Hey! Who wants to do a story thingy with me? You do? That's terrific! Here's the starting line:
My only friend is a walrus.
We love to go bowling.
Unfortunately, one day I lost my walrus, tragically enough.
I thought he would be at Subway, eating fresh, but he 'twasn't.
I couldn't find him at all, but there was a small little boy laughing manically nearby, which made me very suspicious.
Suspicious enough to believe that he was the very criminal that walrusnapped my walrus, Genivieve.
I went over to him and said "little boy, have you seen a walrus about yay tall and yay long?"
The little boy only spoke Dutch, so I pulled out my Dutch to Spanish dictionary; unfortunately, I don't speak Spanish, so I took out my Spanish to French dictionary; then again, I can only speak English, so I had to take out three more language dictionaries; I finally found out, that he was asking me which walrus I was talking about. (That or why my wig looked like a waffle. It got a little fuzzy when I was translating French to Italian.
When I told him: "My walrus is named Geniveve and I already told you it's YAY LONG AND YAY HIGH!" he looked at me like I was the crazy one and ran away screaming "fdsjkldfghjgdsjkgfgkdfgdhsdgshjkdgshjkd!"
I translated that, but you do NOT want to know what it means.
Actuallly, I take it back: it means 'The president's pajamas are on backwards!"
Which is why you shouldn't know it! This puts the country at RISK! SHAME!!!!!!!!!
The president was actually right behind me (which was how the little dimwitted boy knew that her pajamas were on backward) and I asked 'Hello, Mrs. CammyS. aka Mrs. President! Will you help me find my yak, Geniveve?"
"You could check in the National Aquarium!" she said. "There are lots of animals there."
I ran off to catch a bus to the aquarium.
But alas alack, the only walruses there were: Genevive's nephew, Geniveve's BFF, and Herbert the Walrus.
this saddend me but i vowed to find my friend, that walrus of mine if it was the last thing i did. i only hoped that i would not die in the search of my walrus.
So, emboldened by this private pep-talk I set off to the place I knew Geniveve will be, the place I should have begun my search, the only place she could possible be; unfortunately she wasn't there so I won't even bother telling you where it was.
Nay! I shalln't disclose that the ice cream parlor was walrusless or the gift shop was lacking in the largely toothed mammals of the walrus variety.
Fortunately, my trip was not for not, for I picked up a large ice cream cone that said YO YO YO! GENIVEVE IS IN THE WHITE HOUSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Immediately, I hopped onto the back of a helicopter and was on my way to the White House!