Monday, June 30, 2008

Part 2

Part Two: Unfortunate Happenings

Wotmikler Whiplertipple finished his food quickly and ran to the door. “Be careful,” Dopindipla Dearnorta called to him. “I will mum!” Wotmikler Whiplertipple put on his doll cap and ran outside. “I’ll show that Burrnick Bloaker how well I can jump vegetables!”

Wotmikler Whiplertipple was determined to jump the pumpkin that lay in his path. He ran up and jumped. “Ouch, you missed it!” Wotmikler Whiplertipple looked up. Fogbottler Fanusbee and Burrnick Bloaker had a sack in their arms. “Where is Lutinlimp Lidlalipack? Err… I mean, Todlitted Tobsy?” Fogbottler Fanusbee asked.

Wotmikler Whiplertipple looked down at Fogbottler Fanusbee’s left foot. “My father, Jumplopper Jocksinkler knew it! You’re in league with Lutinlimp Lidlalipack II! I see the white mark, I’m not blind.” “Answer Fogbottler Fanusbee’s question,” said Burrnick Bloaker. “I told you,” replied Wotmikler Whiplertipple. “Todlitted Tobsy died last week! You can ask my cousin Wablofglin Walbdlockskin!” Wotmikler Whiplertipple cried.

“That’s it! You won’t listen!” said Fogbottler Fanusbee. “You’re going to pay the price,” said Burrnick Bloaker. “We’ve taken Gawlbawla Gorkintina!” Shouted Fogbottler Fanusbee. They bounded off and hopped over the pumpkin.

“My,” said Wotmikler Whiplertipple “Gawlbawla Gorkintina is gone! What shall mother say? And father? I can’t let them know.” Wotmikler Whiplertipple ran into his bedroom, and grabbed some doll outfits. “I must run and find Gawlbawla Gorkintina before mother and father discover she’s gone!” Wotmikler Whiplertipple thought.

He ran out the door, hopped over an assortment of vegetables (including the pumpkin), and ran in the direction of Kolpernipsy Kongosliknickler, the wisest cricket’s (that ever lived) house.

When Wotmikler Whiplertipple arrived at Kolpernipsy Kongosliknickler’s house he found that he was not the only guest. His cousin, Wablofglin Walbdlockskin (who had run from Fogbottler Fanusbee and Burrnick Bloaker) was there along with his friend and colleague, Masofrine Mirgurgleflanty.

“Why,” cried Masofrine Mirgurgleflanty. “If it isn’t old Wotmikler Whiplertipple? Last time I saw you; you were in bed, sick with a case of Bluebunny sickness, weren’t you? Your hair sticks up now as much as it did then” He snorted in amusement (he wasn’t a nice sort of fellow). “If you’ll excuse me, Wablofglin Walbdlockskin and Mastfried Yourgurgly (or whatever your name might be), but I came with urgent business,” Announced Wotmikler Whiplertipple.

“What? What is the matter?” asked Wablofglin Walbdlockskin. “Why, its Gawlbawla Gorkintina, she’s gone!” cried Wotmikler Whiplertipple. “I’ll be back,” said Wablofglin Walbdlockskin.

Wotmikler Whipplertipple

Part One: The Story of Wotmikler Whiplertipple

Wotmikler Whiplertipple was a short little boy with hair that stood straight up. He was about as tall as a daisy, and wore his sisters’ dolls clothes. “Wotmikler Whiplertipple,” His mother called to him one day. “Come and eat your supper!”

Wotmikler Whiplertipple ran as fast as he could towards the house. He jumped over a squash in the garden. “Ha! I told Burrnick Bloaker I could jump a squash!” He continued jumping over various vegetables.

In front of him sat a frog (which he had never seen the likes of). “Hello,” the frog introduced himself. “My name is Fogbottler Fanusbee. Is your name Todlitted Tobsy? I understand you buy and sell bagpipes, as I am learning to play them well, myself.” Fogbottler Fanusbee talked on for five minutes, all about bagpipes.

“Umm… Well… No… My name isn’t Todlitted Tobsy. I’m Wotmikler Whiplertipple. I’m sorry to say, but Todlitted Tobsy was my neighbor, but died last week.” He finally got some words in. Fogbottler Fanusbee dropped his frog-jaw. “Then you mean, all of those bagpipes are gone? Impossible!” Fogbottler Fanusbee hopped up, and darted away.

“Strange,” Wotmikler Whiplertipple thought. “I never saw any customer of Todlitted Tobsy that looked like that…” “Wotmikler Whiplertipple! Come and get your supper!” His mother yelled. Wotmikler Whiplertipple ran into the house, and climbed up his stool, where he sat on a pile of books.

“What took you so long?” His father asked. “Well… Umm… I ran into a…Thing!” Wotmikler Whiplertipple answered. “You saw it?” his mother asked. “Saw what?” his sister, Gawlbawla Gorkintina, complained. “A green little man,” said Wotmikler Whiplertipple.

“He came up to me and asked where Todlitted Tobsy and his bagpipes were.” He replied. “Well,” said Gawlbawla Gorkintina “Did you tell him he’s ?” “Of course, I’ve told that to everyone who asks!” Wotmikler Whiplertipple’s father, Jumplopper Jocksinkler, asked, “When did this happen? It may have been a spy of the accursed Lutinlimp Lidlalipack!”

“Father,” Wotmikler Whiplertipple said, “I believe it was, he had the white bump on his left foot. It happened before supper, when mum called me in.” “Why Wotmikler Whiplertipple,” cried Dopindipla Dearnorta, Wotmikler Whiplertipple’s mother, “He could have robbed you…Or worse, carried you off!” She whimpered, and kissed his forehead.

To be continued…..