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Meet Fancy Boots McPaws #1It was a normal morning in Acorn Acres, a little breezy for Boots' taste but it was still nice. Boots yawned as she stepped out onto the front porch of her little cabin wearing a light pink robe paired with her brown leather cowboy boots. She began to undo the curlers bracing the sides of her muzzle as she sipped a warm cup of hot chocolate. She began to hear the sound of someone huffing and puffing in the distance as she brushed her fur delicately. Suddenly, a very sweaty and steaming figure appeared from the side of the house. The portly robot put a handkerchief to his forehead as he tried to cool his systems down.Meet Fancy Boots McPaws #1 by CherryFizGirl
"Yuh missed a spot over thaire." Boots commented as she put down the brush.
"Miss Boots, I've been working since dawn, just give me a minute to rest please." The Bottom Feeder groaned, taking a seat in an old wicker rocking chair located on the porch. Boots took a seat beside him and began lapping up her hot chocolate.
"Could yuh be a darlin' an' polish mah boots for
Trusting COG?! finale (Plus epilogue) part 3"That's impossible,"Trusting COG?! finale (Plus epilogue) part 3 by 8TeamFriends8
Hannah said as she stared at the papers. Her ears flattened back down once she picked them up, before standing up on her feet. Felton had observed the old room of this abandoned place, that had looked similar to the field office. But still little did he know, Hannah walked along side as they both saw the office they were locked up the whole time. "But why here in the first place?" the cat asked as she walked to the office desk, searching for something useful for clues or a way out of there.
Felton8: No doubt nor unexpected strange ways, but something gave me a sense. It's telling me that your Aunt Prism is right. (*He pats off the dusk from the desk.*)
Hannah: Could you see what's going on outside?
Felton8: I could try to see through night vision, in order to find a way out. (*He try to reboot his robotic eyes, but they seem broken once Radford bash the Eagle on the ground earlier.*) My left side of my eye's aperture ring is broke.
Hannah: I'm sorry,
Doctor Surlee's daughter"Let's see...carefully...carefully...must be delicate with the peg...aaaand....you've sunk my Toontanic," Doctor Surlee frowned as he stared bewilderedly down at his game board. A smaller orange monkey, who shared a striking resemblance to him, giggled back.Doctor Surlee's daughter by CherryFizGirl
"Sorry Daddy," she chuckled warmly, poking her small head over the top of the board. She was extremely short compared to her father and had to stand upon her stool in order to look him in the eye.
"It's alright, Curlee. I just can't believe how smart you've gotten. I used to be a pro at this game!" Doctor Surlee sighed as he began to stow away his Toontanic pieces. "It seems only yesterday I started teaching you how to ride the trolley."
"Well, I am 5 now and someday I'm going to be just as smart as you, Daddy!" Curlee said with a smile.
"You plan to put your Daddy out of his job, do you?" Surlee joked, clearing his workspace of the many toys that were strewn about.
"No, I want to work with you, Daddy. I want to be yo
The Sad Story of Doctor Cookie SnifflesprocketToontown, my home, is a wonderful place,The Sad Story of Doctor Cookie Snifflesprocket by CherryFizGirl
Filled with inventions that are incredibly hard to replace,
I should know because trust me, I have tried,
And this depressing tale just makes me want to cry,
I was young and naïve and my mind was clicking,
I wondered how my Laff Meter kept on ticking,
I asked others I knew about this strange device,
Doctor Surlee said the answer was not for meek little mice,
I squeaked to him "Please, I have a firm education."
He replied "Do not boast, I know this information,
The Laff Meter is your life and should not be tampered with."
I scoffed at him and told him "That story is just a myth."
I had been told my my mother when I was young,
"Take care of that Meter or it will be unsprung,
the gears will fall out all over the floor,
and the screws will roll out right under the door!"
This myth had been told from generation to generation,
But the answers I wanted were factual information.
So I set up a workbench in my little red estate,
And studied my L
Journal Entry 7 - The Headcanon, And Other ThingsSo, there were 86 days in my Sumner vacation. I had fun - okay, I had SOME fun. Going to a summer school/camp for 6 weeks wasn’t as fun for me. It helped me better my life, but it wasn’t fun. Contrary to popular belief, I did not sing. Sorry, I just suck at singing. And I’m not a songwriter. And since WHEN does one celebrate going back to school?!Journal Entry 7 - The Headcanon, And Other Things by KovinAndBlue
I dunno, it sounds strange to me. And I don't have school!
Shut up Blue, let's move on with this.
Journal Entry (Lucky!) 7 - THE HEADCANON (Amongst Other Things)
Written by the Creator (Okay, from now on, either me or my creations will be writing these Journal Entries ALONE. Also, I had to shorten the title to get it to fit.)
So, this is it. The Lucky 7th Journal Entry. Did you miss these? I wanted to write this when I was extremely happy about something, but I figured that I'm gonna need all the luck I can get, considering school
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