Post by Sheepdogg Plankton on Nov 27, 2003 11:45:23 GMT -5
The Girl Scout who was a Boy
By
Sheepdogg Plankton
There was a boy, and his name was Jack. He was really good at drawing pictures, so he thought that he would enter the local drawing contest. He went down to the registering center.
"Hello, wha's yer name?" The man at the registering asked.
"Jack."
"Whadddya want?"
"To register in the local drawing contest."
"Okay, that'll be 20 bucks."
"What?"
"Twenty bucks to enter the drawing contest."
"Never mind."
Jack went home that night, and while his parents were sitting by the fire after dinner, he walked in on them talking.
"Mom, dad? Can I have twenty bucks?"
"No."
Jack was in a dillemma. He knew he could win that drawing contest, but he needed twenty bucks, and where the heck was he gonna get twenty bucks. He went to the pantry, to pop some popcorn. They had bought it from the boy scouts several weeks ago.
That's when it hit him. Boy Scouts. He could join the boyscouts and sell popcorn and get twenty bucks easily, then join the drawing contest! This had to be his best plan ever!
To make a long story short, it wasn't. He had gone down to the boy scout place, and asked if there was still room, and the man there said no, so he went home.
"Man, oh man, what am I going to do." He said to himself. Jack was still in his dillema, even though he really wanted to join the drawing contest, he would be surprised if he ever did. He thought and thought and thought about organizations that he could join, but none came to mind, for whatever reason.
Then it hit him. Girl Scouts. He could join the Girl Scouts!
So, the next day, he was out in his girl scout uniform, selling cookies. He walked up to the house in the unfamiliar neighborhood he was assigned in, and rang on the doorbell.
The man who answered it had glasses, and was slightly chubby, and in his fifties. He also had some short, almost bald,hair.
"Hey, it's a girl scout who's a boy!" He shouted, "wait here while im a gonna get the camera!"
He came back a minute later.
"Sir, I wanna sell you cookies, I don't want to--"
The picture was taken.
"Oh boy, I can send this to my daughter, she can get it published in Inside Access!"
"No, I don't want that published, see--"
The man ran into the house and to the scanner, and when Jack caught up to him, he had already scanned it and sent it to:
Ghdkldhjgstgjdkjhslkhwillfahgkdjlshgkdghsli.
"Who's Ghdkldhjgstgjdkjhslkhwillfahgkdjlshgkdghsli?" Jack asked.
"My daughter who works at the Magazine. Just think, you'll be famous, the magazine is nationally published."
"Where does she work?"
"Downtown."
"See ya."
Jack knew that it would be the most embarrasing thing in his life if that picture every got published. He had to make it to the Inside Access building, and fast.
He saw a cab going by. He reached into his pocket and felt a few coins.
"Taxi!" He shouted. The car stopped, and backed up.
"Can you give me a ride to the Inside Access building?"
"Yep. Hop in, Boy/Girl Scout."
Jack gave the driver the money, and off the car went. Within minutes, they were there. He hopped out of the car, thanked the driver, and ran for his life. He got to the receptionist at the front desk of the huge building.
"Hi. Can you tell me where Ghdkldhjgstgjdkjhslkh is?"
"Huh? Uh, she works on the fiftieth floor. Just get in the elevator."
Jack got in the elevator, and within minutes he was in her office.
"Hello! May I please get the picture of the girl scout who is a boy?"
"Huh?" Ghdkldhjgs answered.
"You know, you work here and you got sent the photo and you're gonna get it published in the magazine?"
"Oh, wait a sec, you've got the wrong person! You're looking for Ghd, uh, just say you're looking for the person who nobody can pronounce."
"Thanks." Jack said.
"She works on the 101st floor. The elevator is gonna be slow, there's somthing wrong with the hydraulics."
Jack got in, and she was right. It took forever to finally get to the top of the building. When they finally made it, he got out in desperation, facing Ghdkldhjgstgjdkjhslkh.
"Hello, did you get the picture of the Girl Scout who was a boy?"
"Yeah. I sent it to the press, even thought I didn't want to."
"Where's the press?"
"It isn't too long from here. Take a subway two stops, and you should get there.
"Oh boy."
Within several minutes, Jack was finally off the subway, and found himself facing the press. He ran in.
"Stop, press!" He shouted. All of the workers immediately laughed at how rediculous it looked. "Do you have the photo of the Girl Scout who is a boy?"
"Yeah, it's on the front cover."
"Can you please stop it?"
"Nope."
"Come on, man."
"Nope."
"Please?"
"Nope."
"Ugh!"
"Heh, this is funny."
"No it isn't! I need that photo!"
"Why?"
"Because I don't want it on the magazine!"
"Too bad."
The first magazine, girl scout photo included, rolled on out. Jack jumped for it, hopping over everyone, and grabbed the magazine.
"Got it." He said.
Then, he saw what he needed. It was the computer. He aimlessy pressed all of the buttons on it, and saw a bunch of Inside Access magazines rolling out, facing upside down. Jack ran out. He was people taking them.
They all looked at him.
They started laughing.
"Stop laughing at me because I'm on that magazine!"
"No, it's not that! You're not even on it!" The college studen said.
"They're laughing at you because you are wearing a girl scout uniform! It's hilarious! You're wearing a skirt! Here's twenty bucks, He/She!"
So, Jack ended up winning the contest. But at least three times a year, from people all over the world, he always got a few calls either asking about what it was like to be a Girl Scout, or phone calls saying things like, "Should I wear the skirt, or the jeans? HAHAHAHAHA!"
THE END!
By
Sheepdogg Plankton
There was a boy, and his name was Jack. He was really good at drawing pictures, so he thought that he would enter the local drawing contest. He went down to the registering center.
"Hello, wha's yer name?" The man at the registering asked.
"Jack."
"Whadddya want?"
"To register in the local drawing contest."
"Okay, that'll be 20 bucks."
"What?"
"Twenty bucks to enter the drawing contest."
"Never mind."
Jack went home that night, and while his parents were sitting by the fire after dinner, he walked in on them talking.
"Mom, dad? Can I have twenty bucks?"
"No."
Jack was in a dillemma. He knew he could win that drawing contest, but he needed twenty bucks, and where the heck was he gonna get twenty bucks. He went to the pantry, to pop some popcorn. They had bought it from the boy scouts several weeks ago.
That's when it hit him. Boy Scouts. He could join the boyscouts and sell popcorn and get twenty bucks easily, then join the drawing contest! This had to be his best plan ever!
To make a long story short, it wasn't. He had gone down to the boy scout place, and asked if there was still room, and the man there said no, so he went home.
"Man, oh man, what am I going to do." He said to himself. Jack was still in his dillema, even though he really wanted to join the drawing contest, he would be surprised if he ever did. He thought and thought and thought about organizations that he could join, but none came to mind, for whatever reason.
Then it hit him. Girl Scouts. He could join the Girl Scouts!
So, the next day, he was out in his girl scout uniform, selling cookies. He walked up to the house in the unfamiliar neighborhood he was assigned in, and rang on the doorbell.
The man who answered it had glasses, and was slightly chubby, and in his fifties. He also had some short, almost bald,hair.
"Hey, it's a girl scout who's a boy!" He shouted, "wait here while im a gonna get the camera!"
He came back a minute later.
"Sir, I wanna sell you cookies, I don't want to--"
The picture was taken.
"Oh boy, I can send this to my daughter, she can get it published in Inside Access!"
"No, I don't want that published, see--"
The man ran into the house and to the scanner, and when Jack caught up to him, he had already scanned it and sent it to:
Ghdkldhjgstgjdkjhslkhwillfahgkdjlshgkdghsli.
"Who's Ghdkldhjgstgjdkjhslkhwillfahgkdjlshgkdghsli?" Jack asked.
"My daughter who works at the Magazine. Just think, you'll be famous, the magazine is nationally published."
"Where does she work?"
"Downtown."
"See ya."
Jack knew that it would be the most embarrasing thing in his life if that picture every got published. He had to make it to the Inside Access building, and fast.
He saw a cab going by. He reached into his pocket and felt a few coins.
"Taxi!" He shouted. The car stopped, and backed up.
"Can you give me a ride to the Inside Access building?"
"Yep. Hop in, Boy/Girl Scout."
Jack gave the driver the money, and off the car went. Within minutes, they were there. He hopped out of the car, thanked the driver, and ran for his life. He got to the receptionist at the front desk of the huge building.
"Hi. Can you tell me where Ghdkldhjgstgjdkjhslkh is?"
"Huh? Uh, she works on the fiftieth floor. Just get in the elevator."
Jack got in the elevator, and within minutes he was in her office.
"Hello! May I please get the picture of the girl scout who is a boy?"
"Huh?" Ghdkldhjgs answered.
"You know, you work here and you got sent the photo and you're gonna get it published in the magazine?"
"Oh, wait a sec, you've got the wrong person! You're looking for Ghd, uh, just say you're looking for the person who nobody can pronounce."
"Thanks." Jack said.
"She works on the 101st floor. The elevator is gonna be slow, there's somthing wrong with the hydraulics."
Jack got in, and she was right. It took forever to finally get to the top of the building. When they finally made it, he got out in desperation, facing Ghdkldhjgstgjdkjhslkh.
"Hello, did you get the picture of the Girl Scout who was a boy?"
"Yeah. I sent it to the press, even thought I didn't want to."
"Where's the press?"
"It isn't too long from here. Take a subway two stops, and you should get there.
"Oh boy."
Within several minutes, Jack was finally off the subway, and found himself facing the press. He ran in.
"Stop, press!" He shouted. All of the workers immediately laughed at how rediculous it looked. "Do you have the photo of the Girl Scout who is a boy?"
"Yeah, it's on the front cover."
"Can you please stop it?"
"Nope."
"Come on, man."
"Nope."
"Please?"
"Nope."
"Ugh!"
"Heh, this is funny."
"No it isn't! I need that photo!"
"Why?"
"Because I don't want it on the magazine!"
"Too bad."
The first magazine, girl scout photo included, rolled on out. Jack jumped for it, hopping over everyone, and grabbed the magazine.
"Got it." He said.
Then, he saw what he needed. It was the computer. He aimlessy pressed all of the buttons on it, and saw a bunch of Inside Access magazines rolling out, facing upside down. Jack ran out. He was people taking them.
They all looked at him.
They started laughing.
"Stop laughing at me because I'm on that magazine!"
"No, it's not that! You're not even on it!" The college studen said.
"They're laughing at you because you are wearing a girl scout uniform! It's hilarious! You're wearing a skirt! Here's twenty bucks, He/She!"
So, Jack ended up winning the contest. But at least three times a year, from people all over the world, he always got a few calls either asking about what it was like to be a Girl Scout, or phone calls saying things like, "Should I wear the skirt, or the jeans? HAHAHAHAHA!"
THE END!