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In Neil’s quiet town, things were usually ordinary and typical. Most people had a routine. They woke up, went to work or school, got home, and went to bed. Things were always normal in this town. But today when Neil woke up, things were different. He got a regular breakfast for himself, Reeses’ Puffs, and an apple. He put on his work clothes and turned on the TV and that's when he heard it. “Watch out, folks of Disforge, there’s a robot disaster!”
Neil spat out his cereal. “Willster McWilly, the local mad scientist, has created massive mechanical robots and they are wreaking havoc all over this very town!” The news reporter reported.
“What the flip! I can’t believe this!” Neil exclaimed. He ran to his room to get his baseball bat and slung it over his back. He dashed out, almost tripping over his dirty clothes, and grabbed his car keys. As soon as Neil walked out the door, he could smell the robots. Strangely, he sniffed the air and smelt the warm scent of chocolate chip cookies. The warmth made him want to shut his eyes, but he couldn’t because he knew what he had to do. He was going to Willster McWilly’s evil laboratory (ləˈbɒr.ə.tər.i) and he was going to put a stop to this, so he started running to his yellow car.
His first obstacle was getting through traffic. Since there were giant robots everywhere, people wanted to get out of this place. Neil realized that his car wasn’t a good choice, so he turned back to his apartment building parking lot and parked his car. Of course, this took a while. Then he “borrowed” a city scooter and drove down the cracked sidewalks and that's when it set in for him. The sky was filled with smoke smelling like cookies, people screaming, and horns honking. This city wasn't going to last much longer. Neil was scared but he knew he could do it. He rode through the city, passing man-made objects and cars. Neil looked up and saw the giant robots looming over the city, blocking the morning sun, so everything seemed dark. His baseball bat felt heavy, and the strap he had was not the best quality. And Neil knew he was going to approach his first enemy soon.
The human-sized robot Neil ran into while on his city “loaned” scooter had first startled him and knocked them both over. But as soon as the 5’5’’ robot regained its senses, its eyes turned red and it started shouting “Die! Die! Die!”
Neil knew he could take on this weak robot. He pulled out his baseball bat and swung at it. Neil thought, Well, this is going to be easy! But he was soon proven wrong. The robot was faster than him and got up. It paused and saw Neil’s weapon. Its arms shot out straight and turned into hard, metal, baseball bats, almost exactly like Neil’s. “BLEEP BLOOP BLASEBALL BLATS!!!” blared the bad, evil robot.
“AUGH, GLOOPERS!” Neil cursed in shock.
The robot did an epic spinning move and swung its arms at him. Neil thought, Oh Balderdash! I’ve got to scurry out of here! Neil was frozen with fear, terror in his bones. He couldn’t move an earlobe! Then, out of complete absurdity, bird poop came raining down from the sky. Like bullets, it pierced the robot's metal skin. Its inner workings totally halted to an utter stand-still and the robot spoke, “What the bleep bloop! My-”
The robot shot down and laid on the sidewalk, smoking of cookies and death. “Oh, my goody-golly-gracias-goodness-gee lord!” Neil exclaimed in absolute astonishment. “Well, I guess I’m free to go!” Neil hopped on “his” scooter. He thought about the laboratory (ləˈbɒr.ə.tər.i) and where it was on his telly. Since he has lived here his whole life, he knows exactly where the notorious supervillain’s house is located. He started to ride away while singing a tune. He was going to defeat this outlaw in an ultimate showdown of ultimate destiny.
Neil had arrived at his final destination. He knew what had to be done. Neil parked “his” scooter on the conveniently placed bike rack outside his arch nemesis’ residence. Neil nonchalantly watlzed inside. He tiptoed around the foyer, where there was everything a mad scientist could dream of. Vats of liquids of all colors, radiating all sorts of noises and light lined the walls. Greep gloop puddles formed on the ceiling and dripped down to the floor, almost looking like stagnates. The dim lighting bounced off the metal walls and floors making Neil want to cower. But he could not be apprehensive and hesitate. He traded his boring, bland baseball bat for a cool, mechanical knife with unknown properties. Neil suddenly heard cackling that sounded strangely of Mr. Krab’s laugh. He knew he had found Willster McWilly and he had to defeat him. Neil crept towards the long, dreary hallway Willster was in, being cautious not to make a peep. He turned the corner, saw it, and gasped. The whole room was tall and bright. Neil’s eye stung and he looked around. In the dark shadow of the corner of the room, Neil saw Willster McWilly. “Agh-gah-gah-gah-gah! So someone has finally come to ‘set me’ in my place!” Willster declared. Then, Willster looked shocked, he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. “You?! HAHAHA! You are so weak and tiny, Mr. Nobody. You couldn’t hurt a fly!”
“Oh yeah? Well, let’s settle it! In a, uh,” Neil glanced at his weapon, “In a knife fight!” He called.
“Beep beep beep beep!” Willster replied.
“What?”
Neil woke up, his alarm clock screaming at him. He gasped for air in a panic and then realized that his epic battle wasn’t real. It was all a dream.