gt;and there I was, certain I'd die.&lt;br /&gt;But then out of the blue&lt;br /&gt;these six words came to you--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? I called you up to say Hello. I said Hello. Help! I'm in the snow!" screamed Spike Slug into the telephone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I cannot hear your call&lt;br /&gt;I cannot hear your call at all, sang Baby Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot hear&lt;br /&gt;but it's okay.&lt;br /&gt;I'll call you back another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, he hung up the phone.  "So as I was saying . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chicken wasn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;stayin&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;so I jumped into a plane&lt;br /&gt;but then something shrunk&lt;br /&gt;and it was my brain.&lt;br /&gt;So I took a chocolate bar&lt;br /&gt;and threw it out so very far&lt;br /&gt;I had an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;itsy&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bitsy&lt;/span&gt; plan&lt;br /&gt;but then I turned into a man.&lt;br /&gt;My bones had begun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;breakin&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;suddenly the world began &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;shakin&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;out rose a giant mouse,&lt;br /&gt;but then it was crushed by a giant house.&lt;br /&gt;Then out of the water, out of the blue&lt;br /&gt;These six words come to you:&lt;br /&gt;Are you there? I'm in a band.&lt;br /&gt;Then I fell into quicksand.&lt;br /&gt;I knew I had to think fast.&lt;br /&gt;But that was hard because my brain was in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was rescued by a dog.&lt;br /&gt;But it turned out to be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;stinkin&lt;/span&gt;' log&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately I had a piece of ham&lt;br /&gt;but I didn't have any strawberry jam.&lt;br /&gt;Then I had an idea&lt;br /&gt;I had to go up.&lt;br /&gt;But then I got crushed by a giant cup.&lt;br /&gt;And then I began to drift away.&lt;br /&gt;And I was unconscious for a year and a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Christmas time was finally here,&lt;br /&gt;I only got coal for another year.&lt;br /&gt;But then Daddy Squirrel got real mad&lt;br /&gt;Because I had been very bad.&lt;br /&gt;So he locked me in my room.&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm destined to my doom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I blew up into squirrel guts.&lt;br /&gt;Then I was surrounded by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;whos&lt;/span&gt; and whats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End for Real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he really did blow up into squirrel guts . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END FOR REAL!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The weekly blog of Maxwell DiMarco (www.maxwelldimarco.com), seven year old author and artist, of the graphic novel "Baby Squirrel is in Town" and other books and CDs.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714659246604699753-482286740184495117?l=maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/feeds/482286740184495117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714659246604699753&amp;postID=482286740184495117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/482286740184495117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/482286740184495117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/2009/12/stand-alone-6-this-is-not-part-of-any.html' title='Stand Alone #6 (This is not part of any season or any series or story.) The Chickens&apos; Crushing Story'/><author><name>Maxwell Kier DiMarco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937726475561652197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fUjbfT3sq4/SZt2LLhXL0I/AAAAAAAAABI/4FQFL2nv6Zg/S220/max.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714659246604699753.post-7379038242013534036</id><published>2009-12-01T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T21:41:54.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stand Alone #4 (This is not part of any season or any series or the story.) The Shrink Stink Sweet Solution</title><content type='html'>In Baby Squirrel's room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wake up," said a voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ring, ring, the doorbell rings. Oh look it's the wild things," mumbled Baby Squirrel in his sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wake up," said the voice again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sing sing, I want to sing, I got crushed by a wild thing," continued Baby Squirrel in his sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WAKE UP!!!" screamed the voice. Baby Squirrel opened his eyes and saw himself staring into eight other eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!" cried Baby Squirrel, and he leaped onto his pillow. Just then he noticed his pillow was bigger than him. "Oh, it's another odd dream sequence," shuddered Baby Squirrel. He had noticed the taxi spider. "I'm going back to bed again." But when he tried to close his eyes, the taxi spider slapped him silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You can't go to sleep now!" said the taxi spider. "No one can. It's because somebody stole the sweep sweets."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sweep sweets?" moaned Baby Squirrel. "Who could have done that? And I've never heard of candies that make you fall asleep. Except in gummy lasagna."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, but we need the sleep sweets every night!" said the taxi spider, and he showed Baby Squirrel an empty bag that was wrapped around his neck. "We put one in everyone's mouths every night so that they may fall asleep.But sometimes we accidentally give them rotten sweets and they have nightmares. And sometimes we forget entirely and they don't have a dream or nightmare. And even sometimes we are a little late or never get there. But somebody stole them!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But who?" asked Baby Squirrel, who was scratching his head in confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," explained the taxi spider. "They were last seen sneaking into a mousehole.Here is a Wanted poster, showing their picture. Well, actually it's just the leader, but you can't have everything."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Doh!" groaned Baby Squirrel, and he flopped onto his pillow, which was very warm. "Don't tell me that's..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry, it is!" said the taxi spider, and not only that but the world has changed into candy! And these two fat bears are eating it all!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not for long!" screamed Baby Squirrel, who leaped to his feet. "I know just who the culprits are!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten seconds later Baby Squirrel had cornered Little Jen, Daddy Squirrel, and MooGoo Jen in a corner. "Okay, we know you are the Squeak Squad!" said Baby Squirrel as his mouse friend shined a light on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You stink, Baby Squirrel!" screamed Daddy Squirrel, and he kicked Baby Squirrel into a tap shoe."And besides, we shrunk too!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay," groaned Baby Squirrel. "I don't know who the culprit is if it's not you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's the Squeak Squad stupid!" sighed Daddy Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, in a candy store...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eating! I love it!" said Storo, who was eating pizza, French Fries, hamburgers, and lollipops by the thousand and chocolate milk shakes and taffy he was consuming by the two thousand. "I just love candy, and now it's all for me! Hah hah hah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then the back wall of the candy store suddenly disappeared! "Hah hah hah! Now I am the ruler of the universe," laughed Skinnier Storo who was patting his belly in satisfaction. "Now I will eat the universe!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence every Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence every week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence every decade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence all century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You stupid bears! Do you think of anything besides eating?" screamed Dock who had flown in to the candy store in his UFO. "It's time to work out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh goody! Excersizing! I thought I was getting too fat!" giggled Skinnier Storo as he began to lift a thousand pound weight with boulders on top of it. "Bad Bear Storo, you should know better than to eat so much."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh sure! Blame the fat bear!" snarled Storo, and he swallowed Dock and his bear and walked off looking like a UOB (Unidentified Overweight Bear).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, in a bank somebody had to burp, sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Burp," burped Spinny, who had eaten a hundred ten dollar bills. "That was good. Now I'll sample the twenty dollar bills."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You stupo!" screamed Daroach, who was carrying a safe. "It's bad enough that people think my hands float, and now you're eating to profits! Why do you think we stole the Sleep Sweets in the first place? Besides, you're not much of the speed of any team, if you gain weight. Then again, I bet I could find a thousand different things if I wrote the number 5000 on your stomach. Hmmm..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The silence is very disturbing," groaned Spinny, and then Daroach wrote the number 5000 on his stomach and traded him to Attilla the Hun for 5 zillion gold coins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I'm a Squirrel," drawled Baby Squirrel and then he died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The weekly blog of Maxwell DiMarco (www.maxwelldimarco.com), seven year old author and artist, of the graphic novel "Baby Squirrel is in Town" and other books and CDs.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714659246604699753-7379038242013534036?l=maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/feeds/7379038242013534036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714659246604699753&amp;postID=7379038242013534036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/7379038242013534036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/7379038242013534036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/2009/12/stand-alone-4-this-is-not-part-of-any.html' title='Stand Alone #4 (This is not part of any season or any series or the story.) The Shrink Stink Sweet Solution'/><author><name>Maxwell Kier DiMarco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937726475561652197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fUjbfT3sq4/SZt2LLhXL0I/AAAAAAAAABI/4FQFL2nv6Zg/S220/max.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714659246604699753.post-3283134425077788400</id><published>2009-11-30T22:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T23:16:43.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stand Alone #3 (This is not part of any season or any series or the story.) How Baby Squirrel Stole Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In Baby Squirrel's house . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah, what a day," yawned Daddy Squirrel. Suddenly, he turned into a giraffe and then he was crushed by a giant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nene&lt;/span&gt;. "It's Christmas, hip-hip-hurray. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ooohh&lt;/span&gt;! Ouch!" And then a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;limousine&lt;/span&gt; pulled up and he drove away to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Nene&lt;/span&gt; rap concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, on the roof . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ho ho ho," said Santa Squirrel. "Well, time for me to continue my yearly work. Now then, which chimney do I go down?" He had noticed that Baby Squirrel's had fifty chimneys. And every single one had an elephant with a Santa Claus hat on inside it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uh, may I suggest something, Santa Squirrel?" asked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Slugdolph&lt;/span&gt;, the red nosed Spike Slug. "Try eating that poisonous mushroom that is really a bowl of mashed potatoes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"An excellent idea," said Santa Squirrel, and then he took out his ocarina, played Mozart's Fifth Symphony, the second piano No Goo Ga Boo  and floated away into the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIG RANDOM!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, in a construction site . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am the big. I am the pig. I am the fig. I am the jig," sang Baby Squirrel and then Santa Squirrel landed on him, put a powder keg in Baby Squirrel's mouth and Baby Squirrel blew up into Squirrel guts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIGGER RANDOM!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, up in space . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Silence, Little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Whynots&lt;/span&gt;. Now pay attention to this chart," said Jennifer who was talking to a giant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Majora's&lt;/span&gt; Mask and fifty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Nenes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That is a very fine speech," yawned the giant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Majora's&lt;/span&gt; Mask. "But I lost the sausage on my pimento with olives, and also, my gummy dart board." And then the Mask kicked Jennifer into the Great Fox, causing it to blow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIGGEST RANDOM!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, in Tomato World, where the trains get hungry . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle all the way," sang &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Tiki&lt;/span&gt; Face as he put a star on top of his umbrella. "Oh, what fun it would be if Christmas was today-aye!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Be quiet!" demanded Copy. "I'm watching the Indian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Nene's&lt;/span&gt; fight! The one on the left is about to hit the one on the right with a chocolate chip cookie that's on a marshmallow. And the Indian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Nene&lt;/span&gt; on the right is going to hit the other one with a stop sign balanced by a wallet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But it's too bad we never got the noise!" sobbed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Tiki&lt;/span&gt; Face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Beep you, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Tiki&lt;/span&gt; Face," screamed Copy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Same to you!" snarled &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Tiki&lt;/span&gt; Face and he slammed Copy in the stomach with a Christmas Tree, which was decorated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Looks like I'm blasting off again!" screamed Copy as he sailed out of sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUPER RANDOM!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, on www.blogger.com . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"'And then, I was hungry,'" read Little Jen, "'but then, I got thirsty, so I died when I got hit in the ear by a pebble.' Oh, not one of these blogs, again. I'm the muscles and I will never die. I'm the muscles and I will never cry. I'm the muscles and I will never fly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then Moo Goo Jen zoomed in on the Wright &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Flyer&lt;/span&gt; and tied Little Jen to the controls of a biplane and zoomed after the prison on wheels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KILLER RANDOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And so Spike Slug made a speech," wailed Spike Slug into a tissue, "and then he died. But before he died, he gave me this piece of paper to read to you, dear readers. But he was very odd, he only left one last word on the piece of paper, and that word is . . .  . . . . . . . . . . . . .  Hello." And then he got blown up by T-H-E-M-O-O-N.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The weekly blog of Maxwell DiMarco (www.maxwelldimarco.com), seven year old author and artist, of the graphic novel "Baby Squirrel is in Town" and other books and CDs.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714659246604699753-3283134425077788400?l=maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/feeds/3283134425077788400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714659246604699753&amp;postID=3283134425077788400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/3283134425077788400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/3283134425077788400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/2009/11/stand-alone-3-this-is-not-part-of-any.html' title='Stand Alone #3 (This is not part of any season or any series or the story.) How Baby Squirrel Stole Christmas'/><author><name>Maxwell Kier DiMarco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937726475561652197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fUjbfT3sq4/SZt2LLhXL0I/AAAAAAAAABI/4FQFL2nv6Zg/S220/max.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714659246604699753.post-2873068171361595438</id><published>2009-11-20T01:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T18:07:29.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stand Alone #2 (This is not part of any season or any series or the story) The Second Annual Baby Squirrel Quiz Show</title><content type='html'>In Spike Slug's house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, Little Jen. Let's get this stage couch on the road!" said Tiny Jen who was on top of a rolling tray, with a picnic basket behind her. Little Jen was tied to the rolling tray with a rope. "There are hungry jens in the next town who need this food, you know!" said Tiny Jen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Will you two be quiet?" asked Spike Slug, who was on the phone. "It's my new boss.... Oh... uh... not you, Don Planta. So, uh, what's the special assignment...? No, nene, not you nene, eat the Super Calcium Bar nene.... Oh! No, not you Don Planta. The nene. ...blah blah blah, blah, blah, blah blah, blah! Okay, Don Planta. I'll tell 'em right away, Don Planta. See ya later, boss." Spike Slug hung up the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spike Slug turned to the others. "We've been volunteered to enter the Tromp Brothers' Quiz Show."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I suppose those starving jens will have to wait until they're dead," sighed Little Jen. And he, Tiny Jen, and Spike Slug walked out of the house to a big domed building across the street. It had neon lights above the door that clearly read: Come one, come all, to the Fromp Brothers' Quiz Show! It was flashing light blue to pink, light blue to pink, light blue to pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, you all came for the prize, did ya?" asked a Tromp who was sitting on a pillar inside a dark prison cell with many, many, many other people crowded before him. Next to him was a robot Tromp. "You all came for the Star Keys that can be sold for millions of dollars, did you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Click, buzz!" said the robot Tromp. "Well, you must pass our quiz to get them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll do whatever it takes to get Super Calcium Bars," said Baby Squirrel from the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I suppose you're all dying to begin, aren't you?" said the normal Tromp. "All right then. But remember, these questions are going to be very hard."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the building itself began to tear like pieces of paper. And so did everyone in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the tearing stopped, everything was back to normal, except... the dungeon was now a quiz show complete with an audience (the normal Fromp even wore a bow tie with white polka dots on it suddenly).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Welcome, to the Tromp Brothers' Quiz. You don't have any time to prepare... because it starts right now!" announced the normal Fromp. "Let's meet our contestants. Starting with... Baby Squirrel. Little Jen. Moogoo Jen. Tiny Jen. Baby Jen. Spike Slug. Daddy Squirrel and Mommy Squirrel. Darth Fiend. New Red Fiend with Prince and Princess. Purple Monster."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's Purple Devil," moaned Purple Devil who was a giant cloud monster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry," said the normal Tromp. "Continuing... Box and Jennifer. A red Ex Nant, a blue Ex Nant, and a Black Ex Nant. New Baby Squirrel. Uumgoo Squirrel. Copy and Tiki Face. Don Planta and his two assistants. King Deku and the Deku with the Link Hat. The two sorcerer sisters. The eight koopalings. Eggman and Eggman Robot, and finally... the final teams are: Gold bones, red bones, dark bones, dull bones and dry bones, and the last team, the rainbow woobefet and the rainbow whynot. Are you ready to begin?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, that's enough for me," said the Tromp. "First question: In one long, long, long ago blog, called 'Baby Squirrel and the Giant Soda Pop,' Baby Squirrel was covered in soda. Then Spike Slug got into something. What number was the blog?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aah," said Baby Squirrel. "Ninety-nine?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's see now," said Jennifer. "What do you think, Box?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm stumped," said Box. "That extra information confuses you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have an idea," said New Baby Squirrel. "Was it four?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Argh!" screamed the normal Tromp. "How did you know that?" Then he got control of his anger again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Click, buzz," said the Robot Tromp. "But it only gets harder from here. Much harder. Because it's my turn and I ask questions from future blogs! Second question: In 2008, Big Nene discovered the light bulb while digging with a woobefet while holding twenty-five little toy trucks in his hand, each a different kind of car but all the same color. What team mate of Baby Squirrel will pretend to betray the team in season nineteen of the blog? Hah! Got you stumped on that one, I bet!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hm," said Spike Slug. "Maybe it's Daddy Squirrel." And he hit the buzzer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You will pay!" said the normal Tromp and he jumped up and squashed Spike Slug flatter than a piece of paper. "That is what you deserve for wasting a good buzzer's battery."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ow!" choked Spike Slug. "Pain of pain! Oh, what I wouldn't do for an aspirin!"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Umm! I just got a letter from him this morning," said Copy. "I don't have the slightest idea." Then he hit the buzzer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Copy! What is your answer?" asked the normal Tromp. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I don't know," said Copy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Click. Buzz. You will pay!" screamed the robot Tromp, and he jumped up and squashed Copy flatter than a piece of paper. "That is what you deserve for waisting a good buzzer's battery!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just then, the three Ex Nants hit the buzzer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"WHAT DO YOU WANT!?" demanded the normal Tromp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The answer is Spike Slug!" said the blue Ex Nant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH! Click Buzz, Buzz Click!" gasped the robot Tromp. "How did you know that? I am really angry! But it's not going to get any easier, so prepare for a splitting headache.Take it away, bro!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Thank you, brother!" said the normal Tromp. "Next question: In one blog, called 'Expensive Stuff is Good! (Expensive Stuff is Bad!) Cloudy and Storm Master had opened a stinking high priced store. What do a couch and a lasagna cost at their store, total?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Now how are we supposed to know that?" cried Spike Slug. "Especially when I realized that I'm the traitor that seems to betrays the team in Season 19! How do you expect me to concentrate? I have to practice my roll!"  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"*Beep* Up, you stupid slug!" screamed the normal Tromp. "If that's your answer you have to hit the buzzer first. But anyway, that was wrong so I'm just going to squish you." Then he jumped up and squished Spike Slug into the flour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Come on, come on... Think, think, think...." shivered King Deku to himself. "I once bought exactly that at that store one time when we time traveled, through time and space. But what did a couch and a lasagna cost? Oh! I remember now!" King Deku hit the buzzer so hard it almost shattered. "TEN THOUSAND DOLLARS!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!" cried the normal Tromp. "How?! What?! Where?! When?! Grrrr..... Okay, I gave you an easy one. I was having mercy on you, but no more! Throw a big one at 'em, bro!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Click. Buzz. No mercy!" announced the robot Tromp. "Now then. Tiki Face ate his first lasagna in 1984. What powers did purple mon... er... demon, have over the weather?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"BUZZ!" went the buzzer. "I could control lightening!" said purple monster. (I called him monster because he's really a monster, he just insists on being called purple demon instead of purple monster.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Why did I even tell don Planta to volunteer you for this? Click! Buzz!" fumed the robot Tromp. "By the way, that was question four, people, but but we aren't giving up! You're going to be so stumped you'll turn into one! And here's a special confusing surprise! I'm going to do another!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Arg! I hate the future questions!" groaned Don Planta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You are right, Don Planta," agreed his two assistants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Question five," snickered the robot Tromp. "In 1781, the refrigerator was invented by Rip Van Mouse, whose assistant had a yellow baby blanket with lavender polka dots. Nobody knew his assistants true identity. Where will Copy's second half of his soul be in the last season?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oooh, I don't exactly want to find out," shivered OomGoo Squirrel, who was curled up in a ball. But just then, his tail tapped the buzzer. "BUZZ!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You will pay!" shouted the normal Tromp and he jumped up and squashed Spike Slug flatter than a piece of paper. "That is what you deserve for wasting a good buzzer's battery!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"But that wasn't my answer!" groaned OomGoo Squirrel. Just then, his tail tapped the buzzer again. "BUZZ!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Click. Buzz. You will pay!" screamed the robot Tromp, and he jumped up and squashed Copy flatter than a piece of paper. "That is what you deserve for waisting a good buzzer's battery!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I know! I know! I know!" screamed Tiki Face, and he hit the buzzer fifty times. "BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ! OomGoo Squirrel!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oh no!" groaned OomGoo Squirrel, and he crawled into a mousehole and died. (He didn't die. He just fainted.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Glad you could make it," sighed Spike Slug, who was also in the mousehole, practicing his lines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"That is it! That is it! I have had enough, I say!" fumed the robot Tromp. "Click. Buzz. You, Tiki Face, are canceled!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"But! But! But! All I did was get the answer right!" argued Tiki Face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"CLICK! BUZZ! GET OUT!" demanded the robot Tromp. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Well, fine!" screamed Tiki Face, as he walked out of the quiz show. "See if I ever enter your quiz show! Hmph!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Sorry about that interuption, folks," falsely apologized the normal Tromp to the camera. "Tiki Face was trying to drive in a tank and blow up the quiz show, but we got him out of here."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You did not!" screamed Spike Slug, who had come out of the mousehole. "You big liar!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"All is fair in war and quiz shows!" snickered the normal Tromp. "And this is both! Next question. Professor Chicken is a genius. He makes candy of all sorts. Where did he keep his gummy Tromps?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"He didn't have any gummy Tromps, you big stupo!" screamed OomGoo Squirrel, who had also came out of the mousehole and was back at his position. "Liar liar, spikes on fire!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Looks like you're disqualified, too, Squirrelo. Click. Buzz." laughed the robot Tromp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You cheaters!" fumed OomGoo Squirrel as he ripped the door off it's hinges and stormed outside. You're in for a world of pain!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Uhhh... in the back?" asked Baby Squirrel, and he hit the buzzer. "BUZZ!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The correct answer is..." said the normal Tromp. "He didn't have any gummy Tromps!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"That's enough!" screamed Baby Squirrel. But before he could get to the Tromps, a forcefield blocked his path. "Turn this thing off, you cowards!" demanded Baby Squirrel, who was banging on the forcefield with all his might.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"No can do, flea-mouth. Buzz. Click." laughed the robot Tromp. "You're going to hurt our ratings, so get back in your chair. And now, the final question for the blog, right now!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Okay, I've had it with you fat Tromps!" fumed Baby Squirrel. "We are going to chase you out of town!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oh, yeah? You and what army, flea belly?" snickered the normal Tromp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Will this army do?" asked Baby Squirrel, and he pointed behind him. Everybody was rising out of their chairs and glaring at the Tromps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Ooooooh!" cried the Tromp brothers, and they began to back away, stepping on the force field generator, cracking it by mistake, and shutting off the force field.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Getty-up, Little Jen! Let's blow them up!" screamed Tiny Jen, who was on a real stage coach, and Little Jen was on a real horse. And in her hand Tiny Jen held a stick of lit dynamite. And then they charged the Tromp brothers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"No! Stay back! Keep that away from us!" cried the Robot Tromp. "Click! Buzz!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"No can do, spinach stomach," said Tiny Jen. "We've got a score to settle!" and then she threw the dynamite, sending the Tromp brothers into the air.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Last question," said the normal Tromp, as they soared out of site. "Tiny Jen blew the Tromp brothers up into the air in this blog right now. When are we going to meet the cosmos. The answer is: ten secooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooonds," they both screamed as they soared out of site.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The End&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. "And so, somebody got what they deserved," said Baby Squirrel. "I don't know who it was, or what they got, but it doesn't really matter at this point, does it? The answer is: Yes."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The End For Real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The weekly blog of Maxwell DiMarco (www.maxwelldimarco.com), seven year old author and artist, of the graphic novel "Baby Squirrel is in Town" and other books and CDs.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714659246604699753-2873068171361595438?l=maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/feeds/2873068171361595438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714659246604699753&amp;postID=2873068171361595438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/2873068171361595438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/2873068171361595438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/2009/11/stand-alone-2-this-is-not-part-of-any.html' title='Stand Alone #2 (This is not part of any season or any series or the story) The Second Annual Baby Squirrel Quiz Show'/><author><name>Maxwell Kier DiMarco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937726475561652197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fUjbfT3sq4/SZt2LLhXL0I/AAAAAAAAABI/4FQFL2nv6Zg/S220/max.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714659246604699753.post-9190298423975627759</id><published>2009-11-18T22:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T22:51:19.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stand Alone #1 (This is not part of any season or any series or the story) Baby Squirrel Takes the Cake</title><content type='html'>"Baby Squirrel! Baby Squirrel! Baby Squirrel! Baby Squirrel!" sang a stupid nene, and he died.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Muscles muscles! I'm going to take the cake! Muscles muscles! Oh no it's a fake!" sobbed Baby Squirrel as he bit into a fake six decker chocolate layer cake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"BABY SQUIRREL!" fumed Daddy Squirrel as he saw Baby Squirrel running away with what appeared to be the cake. "Give back that cake!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suddenly, a robot stepped on the house! And it was driven by a goomba! "Ow! Ow why the rude awakening?!" groaned Tiny Jen who was as flat as a piece of paper. "Okay, so I slept in a little. So What?! Why the flattening, Daddy Squirrel?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just then, Baby Squirrel crashed in the window, and took a big bite out of Tiny Jen's bed and ran away in the shape of an elephant. "Well, so much for my pet elephant," said Tiny Jen. And then Copy ran in with a person in disguise. Suddenly, Mama Fizzyba crashed in with a cake in her hand.  "Dinner is served," said Mama Fizzyba, and she threw the cake on the disguised person and it turned out to be Nika Shpee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Arg! I'm going to throw this pie at you!" said Copy, and he threw a pie at Mama Fizzyba but Mama Fizzyba kicked it back at him, and Copy ran screaming out of California disguised as a werewolf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Baby Squirrel, get back here!" demanded Daddy Squirrel who had been chasing Baby Squirrel all over the globe. "Bring back that cake!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Aaaah!" gasped Baby Squirrel when he realized what was in his hands. (and after he was done sleep-running) "This is a tennisball!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I might have told you to bring back that cake," taunted Daddy Squirrel who was holding up the real six decker chocolate layer cake, "But it doesn't matter because that was a fake."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I'm going to take the cake today!" said Baby Squirrel, and he began to chase Daddy Squirrel all the way to Florida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meanwhile, at Spike Slug's house...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Rise and shine, my little crickets!" soothed Fat the Fat Nene, who helped his fattest crickets out of bed. (Most of the crickets were as big as a bus, but the biggest one was as big as the cosmos.) "It's time to get up. A herd of Sonics is coming this way but you can stop them!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Pass the peanut butter," said a grumpy rainbow ant the size of a bus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Here's the jelly," sighed Spike Slug. "Here's the first piece of bread. Here's the second piece of bread. Here's the Sonic, here's the tails, here's the bowser, here's the Mario, here's the Luigi, but NOT the peanut butter!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Okay!" fumed the grumpy rainbow ant the size of a bus, and he kicked Spike Slug into the toaster and the house was caught fire and was blown up by an atomic bomb shaped like a Deku's face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meanwhile, in a bakery...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oooooookay," hissed John the Snake Nene. "Thissss reccccccipe caaaaals fooooooor two cups of ffffffflower, ttttttttthhhhhhree cups of storm master's ffffffffacccccce, ttttthhhhree cupssssss of nnnnnnnene hairs, red nnnnnene hairs only, annnnnd afterwwwwwwwordsss, ppppplace in refridgeratorrrrrr. Ssssounds sssssimple enough."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Hey! Who's doing all the work? You or me?" screamed LouLou the Ball Nene. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"*Beep* Uuuuuuuuuup!" hissed John the Snake Nene, and he tossed her the three cups of storm master's face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Let's see how you like the recipe," fumed LouLou the Ball Nene, and she threw a carrot in the middle of the tea kettle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Arrrrrrrghhhh!" hissed John the Snake Nene as he got stabbed by an Egyptian Nana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Every single nene! Every single nene! Every single nene! Every single nene!" drawled Copy Zero who had crashed through the roof, and then he died.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Get over here," said Tiki Face 100 who had been turned into a pig by a bicycle and he dragged Copy Zero out of the bakery... and was crushed by a safe. "Ow!" groaned Tiki Face 100, and then he too died. Random!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meanwhile, in the yoyo ride...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I am the Baby Squirrel! All shall bow!" laughed Baby Squirrel who was holding a cake up to the sky. "All shall bow, I repeat: All shall zooboo! All shall cookie! All shall zoogie! All shall--" and then he was crushed by a giant nene. "Moh," said the nene, but just then, it fell off of the yoyo nene. Random!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meanwhile, ten years ago...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Hoo ga hoo ga hoo ga!" sang a yoyo nene and then he died.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The End&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The weekly blog of Maxwell DiMarco (www.maxwelldimarco.com), seven year old author and artist, of the graphic novel "Baby Squirrel is in Town" and other books and CDs.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714659246604699753-9190298423975627759?l=maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/feeds/9190298423975627759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714659246604699753&amp;postID=9190298423975627759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/9190298423975627759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/9190298423975627759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/2009/11/stand-alone-1-this-is-not-part-of-any.html' title='Stand Alone #1 (This is not part of any season or any series or the story) Baby Squirrel Takes the Cake'/><author><name>Maxwell Kier DiMarco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937726475561652197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fUjbfT3sq4/SZt2LLhXL0I/AAAAAAAAABI/4FQFL2nv6Zg/S220/max.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714659246604699753.post-5803408821260852343</id><published>2009-11-14T23:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T00:22:38.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Roy Express vs. The Buggy Express</title><content type='html'>"Hey, look at that!" said Spike Slug. "It's a train ride!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're right," said Baby Squirrel. "Let's get on."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh goodie," laughed Spike Slug. "Looks like you're finally smartening up and risking trying the rides."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Baby Squirrel punched Spike Slug on the nose. BONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wrong!" screamed Baby Squirrel. "I'm not stupidening up and risking the rides. It's because *that* is the next castle, Slugo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, okay," groaned Spike Slug who now had a big dip in the center of his face. "Just don't punch me again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's go," said Daddy Squirrel. And they all got into the back car of the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Welcome aboard the Roy Express," cackled Roy over the loud speakers. "Sit back and relax, passengers. We'll be going around the fair. So relax with some Coke-a-Cola and take time to admire the scenery. And of course, the Roy Express guarantees that you won't get out alive, Baby Squirrel! Heh heh heh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, it's not like he has any followers," said Baby Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then Baby Squirrel noticed something brown which was shaped like a mushroom, and had eyes, and a mouth with two little sharp teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh no," moaned all the werewloves at the same time. "It's a goomba."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am going to kill you," said the goomba. It began to hit Mommy Squirrel over her head with its feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Attention goomba, prepare to disembark the train," screamed Mommy Squirrel as she grabbed the goomba and threw it off the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Roar!" roared the goomba and it beat its stomach with its feet and began to chase the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then Baby Squirrel noticed something brown which was shaped like a mushroom, and had eyes, and a mouth with two little sharp teeth. But this goomba had a green hat on its head with a spike on top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh no," moaned all the werewolves at the same time. "It's a spiky goomba."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am going to kill you," laughed the spiky goomba. It began to hit Mommy Squirrel over her head with its feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Attention spiky goomba, prepare to disembark the train," screamed Mommy Squirrel as she grabbed the spiky goomba and threw it off the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Roar!" roared the spiky goomba and it beat its stomach with its feet and began to chase the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not sure, but I just had the sudden feeling of de ja vu," gasped Vampire #5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, a giant goomba feel from the sky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"RRRROOOOOAAAARRRR!" roared the giant goomba. It began to jump on Mommy Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I guess the goombas like my new perfume," moaned Mommy Squirrel and she picked up the giant goomba and threw it off the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"RRRROOOOOAAAARRRR!" roared the giant goomba. It beat its stomach with its feet and began to chase after the train with the two smaller goombas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not sure, but I just had the sudden feeling of de ja vu," gasped Vampire #5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We sure are having a lot of de ja vu in this blog," groaned Vampire #4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"De ja vu, you say?" asked Vampire #3, who flipped a gernade launcher over in his hand. "Don't like de ja vu, you say? You say you have too much? Well, I can take care of that!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he blew up the previous paragraphs of this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KA-BOOM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, that should take care of it," groaned Baby Squirrel who was sprawled on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why, thank you," said Vampire #3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then, Baby Squirrel noticed that he and his friends were in a different train car. The one they had been in, had spun off somewhere and fifty enraged goombas were chasing the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, we're right behind the steam engine," said Baby Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeekkkk!" cried Roy as he noticed Baby Squirrel and his friends. "Oh my! How did you get there? Wh-what did you do? What did you do to get here so fast?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, let's just say we had grenade power on our side," sneered Vampire #3 as he pointed his grenade gun at Roy's head. "One false move and you'll be meatballs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Boy, this is going to be a short battle," said Baby Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then a voice that was definitely not Roy's came over the intercom. "And now, due to popular demand, we have a special theme to play." And then the chant began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm a bug, you're a bug. I'm a bug and you're a bug. We're all bugs and we're very big. But we don't like it when we go kersplat on a fig. Baby Squirrel, you are doomed, because pretty soon you'll be consumed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh nnnnnnoooooooooo!" cried Baby Squirrel. "The buggies!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then a small choo-choo train zoomed up to the steam engine and a very odd song began to play. To the tune of the Star Wars Darth Vader theme: "Bug, bug, bug, bug, bug-bug, bug, bug-bug! Bug, bug, bug, bug, bug-bug, bug, bug-bug!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why the epic entrance? They are as not epic as can be!" groaned Baby Squirrel. Just then a boxing glove popped out of the buggies smoke stack and punched Baby Squirrel in the chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I get it. I know a challenge when I see one!" growled Roy. Then he kicked Vampire #3 off the train and stepped on the gas. "Well, they're going to have to catch me first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile,  inside the buggies' choo-choo train...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I get it. I know a challenge when I see one!" said the leader of the buggy tribe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ja vu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, it's time for a food fight," said the big fat bug and he put pepperoni, sausage, extra cheese, and pizza crust into a wooden basket and began to play his tuba. Then he opened up the engine and put the basket inside it and shut the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, pizzas started shooting out the smoke stack and going kersplat on poor Roy's head -- NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, you wanna play dirty," said Roy. "No problem!" Then he saw a train lever coming up. The lever attached the tracks that his train was on to the tracks the buggies' train was on. "Time for a collision course!" And he pulled the lever so hard that it broke. Then the steam engine and the one remaining passenger car (yeah,  the other ones blew up, by the way) zoomed onto the other tracks and clattered toward the buggies' choo-choo train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ooooohhhhh!" cried the big fat bug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Put it in reverse! Put  it in reverse, little buggy!" demanded the buggy tribe leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, sir!" said the littlest buggy (little buggy). And the choo-choo train began to go backwards toward a jungle ride with two statues of dekus on either side of the entrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hah hah hah hah! I'm going to knock you dead, buggies!" laughed Roy. And he stepped on the glass and it shattered into a million pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Slow down, you stupid koopaling! You're going to get us all killed!" screamed Abominable Snowman #10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Be quite," demanded Roy. "What's the worst that could happen?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the buggies' choo-choo train disappeared into a time portal and the time portal shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aaaaaaaahhhhh!" cried Roy. "You there, Slugo! Hit the brakes!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He's telling me?" groaned Spike Slug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't stop!" screamed Roy. And the train crashed into a pool and the train crashed into a pool inside the ride. "Well," sighed Roy, as water began to fill the steam engine. "At least I'm safe here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then, he heard the goombas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Row, men! Row!" said the giant goomba who was in a Viking ship with the other goombas who were rowing furiously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeeeeoooowwwww!" cried Roy. And he jumped out the window and swam, screaming, out of the pool. He was followed by the goombas who, for some odd reason, had not realized that they were rowing through solid earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come on, guys," said Baby Squirrel, as he marched out of the jungle ride with his friends. And then the jungle ride exploded, taking Roy's train with it (but for some odd reason, the deku statues still stood in the same place they always stood, not burned or scoured in any way). "That's two down."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Six to go," finished Spike Slug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they walked away from the burning ruins of the Roy Express.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And from the burning ashes of McMcMcCain and his dog Fame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End. For Real. And McRandom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The weekly blog of Maxwell DiMarco (www.maxwelldimarco.com), seven year old author and artist, of the graphic novel "Baby Squirrel is in Town" and other books and CDs.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714659246604699753-5803408821260852343?l=maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/feeds/5803408821260852343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714659246604699753&amp;postID=5803408821260852343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/5803408821260852343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/5803408821260852343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/2009/11/roy-express-vs-buggy-express.html' title='The Roy Express vs. The Buggy Express'/><author><name>Maxwell Kier DiMarco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937726475561652197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fUjbfT3sq4/SZt2LLhXL0I/AAAAAAAAABI/4FQFL2nv6Zg/S220/max.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714659246604699753.post-2066574581860386422</id><published>2009-11-09T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T21:50:44.982-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spike Slug'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rides'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='carnival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roller coaster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='super heroes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Squirrel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Super Calcium Salad for Breakfast Bar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Super Calcium Bar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ferris Wheel'/><title type='text'>The Roller Coaster of Doom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Up in the top car of the Ferris Wheel . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Argh&lt;/span&gt;!" fumed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bowser&lt;/span&gt; Jr. "There goes the first castle with that big talker and that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Koopa&lt;/span&gt;, too! But he won't be getting past Roy if I have anything to say about it. Attention, Roy! Be on the lookout for a squirrel and his friends."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aye, aye, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Bowser&lt;/span&gt; Jr.," said Roy through a speaker. "Not a single one of them will get past my castle."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hehehe&lt;/span&gt;. Good. Good," chuckled &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Bowser&lt;/span&gt; Jr. and he shut off the speaker. "Gee," he muttered to himself, "where is that stupid couple? I told them to be here by six o'clock . . . . Maybe they lost their watch or something."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, in front of the Roller Coaster . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Roller Coaster of Doom? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Whoo&lt;/span&gt;-wee. Is there any ride in Jen World &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Bowser&lt;/span&gt; Jr. hasn't changed?," moaned Baby Squirrel. (By the way, all of Jen World is a Fair. Just thought you'd like to know.)  "Apparently not."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"An excellent observation," said Daddy Squirrel and he handed Baby Squirrel a Super Calcium Salad for Breakfast Bar with good salad dressing in congratulations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you very much," said Baby Squirrel and he took the Super Calcium bar out of its wrapper, put some salad dressing on it and popped it into his mouth and threw away the wrapper.  "That's good. Oh, and by the way, Spike Slug, don't get us into any more traps."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay. Okay," sighed Spike Slug. "It's just I always wanted to go on a roller coaster." Just then he heard a voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have fun! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Wheee&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uh, what?" asked Baby Squirrel. And then he noticed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Cakletta&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Farfel&lt;/span&gt; zip by in one of the roller coaster cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're right, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Farfel&lt;/span&gt;, this is very fun," said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Cakletta&lt;/span&gt; as they did a loop-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;-loop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We found you guys!" screamed Mommy Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah!" cried &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Farfel&lt;/span&gt;. "I have scare. It's those people we almost killed back in Season 3."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, you finally found us, eh?" mocked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Cakletta&lt;/span&gt;. "Well, then, let's see you come and get us flea carriers." And then, they zoomed off down the roller coaster track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I guess we are going to have a trip on a roller coaster," said Baby Squirrel and then he and his friends hopped into another roller coaster car and zoomed off after them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, up in the top car of the Ferris Wheel . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Mortron&lt;/span&gt; and Armored Bro, I am very disappointed in you two," snarled &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Bowser&lt;/span&gt; Jr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uh, sorry, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Bowser&lt;/span&gt; Jr.," shivered &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Mortron&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Unless I haven't found out about it, I'm pretty sure that 'sorry' does not stop good guys," screamed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Bowser&lt;/span&gt; Jr., "so I'll have to do it myself. Those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;stupid&lt;/span&gt; spies of mine &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Cakletta&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Farfel&lt;/span&gt;, are taking a ride on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;roller&lt;/span&gt; coaster, as it turns out, but so are Baby Squirrel and his friends. So I'm going to give them a little surprise party. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Hehehe&lt;/span&gt;." And then his battle ship flew up to the window and he jumped out the window and into his battle ship and flew off toward Jen World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, speeding along on the roller coaster . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They're gaining on us, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Farfel&lt;/span&gt;. Make this thing go faster," demanded &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Cakletta&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I cannot," gasped &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Farfel&lt;/span&gt;. "There is no gas pedal. The roller must go at its own speed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well there's the lever that controls the speed coming up. Pull it if you can't make it go faster yourself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I suppose," gulped &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Farfel&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;And&lt;/span&gt; he pushed the lever forward and then both roller coaster cars zoomed down the track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We can catch them," said Baby Squirrel, who had tied his propeller to his tail and was hanging it off the roller coaster car. "With my super propeller, there's no way we can lose them now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whatever you say, I suppose," said all the werewolves at the same time. "Full speed ahead."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Hehehe&lt;/span&gt;.  Yes, baby Squirrel, go faster. Right into my trap," said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Bowser&lt;/span&gt; Jr. who had flown out of the sky in his battle ship. "HA!" And then, the battle ship fired a canon ball, blowing up the track in front of Baby Squirrel and his team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I feel promotion," laughed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Farfel&lt;/span&gt; as he and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Cakletta&lt;/span&gt; jumped around in their roller coaster car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Promotion? On  no no no no no. The only one getting a promotion right now, is me," laughed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Bowser&lt;/span&gt; Jr. And then he few away, cackling triumphantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, boo," moaned &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Raby&lt;/span&gt; Squirrel and then their roller coaster car fell toward the ground. . . .  But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;unfortunately&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Bowser&lt;/span&gt; Jr. will have to demote himself now, for his plan only caused Baby Squirrel and his team's roller coaster car to speed away along the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There they go!" cried &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Farfel&lt;/span&gt;. "I g&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;uess&lt;/span&gt; we won't be getting a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;promotion&lt;/span&gt; today, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;Cakletta&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, yes we will," said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;Cakletta&lt;/span&gt;. "Wait until we catch them." And then they fell through the hole in the track and sped after Baby Squirrel and his team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They're after us!" gasped Spike Slug. "And I'm not sure, but I think that witch, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;Cakletta&lt;/span&gt;, is getting ready to throw lightning."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just fire!" screamed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;Farfel&lt;/span&gt;, "They're getting away!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Be quiet. I"m the boss," demanded &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;Cakletta&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Incoming lightning," said Vampire #4. And everyone in the roller coaster car was zapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;Cakletta&lt;/span&gt;. You want to play dirty? Two can play at this game," said Vampire #3.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;And&lt;/span&gt; then he took out a nail gun and fired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have scream!" gasped &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;Farfel&lt;/span&gt; and he and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;Cakletta&lt;/span&gt; ducked for no reason, because the nails only gave the inside of the cart a major &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;poky&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;ness&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ouch!" cried &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;Cakletta&lt;/span&gt;, as a nail &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;shish&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;ka&lt;/span&gt;-bobbed her in the stomach. "That hurt. And I've had it with you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;furballs&lt;/span&gt;. And then lightning crashed down from the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, no, not again!" cried Spike Slug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Never fear, Spike Slug, I know how to take care of those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;stups&lt;/span&gt;," said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;Baby&lt;/span&gt; Squirrel and he charged up a rainbow blast and fired at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;Cakletta&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;Farfel&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, *beep*," moaned &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;Cakletta&lt;/span&gt;, and then they were blown sky high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wish I could fly . . . " cried &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;Farfal&lt;/span&gt; as they sailed off into space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Looks like we're blasting off again," cried &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"&gt;Cakletta&lt;/span&gt;, and then they were gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Looks like we're blasting off again?" said Baby Squirrel. "I seemed to have heard that somewhere."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The weekly blog of Maxwell DiMarco (www.maxwelldimarco.com), seven year old author and artist, of the graphic novel "Baby Squirrel is in Town" and other books and CDs.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714659246604699753-2066574581860386422?l=maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/feeds/2066574581860386422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714659246604699753&amp;postID=2066574581860386422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/2066574581860386422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/2066574581860386422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/2009/11/roller-coaster-of-doom.html' title='The Roller Coaster of Doom'/><author><name>Maxwell Kier DiMarco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937726475561652197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fUjbfT3sq4/SZt2LLhXL0I/AAAAAAAAABI/4FQFL2nv6Zg/S220/max.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714659246604699753.post-1974019486140833079</id><published>2009-10-29T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T20:16:13.914-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spike Slug'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mortron'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Koopa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Super Mario Galaxy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bowser Jr.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Squirrel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Armored Bro'/><title type='text'>The Cook House of Murder</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cough cough cough!&lt;/span&gt; coughed Baby Squirrel, who was crawling across the ground past empty chairs next to empty tables with pieces of paper on them that said "GO AWAY! Unless you're the main course." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"What a horrible cook!" coughed Spike Slug. "I bet he doesn't any have anything to cook with!" Just then, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Koopa&lt;/span&gt; took it's place at a table and was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;shishkebabed&lt;/span&gt; by a spear. Random!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"There's the entrance to this 'cook house'," gasped Mommy Squirrel, and she pointed to a door leading into a wooden building with smoke trailing from inside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Well let's go in and see what the main course is," said Baby Squirrel, and he and his team went inside. Then Baby Squirrel was hit by a sudden puff of smoke. POOF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cough! Cough! Cough! Cough! Cough! &lt;/span&gt;choked Spike Slug. "I bet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mortron&lt;/span&gt; never even went to cooking school."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then, Spike Slug was picked up by a mechanical arm. "Help!" screamed Spike Slug, as he was dropped onto and tied to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;barbecue&lt;/span&gt; which was on full blast, and a stupid Hammer Bro was running it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;," drawled the Stupid Hammer Bro, "soon you'll be roasted slug."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then, Mommy Squirrel quickly took out the book called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Book&lt;/span&gt; and flipped through the pages rapidly. "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Planta&lt;/span&gt; Tank, General Guy, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Darbus&lt;/span&gt;, Copy, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Tiki&lt;/span&gt; Face, Star Globe, Baby Squirrel's collection of Super Calcium Bars . . . ah, here we go. The Stupid Hammer Bro. Height, six feet. The Stupid Hammer Bro is one of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Mortron's&lt;/span&gt; servants. It is very stupid. However, it is led by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Mortron's&lt;/span&gt; favorite lackey, Armored Bro. . . Armored Bro? Who's that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, that's it you Stupid Hammer Bro," screamed Baby Squirrel, despite the smoke and he threw the Stupid Hammer Bro into the air, grabbed Spike Slug from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;barbecue&lt;/span&gt; and then the Hammer Bro came down on the floor with a thud . . . dead from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;stupidness&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Mortron&lt;/span&gt; came into the room. "Well, well, well. We have intruders," said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Mortron&lt;/span&gt;. "Invaders. Unwelcome guests. Spies. Traitors. Robbers and other stuff like that. But I have a solution for that." And then, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Koopa&lt;/span&gt; in armor came into the room. It also had a helmet with a spike on top of its head. And its shell had spikes, too. "Meet my favorite servant, Armored Bro," laughed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Mortron&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uh," moaned Baby Squirrel. He walked over to Armored Bro. Armored Bro did nothing. He bonked Armored Bro on the nose. Armored Bro did not twitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What a stupid lackey," laughed Daddy Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, Armored Bro laughed at the top of his lungs, "AND THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT WE WANT YOU TO THINK!" The door slammed shut behind Baby Squirrel  and his team, sealing them inside the cook house. "Oh, yeah, that's right, you're trapped now!" screamed Armored Bro. "Now who's the stupid one, eh Squirrel?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well it's not like we're out numbered," said all the werewolves at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, but we have a solution for that, too," giggled &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Mortron&lt;/span&gt;. "We have &lt;span&gt;an explanation, explication, result,  the ticket, &lt;/span&gt;comment. Bye bye. Come on out, guys!" And then fifty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Koopas&lt;/span&gt; who looked like Hammer Bros except they were red and without hammers stepped into the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not sure," said Mommy Squirrel, who was looking from the red Hammer Bro-like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Koopas&lt;/span&gt; to one of the pages in The Book, "But I think those are called Fire Bros, or something. They're the same height as Hammer Bros--six feet--but instead of throwing hammers, the breathe fireballs. They are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Mortron's&lt;/span&gt; Ultimate Servants. He keeps them hidden, most of the time, but when it comes to killing people they are the best to have around. They are the best to have around if you want dinner that consists of fresh meat, but do not have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;barbecue&lt;/span&gt; around. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Ooo&lt;/span&gt;. I don't like the sound of this. Wait a moment, it says, 'However, they are also stupid.' Well, how about that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. We're going to kill you," drawled one of the Fire Bros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then, Baby Squirrel jumped into the air, bounced on each of the Fire Bros and knocked each one unconscious in the process. "Okay, I'm ready for the next wave now," chuckled Baby Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, no no no no no," laughed Armored Bro, who was holding some thing in his clenched fist. "Because soon, we are going to blow you sky high. That was only the distraction, you see." And then he placed the thing on the ground. It was round, black and had a small, lit fuse that was about to go off on top of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"BOOM!" cried Spike Slug, and then, the cook house exploded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;KABOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMM&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cough,&lt;/span&gt; coughed Baby Squirrel. "Ow." Just then he noticed that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Mortron&lt;/span&gt; and Armored Bro were not hurt at all, despite the enormous explosion that had just occurred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How did you do that?" asked Spike Slug, who was covered in ashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, we had a little help," chuckled &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Mortron&lt;/span&gt;. "Assistance, aid, support and other dictionary words." Just then, somebody laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Hehehe&lt;/span&gt;." Then out of the sky came &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Bowser&lt;/span&gt; Jr. in his battleship. "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Wha&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. You made it," laughed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Bowser&lt;/span&gt; Jr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That was a line he had from Super Mario Galaxy," moaned Vampire #2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But I won't need any help to get rid of you guys, unlike Mario," taunted &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Bowser&lt;/span&gt; Jr. "Okay, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Mortron&lt;/span&gt;, get 'em! Stop 'em flat! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Hehehe&lt;/span&gt;." And then he flew off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay," said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Mortron&lt;/span&gt;, who had taken out a magic wand. "Any last words?"  And then he and Armored Bro charged toward Baby Squirrel and his friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's swinging time," said Baby Squirrel. Then he grabbed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Mortron&lt;/span&gt; by the neck and threw him into Armored Bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, Squirrel, you want pain? I'll give you pain," screamed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Mortron&lt;/span&gt;. "Magic wand, hurl that Squirrel! Make him whirl!" Then Baby Squirrel was swept up into the air by a tornado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, no more Mr. Nice Slug," fumed Spike Slug. Then he reached into his shell and took out his chess board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A chess board? What are you going to do with a chess board? Throw a bishop at us?" laughed Armored Bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No. This," screamed Spike Slug, and this time it was Armored &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Bro's&lt;/span&gt; turn to be knocked through the air and knock into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Mortron&lt;/span&gt;, causing the tornado to evaporate like water in a pond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, that does it! That does it!" fumed Armored Bro and he reached into his shell and took out another bomb, only this one was a time bomb, set to go off in three seconds. "You're in trouble now, flea carriers. And when I say trouble, I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;talkin&lt;/span&gt;' three seconds to death. You ready to surrender?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Far from it," said Baby Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Give it your best shot," laughed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Mortron&lt;/span&gt;. "Send them sailing, Armored Bro!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, yeah, but we're not going to hold back," said Spike Slug. And then snatched the time bomb from them and threw it back at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero. Time is up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then the bomb landed right between &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;Mortron&lt;/span&gt; and Armored Bro. "Oh, cats and wires!" moaned &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;Mortron&lt;/span&gt;. And then the time bomb exploded, sending them spiraling toward the top car of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;Ferris&lt;/span&gt; wheel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We'll be back," screamed Armored Bro, as they sailed into the heavens. "You can't keep a bad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;Koopa&lt;/span&gt; down for long!"  Then, they were out of sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One down!" cheered Mommy Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Seven to go," said Baby Squirrel. And then they zoomed away from the ruins of the cook house . . . unaware of two pair of stupid eyes of two stupid people on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The weekly blog of Maxwell DiMarco (www.maxwelldimarco.com), seven year old author and artist, of the graphic novel "Baby Squirrel is in Town" and other books and CDs.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714659246604699753-1974019486140833079?l=maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/feeds/1974019486140833079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714659246604699753&amp;postID=1974019486140833079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/1974019486140833079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/1974019486140833079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/2009/10/cook-house-of-murder.html' title='The Cook House of Murder'/><author><name>Maxwell Kier DiMarco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937726475561652197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fUjbfT3sq4/SZt2LLhXL0I/AAAAAAAAABI/4FQFL2nv6Zg/S220/max.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714659246604699753.post-6836579456063868152</id><published>2009-10-27T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T00:15:16.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rides of Mortron</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boom. The Ultimate Baby Squirrel Airlines landed right outside Jen World's National Fair. However, its welcoming sign had been changed from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Welcome to Jen World. Enjoy Your Visit&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Welcome to Bowser Jr.'s Fair of Murder. Where You Get Murdered. Enjoy Your Visit. It'll be  Your Last Visit&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Brrr, those Koopalings sure know how to make my shell shiver," shivered Spike Slug, who was outside of the plane with Baby Squirrel and his team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come on, how bad can it be?" asked Baby Squirrel. "Those guys are just a bunch of turtle kids, if you ask me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's the spirit, Baby Squirrel," said Mommy Squirrel, and she handed him a Super Calcium Bar in congratulations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A Super Calcium Bar?" said Baby Squirrel. "Uh-uh. No way. How about a Super Calcium Salad for Breakfast Bar with Good Salad Dressing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;". . . ." Daddy Squirrel was silent. "I think he's growing up," he said. And then he fainted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come on team! It's time we tackled those Koopalings to the ground," said Baby Squirrel, and he and his team marched into the Fair, along with Mommy Squirrel who was carrying Daddy Squirrel on her back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, up in the top car of the Ferris Wheel . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hahahaha. Hehehe. It's time to unleash the true danger of Bowser Jr.'s Fair of Murder," laughed Bowser Jr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Boss, are you sure it was a good idea to put the prisoners up with us in the control room?" asked Roy, who had been forced to hang on to the padlock, because he was too heavy to fit inside without crushing the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What in the---?" screamed Bowser Jr. when  he realized all the Koopalings were with him  "Get out of here! You should be in your castles!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But Boss, we don't want to get clobbered first," said Iggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"GET OUT!" screamed Bowser Jr., knocking all the Koopalings out the window and off the padlock, sending them all spiraling toward Jen World like shooting stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, in Bowser Jr.'s Fair of Murder . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ohhhh," gasped Spike Slug, who was trying to run toward the carousel, but Baby Squirrel was holding him back. "Come on, Baby Squirrel, the rides aren't dangerous." He broke from Baby Squirrel's grasp and lunged toward the carousel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, very well," sighed Baby Squirrel and he and his friends followed Spike Slug onto the carousel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think I'll be on this unicorn," said Mommy Squirrel, who put down Daddy Squirrel, who was not unconscious anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This dragon is perfect," said Spike Slug and he slithered onto it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, then," moaned Baby Squirrel. He got onto a Chess-Move Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then, Mortron fell from the sky . . . right on his helmet. BONK! "Not too good a landing," groaned Mortron, who had a remote control in his hand. "However, it's time for you to meet Bowser Jr.'s Rides of Murder, Baby Squirrel."  Then he clicked the "on" button. "Have a nice day. Have a nice time. Bye bye. Let's go. Bon Voyage and other farewells. Hahahaha!" And then the carousel started up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Baby Squirrel and his team were chained to their carousel animals. The carousel started up at full blast. "Wheeeee!" cheered Spike Slug. "Well, giddy-up, dragon." Just then the dragon's head turned around and it breathed fire on him. Meanwhile, Mommy Squirrel's unicorn was poking her with its horn and Baby Squirrel's Chess-Move Squirrel had decided to imitate a bucking bronco and it was bucking Baby Squirrel all over the bucking track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy Squirrel had chosen a chariot and it seemed to be lacking its wheels, so it spun in circles like crazy. Then Daddy Squirrel got hit in the face with something. "Okay!" screamed Daddy Squirrel as he got hit in the face again. "Who's throwing up!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, this is gooood," sneered Mortron. "It's fabulous, fantastic, super, great, astounding, amazing, bye bye." Then the chains disappeared and sent Baby Squirrel and his team spiraling into a fun house, which Bowser Jr. had changed from  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Mirror House&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Murder  House&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, at least it's better than the carousel," moaned Spike Slug, who had been the one throwing up on Daddy Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You led us onto the carousel, Spike Slug," fumed Baby Squirrel. "This is your fault!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Bowser Jr.'s voice (even though Bowser Jr. was still in the control room on top of the ferris wheel) came over the loud speakers. "Welcome to the Murder House! First up you must find your way through the Maze of Mirrors. Second up, you must find the correct mirror or get shish-kabobed. And last, you must race lava down the Slide of Doom. Have a nice day! Hahahaha. Hehehe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aw, this is too easy," said Baby Squirrel, who had noticed a maze of mirrors before them. And then he led his friends left, right,   left, left, right, right, right and then they were in a chamber with three fun house mirrors. "Let's see." He took a peek into the left mirror. In it he saw a shish-kabob stick behind him. He ducked and the mirror was shattered by the shish-kabob stick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's try the right mirror," said Mommy Squirrel. In the mirror, a spear was coming toward her. She jumped, and that mirror, too, was shattered. Only this time it was a spear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's try the middle," said all the werewolves at the same time. They looked inside and there was chamber. Then Baby Squirrel and his friends walked right through the glass . . .  and were sliding down a slide while lava was pouring after them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!" cried Spike Slug who was pushing himself forward with his shell. Suddenly, the slide split into two slides: One going left, one going right. Baby Squirrel and his friends went right. The lava poured down the left way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"At least that's over," said Daddy Squirrel. Just then they noticed a food court before them and a big sign read: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cook House of Mortron. Where You are the Dinner.&lt;/span&gt; "Oh, no." And then Baby Squirrel  and his team walked inside the first castle . . . and I think they're invited to dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The weekly blog of Maxwell DiMarco (www.maxwelldimarco.com), seven year old author and artist, of the graphic novel "Baby Squirrel is in Town" and other books and CDs.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714659246604699753-6836579456063868152?l=maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/feeds/6836579456063868152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714659246604699753&amp;postID=6836579456063868152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/6836579456063868152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714659246604699753/posts/default/6836579456063868152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwelldimarco.blogspot.com/2009/10/rides-of-mortron.html' title='Rides of Mortron'/><author><name>Maxwell Kier DiMarco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937726475561652197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fUjbfT3sq4/SZt2LLhXL0I/AAAAAAAAABI/4FQFL2nv6Zg/S220/max.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714659246604699753.post-8238565731612518779</id><published>2009-10-20T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T23:56:23.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ultimate Baby Squirrel Airlines</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;," screamed Baby Squirrel and he and his team plummeted toward Baby Squirrel world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is it!" cried Daddy Squirrel. "We're about the meet the agony of defeat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Never fear! Tiny Jen is here," said Tiny Jen and she threw parachutes to everyone.  And then the parachutes opened giving Baby Squirrel and his team a nice soft landing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, the landing was soft at least," said Spike Slug, "but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nutville&lt;/span&gt; is in ruins!T-H-E-M-O-O-N destroyed it all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then I'd say it's time to go to another planet," said Baby Squirrel. "We've had four seasons on this planet. I'm ready to go on. And I know just how to get there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You aren't going to use Baby Squirrel Airlines, are you?" gasped Spike Slug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;how'd&lt;/span&gt; you guess?" asked Baby Squirrel. Everybody sighed. "Oh no you don't, you're not going to sigh on me!" and Baby Squirrel picked up Spike Slug and shook him vigorously from side to side.  "This is not the Baby Squirrel airlines you remember." And then he pointed over his shoulder and everybody was astonished with what lay before them: An amazing plane was there. Not a single scrape or dent. And it was enormous. "All aboard the ultimate Baby Squirrel Airlines!" screamed Baby Squirrel. Everybody rushed inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, in Professor Chicken's Candy Store . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;zied&lt;/span&gt; eggs," cried Professor Chicken, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;zou&lt;/span&gt; did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;zI&lt;/span&gt; get in the middle of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Nutville&lt;/span&gt;? One &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;zinute&lt;/span&gt;, I was in my candy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;zore&lt;/span&gt; watching a giant battleship come toward &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ze&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ze&lt;/span&gt; next minute, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;zI'm&lt;/span&gt; in the middle of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Nutville&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Zut&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;zupid&lt;/span&gt; day"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you complaining about now?" asked Dancing Jen, who did a little annoyed dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Zook&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;outzide&lt;/span&gt;," demanded Professor Chicken.  Just then, they heard a noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look out below!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Zut&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;ze&lt;/span&gt; name of--" gasped Professor Chicken. And then, through the roof came &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Eggman&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Eggman&lt;/span&gt; Robot, alive but steaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Eggman&lt;/span&gt;," cried &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Eggman&lt;/span&gt; Robot. "Are you sure it was okay to waste those fakes?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"'Course it was, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Eggman&lt;/span&gt; Robot. My plan was full proof," said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Eggman&lt;/span&gt;. "But of course, I didn't exactly calculate where we were going to land," he added when he noticed Professor Chicken and Dancing Jen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Zey&lt;/span&gt;, you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;zeah&lt;/span&gt;, you. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Zhat&lt;/span&gt; are you doing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;zear&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Um, to tell you the truth, we don't exactly know ourselves," said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Eggman&lt;/span&gt;. "We just sort of crashed out of the sky  but forgot where to land."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But now we want revenge on Baby Squirrel," screamed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Eggman&lt;/span&gt; Robot. "Can you help?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Zaby&lt;/span&gt; Squirrel?" asked Professor Chicken. "I seem to know him. By any chance was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;ze&lt;/span&gt; the person that said 'A penny is too much to pay for an ice cream cone?'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think you've got the right guy," said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Eggman&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Zell&lt;/span&gt;, then, I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;ze&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Zancing&lt;/span&gt; Jen can help your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;zituation&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We can?" asked Dancing Jen and he did a freaked out dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;ze&lt;/span&gt; can," said Professor Chicken, and he grabbed Dancing Jen by the nose and pulled him out of the candy store, followed by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Eggman&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Eggman&lt;/span&gt; Robot who were giggling excitedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, in the ultimate Baby Squirrel Airlines  . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Welcome aboard the Ultimate Baby Squirrel Airlines," said Baby Squirrel into a microphone. "Today, we will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;teleporting&lt;/span&gt; you some steak and baked potatoes, a fork, a knife and a spoon. And of course, we can't forget the napkin to wipe yourself up after meal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Great service, '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Fraidy&lt;/span&gt; Jen #2," said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;'Fraidy&lt;/span&gt; Jen #1 as their meals were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;teleported&lt;/span&gt; to them . . . cooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Seriously," said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;'Fraidy&lt;/span&gt; Jen #2, as Tiny Jen tied his napkin around his nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You mustn't get dirty while you eat, you know," said Tiny Jen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And today's beverage is Perrier," said Baby Squirrel and some Perrier was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;teleported&lt;/span&gt; to everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Remind me to go on this flight again," said Spike Slug as he took a bit of his baked potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And I'm also happy to say, if you're aren't satisfied with you meal and drink, come to the fifty star cafeteria and check out our luxury swimming pool, if you're in the mood while you're at it," announced Baby Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, goody," moaned Daddy Squirrel. "We'll probably wind up with a few crumbs and a drip of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!" screamed a voice from the back of the plane. "Come dine in our fifty star cafeteria and enjoy the luxury swimming pool!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Amazing!" said Tiny Jen and she, her vampire friends and her abominable snowman friends rushed to the back of the plane to find . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi, Tiny Jen," said Baby Jen who was in front of an enormous swimming pool and a door that read: "This Way to the Fifty Star Cafeteria."  "Didn't know you were on 
