User:Gamerchief

Left
Left

My name is Left. Yes Left that’s right. But my favorite direction is UP. Yes UP. Not up or Up or Pu uP or anything like that. UP the secret organization. Uproot Plush. We live underneath all the rich folk in California. We have decided that the rich have had all the fun. Now it’s our turn. We are UP. Last week we planted large dogs in some business buildings. The people were chased and one man peed his pants but nothing interesting happened. Still we made a point. The government knows about us but we are nothing. That’s why we’re planning something big. We heard the govenor would be coming into our town soon. We decided to steal his car. We could use a limo. We did have to fit all those people. Besides he could just buy another limo. If this doesn’t spark people nothing will. We hope against hope we will succed. On Tuesday there was a huge croud around our dear govenor. People fawnded over him. Right pretended to gag himself. Down giggled girlishly next to him. Which got a well deserved smack from our leader North. The rest of us South, West, East, and Under were in different parts of the croud. Together our bunch of misfits were stealing a car. Not just any car. A limo. As the govener stepped away from the car millions of news reporters swarmed him. Now was our chance. We all rushed forward.

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This story is not completly finished. I want whoever reads this to wright one sentence. If everyone wrights one line, this story will be a novel. Cool huh.