Popcorn the Superdog: Ch 8.

Apologies for failing to write but Internet has been a bit slow and when there was Internet (I have to tell the truth), I couldn’t be bothered.
Anyway enjoy the show.

Chapter 8

Paulie and How to be a Superdog.

“It must have been the hamburger I ate that made me fly.” said Popcorn as they were eating peanuts and chatting about what had happened.
“Yes, but hambuggers don’t make peaple fly”argued Lucy, spitting out a pebble she had mistaken for a peanut.
“Ordinary hamburgers don’t, but Potioned hamburgers do!” said a canary that flew past.
“Paulie?” asked Lucy, “Is that you?”
“Yes it’s me, Paulie St Jackson!” Paulie shouted.
“But you got eaten by Mitzie! I read about it in Chapter Seven!”
“Pooh, that Kitzie Mitzie was too slow for me,” laughed Paulie, hopping onto Popcorn’s nose and taking a peanut.
“She was laughing the whole time about how she was going to finish me the way she finished that big yellow dog with a hamburger! Completely crazy!”
“Hang on a mintick,” said Popcorn, “did you say Mitzie wanted to finish me with a hamburger?”
“Yeah,” answered Paulie, finishing his peanut and taking seven more. “She dropped this when she tried to eat me.”
He pulled a marshmallow, a wristwatch, two marbles and a small bottle from the tiny green backpack he always carried, and gave it to them.
The bottle, not the schoolbag or the rest of the junk.
The bottle had a creased label on it. The label had a skull drawn in black marker.Then Lucy straightened the label, and the skull looked like a superhero mask.
“LUNDER AND THIGHTNING!” exclaimed Lucy, and she was so surprised that her hair grew two centimeters and went pink at the tips. “Popcorn, this means that Auntie Matilda and Mitzie tryed to Poison you, but they mixzed up the potions and they gave you a Superpotion instead!”
“Does that mean I can go to a Supermarket and get what I want free?” asked Popcorn.
“No you silly, it means you have SUPERPOWERS! yelled Paulie St Jackson.
“Like what?”
“Well,” said Lucy, “we know you can fly.”
“What else?” answered Popcorn, getting interested.
“Maybe you can turn invisible,” began Paulie “or you can go through walls, or you can hear for over a thousand kilometers, or you shoot lasers from your eyes, or-“
“Wowf! Being a Superdog DOES sound cool!” said Popcorn. “But what do I do?”
“Well you just act normal, until someone BAD turns up, and then you save Pickle Point by getting rid of the BAD GUY.” explained Lucy.
“Ok that sounds fun,” said Popcorn, swallowing the last peanut before Paulie could nab it, “When do I start?”
“You don’t,” answered Paulie St Jackson, trying to pretend he didn’t mind about not getting the last peanut,” You just wait for something bad to happen, and then you save everyone, Ok?”
“Fine, I got it.” said Popcorn. “Hey Paulie, want to have a flying race?”
“Lets go!” roared Paulie.
They had flying races all evening, and Popcorn won, and as a prize Lucy tied a yellow ribbon she had in her pocket around his neck. And then, because Paulie St Jackson got sad, she found three peanuts in her pocket, and she gave them to him.
Then Lucy went back home by the secret passage, and Popcorn flew home by flying, and Paulie went to do the tour of Europe in eighty days without telling anyone, and they all fell asleep, Lucy in her bed, Popcorn in the large mexican hat, and Paulie St Jackson in a tree in Germany.

Angry Birds- Red.

Just a little something recognisable eveyone owning a smarthphone (i think). I like that game.

Popcorn the Superdog chapter 7 (My stories).

Tatatataam! Chapter  7! Trumpets and fanfares! Like it or not

Chapter 7
What Happened After Mitzie Left.
Lucy knelt down, tears creating small swimming pools on her jeans. The evening wind moaned and creaked like an old man playing the accordion. Lucy shook Popcorn’s head, hoping he was just playing dead. BUT…
Suddenly Popcorn’s eyes snapped open. A strange light of Intelligence glowed in them, the sort of light you would get if you mixed Albert Einstein with his dog, Freddie.
A light full of canine cleverness, mammal magnificence, and quite a lot of lightbulbs.
Actually the last one was a fake, but never mind.

“Hey!”cried Popcorn suddenly. “Why are you crying, Lucy? Is it because I’m sitting on your hand? Sorry about that!”
“Popcorn!?” exclaimed Lucy. “You’re talkink human! How’re you talking human!?”
“I don’t know.” said Popcorn (in human). “I feel funny, as if I could jump over a wheelchair, or ten of them. I feel GREAT!”
“Oh Popcorn, I was so ascared that you wuz dead, but now you’re better, we can go play in the park, right?” asked Lucy.
“Oh yeah! Lets GO!” yelled Popcorn.
Ten minutes later, they were in the park. Lucy was on Popcorn’s back, preparing for BLAST OFF. During BLAST OFF, Lucy hung on tightly to Popcorn’s back making engine noises, while Popcorn the spaceship ran around, jumping into the air and landing on planet GZZZOINK.(The sandpit).
Lucy began the countdown.
“FIVE! FOUR! THREE! TWELVE! ONE! ZERO! BLAST OFF!!!!!”
Popcorn thundered alond the path leading to the sandpit.
Just before he arrived to the sandpit, he jumped into the air.
Normally, he stayed up about three seconds, then he crashed down in the sand. This time, he stayed up in the air.
Not only that, but he continued above the sandpit, and kept on flying around the park, five meters above the ground!
“Popcorn! You’re FLYING! And so am I!” yelled Lucy as they zipped past two birds, and scared them so much that one lost feathers, and the other lost a wristwatch.

“And I thought we would have peace up here!” sighed the bird who hadn’t lost the watch.
Lucy and Popcorn flew to Turnip Hill, and Popcorn landed in the grass, and Lucy landed in the Treehouse, because she let go of Popcorn too soon.
“But it didn’ hurt,”said Lucy after she fell out of the tree,”Because I landed on you, Popcorn.”

Harry Potter and the Yule Ball (My poetry).

Here is a poem to do with Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.
Anyone who has never read that book might not understand the poem,
but I find it very good.

The Yule Ball

The dress of young Miss Granger
Is blue as a hydrangea.
Her friends think she’s a stranger
Until they see:

Her brown-gold hair no longer boofs,
Her smile shows an even tooth,
It can’t be her, but here’s the truth:
It really is she.

Padma Patil asks “Who is that?
It looks like Miss Granger with her hair gone flat!”
Ron’s eyes pop out and he drops his hat.
He chokes “Hermione!”

Hermione dances with Viktor Krum,
His surly face no longer glum.
Miss Granger’s heart beats loud as a drum.
She thinks “This cannot be!”

Hermione and Krum dance through the night,
But she and Ron soon begin to fight.
And Ron shouts out at around midnight:
“HE’S THE ENEMY!”

Hermione screams “You’re so unkind,
Have you dumped Padma? You’ve left her behind!”
And as a last retort she finds:
“Next time there’s a ball, ask ME!

Ha ha! 🙂 😀

Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (Book quotes).

I was just flicking through the pages of Charlie and the Chocolate 
Factory, and this bit was funny so I decided to blog it.

"You're just in time!' shouted Grandpa Joe. "There's not a moment to lose! You
must start making preparations at once! Wash your face, comb your hair, scrub 
your hands, brush your teeth, blow your nose, cut your nails, polish your shoes, 
iron your shirt, and for heaven's sake, get all that mud off your pants! You must 
get ready, my boy! You must get readt for the biggest day of your life!"
"Now don't over-excite yourself, Grandpa,' Mrs Bucket said 'And don't fluster 
poor Charlie. We must all try to keep very calm. Now the first thing to decide is 
this - who is going to go with Charlie to the factory?""I will!' shouted Grandpa Joe, 
leaping out of bed once again. 'I'll take him! I'll look after him! You leave it to me!"Mrs Bucket smiled at the old man, then she turned to her husband and said "Howabout you, dear? Don't you think you ought to go?"
"We'll...' Mr Bucket said, pausing to think about it, 'no...I'm not so sure that I 
should."
"But you must."
"There's no must about it, my dear,' Mr Bucket said gently. 'Mind you, I'd love to 
go. It'll be tremendously exciting. But on the other hand...I believe that the 
person who really deserves to go  most of all is Grandpa Joe himself. He seems to know more about it than we do. Provided, of course, that he feels well enough...""Yippeeeeee!" shouted Grandpa Joe, seizing Charlie by the hands and dancing 
round the room.
"He certainly seems well enough,' Mrs Bucket said, laughing. Yes...perhaps you're right after all. Perhaps Grandpa Joe should be the one to go with him. I certainly 
can't go my self and leave the other three old people all alone in bed for a whole day."
"Hallelujah!' yelled Grandpa Joe. 'Praise the Lord!"

I love Grandpa Joe. Reminds me vaguely of someome I know. 🙂 🙂 🙂

Lego Present (Random).

Just a hunk of red lego gift-wrapped with yellow lego. It still took roughly an hour to make!
Originally it was to be a decoration for Daphne’s birthday, but Arielle needed red lego. So I took a photo and “unwrapped” the present.

Popcorn the Superdog chapter 6 (My stories).

The suspence is killing us all, including Popcorn, who is DYING to hear what you think of his story! 😉

Chapter 6
The Witch and What she Did.
Lucy and Popcorn went up to Turnip hill and chatted about what had happened. They soon forgot about Stubby altogether, because Popcorn said (in Dog-speak, for Lucy could not only understand the language, she could speak it, too.) “I never liked that Sausage-Dog.” and they dropped the subject. Then they both forgot about the Surprise Attack, Stubby, Mitzie and the fridge, and they chatted about what Johnny Beefburger got for his birthday (a new chopping knife), and how the rebuilding of the school was going, and if it would be sunny in September, and things like that.
Back in Lucy’s house, something that neither Lucy, nor Popcorn, nor the President of South Korea could know about; something MYSTERIOUS, something MAGIC.
Aunt Matilda was sitting in her bedroom at Lucy’s house, stroking Mitzie, and talking with her, for Aunt Matilda was really a Witch, and witches can generally talk to animals.
“So tell me, my pussy,”said Aunt Matilda to Mitzie,”Who is the bad bad dog who did this to you?”
“It was a big, yellow dog, and another dog, a dalmatian” answered Mitzi. “But the yellow dog was the worst.
Oh DO make a poison for him! I hate that dog!”
Aunt Matilda rummaged in her bag. She always kept a few motions and pixtures in her bag.
She pulled out a few and gave one to Mitzi.
“Here”, she said, giving the bottle to her precious pussy.
“This potion will make him sick. VERY sick.”
The precious pussy took the bottle in between her teeth.
“Mmm mrrm mmmrrmmm.”she said.”Mrrmm mrrmm mm!”
“What?”
Mitzie spat out the bottle. “I was saying,”she meowed,
“That dog is finished! Muahahahahaha!”
“All right, have fun. Now go away and kick some dog butt!”
said Aunt Matilda.
“You bet!” answered Mitzi.
Up on Turnip hill, Popcorn and Lucy decided to go to the park and play Spaceships, a game where Popcorn was a spaceship and Lucy, an astronaut. They where almost at the park when Popcorn spied a discarded hamburger box. Popcorn couldn’t resist that. He opened the box with his nose and saw half a burger, still whole, sitting in the box waiting for him.
Popcorn did not sit and wait for the burger. He snapped it up in one bite…
and burped. Then he hiccuped. Then he gave a pitiful “woof!”, lay down on his back, and didn’t move.
“POPCORN!” screamed Lucy.
“MUAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!!!” meowed Mitzie evilly.
“I have gotten rid of that ridiculous mutt! Yippee! Hooray!”
It was Mitzie who had put the half hamburger there, and poured on it the potion Aunt Matilda had given her.
Then she ran off, making plans on how she would eat Lucy’s pet canary, Paulie St Jackson.

Internet Playmobil (Random).

Even in the land of Playmobil, the Internet can have problems.
In this case, it’s off to the internet café for an afternoon of mails, chatting, facebook and… good food!

Harry Potter & the Goblet of Fire; Quidditch World Cup (Book quotes).

This a very good bit in the Goblet of Fire, and it shows how funny Cornelius Fudge is.
This happens during the Quidditch World Cup,with the match between
Ireland and Bulgaria.

Mr Weasley kept shaking hands with people who  were obviously very important wizards.
Percy jumped to his feet so often it looked like he was trying to sit on a hedgehog. When Cornelius Fudge, the Minister for Magic himself, arrived, Percy bowed so low that his glasses fell off and shattered. Highly embarrassed, he repaired them with his wand and thereafter remained in his seat, throwing jealous looks at Harry, whom Cornelius Fudge greeted like an old friend.  They had met before, and Fudge shook his hand in a fatherly fashion, asked him how he was, and introduced him to the wizards oneither side of him.
“Harry Potter, you know,’ he loudly told the Bulgarian Minister, who was wearing splendid robes of black velvet trimmed with gold, and didn’t seem to understand a word of english.
‘Harry Potter… oh, come on now, you know he is… the boy who survived You-Know-Who… you do know who he is-“
The Bulgarian wizard suddenly spotted Harry’s scar and started gabbling loudly and excitedly, pointing at it.
“Knew we’d get there in the end,’ said Fudge wearily to Harry. ‘I’m no great shakes at languages, I need Barty Crouch for this sort of thing. Ah, I see his house-elf’s been saving him a seat …good job too, these Bulgarian blighters have been trying to cadge all the best places… ah, and here’s Lucius!”
Harry, Ron and Hermione turned quickly. Edging along the second row to three still-empty seats right behind Mr Weasly were none other than Dobby’s old owners- Lucius Malfoy, his son, Draco, and a woman Harry supposed must be Draco’s mother.
Harry and Draco Malfoy had been enemies ever scince their very first journey to hogwarts. A pale boy with a pointed face, Draco greatly resembled his father. His mother was blonde, too; tall and slim, she would have been nice-looking if she hadnt been wearing a look that suggested there was a nasty smell under her nose.
“Ah, Fudge,’ said Mr Malfoy, holding out his hand as he reached the Minister for magic.
‘How are you? I don’t think you know my wife Narcissa? Or our son Draco?”
“How do you do, how do you do?’ said Fudge, smiling and bowing to Mrs Malfoy. ‘And allow me to introduce to you Mr Oblansk – Obalonsk – Mr – well, he’s the Bulgarian Minister for Magic, and he can’t understand a word I’m saying anyway, so never mind.”

Fudge is a rubbish Bulgarian-speaker :).

Dinner at No 11, Playmobil Street (Random).

A very sociable evening with Alice (with her back turned) and Celine (you can see her face), enjoying a nice meal of roast chicken and lettuce salad. Mmmm!