Jasper's Greatest Heist
His plan was set
Jasper wasn’t going to be stuck with boring kibble, he had a plan.
His master had pasta in the living room, and Jasper the dog was going to get it. The previous night he spent the whole time sawing, crafting, moving, setting, and glueing. And as his master sat down, Jasper got into position.
He set a golfball in motion, it rolled across the kitchen floor, bumping into a pencil leaning against strands of string, the string was triggered, and pingpong balls started rolling high up on the kitchen island, which made some brooms fall.
One broom fell over the microwave, causing it to open, the pingpong ball continued to a mousetrap, launching forks into the microwave, and the second broom closed it. And a third turned it on. The brooms also hit faucets — turning them on.
The sink overflowed with water, sponges floated and hit a toy car, it rolled into a mousetrap, objects flew everywhere.
‘BOOM!’ ‘SMASH!’ ‘CRASH!’ ‘BLAM!’ KAPHOOM!’
Jasper’s master jolted to the kitchen. Every window was smashed, kitchen was burning, floor was flooded, chaos was everywhere. And Jasper leapt to the table, wolfed down the meal, chuckling to himself, this was his greatest heist.
About the Creator
Deasun T. Smyth
I’m a First Nations 17 year old young man, probably an old soul (not that there's anything wrong with that). I live in Saskatchewan, and I love reading, writing, conlanging, and collecting sarcastic T-shirts.
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