Once upon a time, a little boy named Timmy was casually doing what he was doing,watching TV in his PJs eating cookies. Timmy ran out of cookies while watching Ligma Ball Super. "Rats! I ran out of cookies." Timmy said. With utter despair, Timmy went to go drive his parents car to the supermarket to buy more. Timmy does not have his drivers license, of course. He is only 10 but does not give one single salty cracker about the laws. So as Timmy arrived at Walmart, seeking the cookies, he stumbled upon something greater! A brand of crackers called Gold Fish. He was in awe, as he had never seen something that shined so brightly! Timmy decided that he wouldn't get the cookies, but would instead get the Gold Fish. As Timmy arrived home to his alcoholic passed out parents, he sat on his couch ripping open the stolen bag of Gold Fish. "Yummy! I sure can't wait to dig my grummy little fingers into this bag of Gold Fish!" Timmy said. With his mouth wide open and his fingers growing close, he gave a big chomp to the three Gold Fish in his hand. Timmy instantly fell in love with this brand and decided from now on this is what he would buy.
As dawn disappeared, night began to rise. Timmy lied in bed with his good ol fish right by his side. Timmy's parents went out to a casino because they are not only alcoholics, but gambling addicts. This was meaning that Timmy always had his own time at night were nobody could stop him. Timmy was just eating his Gold Fish playing some Minecraft till suddenly, he was getting tired. Timmy decided now would be a good time to hit the hay. "Tomorrow is another day. Can't wait to eat Gold Fish for breakfast." Timmy said. But little did he know, he was to be the one to be eaten!
Timmy laid his head on his pillow, slowly drifting away.
