Lab Rat (chap 4)




LAB RAT
by
Elias Cooper
(age 11)


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Chapter 4


Jaden, Caleb, and Maya

“Every super-villain needs a head-quarters. I think mine is awesome,”  Jasper said to no one in particular. He lounged in a room he had made in the sewer tunnels. The room was about 10 feet across and 9 feet high.He had washed the room  and disposed of the garbage. The room was carved in a wall on the side of the sewer tunnels. “This is the best room ever.” he repeated to Hybucha. Hybucha just stretched out on the rug (Yes, there was a rug. Awesome, right?). 

Then all of the sudden there was a knock on the door(Yeah. He had a door). “Gear up, guys.” The rats obeyed and got into position. Jasper opened the door and threw his hardest punch. A black haired girl about his age bent over backwards to avoid the blow. A young boy of about nine with black hair yelped and ran back a couple feet. “BRO!” he shouted. “Chill, chill. Chill. Chill.” 

The girl, who had fallen over, got back up. “We come in peace.” 

Jasper looked at her suspiciously. “Peace. P-E-A-C-E. Peace.” 

“I know what peace is and how to spell it!” Jasper snarled. “Now what’d ya want?” 

“We want to join you.” The girl said simply. 

“In what?” Jasper asked. 

“Listen, bub! You and the Hero Pair aren’t the only lab rats around here.” she paused to smile at her own joke. “Heh. Get it? Lab rat? Hahaha. Well, anyway, we know about the whole communist blah-de-blah-de-blah-blah-blah. So can we join you?”

Jasper shrugged. “I guess. But, to make sure you’re not spies...lie detector scan!” He smiled happily at the thought of using a lie detector.

  An hour later, when he was satisfied that they were not enemies, Jasper said, “Welcome to the newly formed team!” Then there was a knock on the door. Jasper opened it. 

A red haired boy who looked to be in his early teen years stood in the doorway. “Can I join you?”
     
The boy’s name was “Sonic Hammer” because he had a hammer that had sonic booms in it. The girl and boy who had come first were Arsiel and Flaming Fire. Everyone told  that “Flaming Fire” was repetitive but Flaming Fire stuck his tongue out and said “no” every time they said “change your name”.  Arsiel had archery powers but she couldn’t think up any good name so she called herself something cool. Flaming Fire could make things burst into flame and guid fire balls he shot with his mind.
“What’re your names? I’m Jasper,” Jasper said. “Caleb Malcom Zeb Sword Master the Third.” Sonic Hammer said. “So I’m Caleb.” “I’m Maya.” said Arsiel. “I’m Jaden,” said Flaming Fire. You could tell that Jaden and Maya were siblings. They had the same black hair and olive skin. Maya was twelve, Jaden was ten, and Caleb was fourteen. 

Jasper was dismayed that he was the second youngest. He suspected that Caleb or Maya would try and wrest his position as leader from him. But that didn’t happen. In fact, Caleb said, “What’d we do now? You’re the expert on “super-villainy.” He air quoted the word “super-villainy” with his fingers.


“I’ll tell you what we do.” said Jasper. “Now here’s the plan….”
(to be continued)


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"The Haunting Tune"

The Haunting Tune
by 
Isaac Sanborn
(age 10 ) 

As I gazed out at the ocean, I saw a cruise ship floating toward the shore. The boat docked, and I jumped in. Then I heard a noise, it was a whistling noise, a haunting tune.

I could smell food, so I followed my nose to the kitchen. I ate a lot of food; it tasted like heaven! There were meatballs, cookies, ham, pancakes, and waffles. I won't tell you the rest because you would become very hungry.

I followed my ears to a room where there was a parrot, and instantly, I turned into a pirate. Again I followed the haunting tune and jumped off the ship.

I followed my ears to the museum. I saw a person in a mummy suit robbing the museum. I quickly called the police. They stopped the robber and saved the museum.

The End



(Assignment for Lesson #2 - Nouns)

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LAB RAT (Chap. 3)


LAB RAT
by
Elias Cooper
(age 11)


Chapter 3: Announced a Super-Villain

NEW SUPER VILLAIN ATTACKS ON HERO PAIR DAY! screamed the news paper headlines. The article read, A mysterious super-villain named Lab Rat attacked our heroic Hero Pair yesterday on Hero Pair Day yesterday. Our dear Victoria was giving a speech when he karate-chopped her shoulder. Reading the paper, Jasper paused and yelled, “I axe kicked her in between her shoulder blades!”

“Are you ok sweetie?” Jasper’s mom poked her head through the door way.

“I’m fine, Mom. The paper says that the super-villain karate chopped Victoria’s shoulder. But I watched the news feed. Lab Rat axe kicked Victoria between the shoulder blades. No one karate chopped her shoulder.”

Ok then. Bye.” she left. Jasper kept reading.

Everyone was running in hysteria when the Hero Pair fought back and bravely defended our city. Victoria said, “That guy Lab Rat’s power must controlling rats and boosting them up with his super-strength. Because when those rats hit me, it actually hurt, like an annoying little boy throwing a temper tantrum and hitting you. But I swear that together, Valor and I will defend this precious city from Lab Rat.” The police have found no sign of Lab rat in the sewer tunnels to which he retreated after being defeated. But the police did get attacked by rats with incredible strength. Officer Kent was struck a crippling blow by a rat. Officer Jacobs, Officer Benith, and Officer Vavenfough are all in critical conditions. Will New York City` be saved from this sinister Lab Rat? I think we all know that answer. The Hero Pair will save us from this villainy!


Once he finished the paper, Jasper was filled with disgust. Didn’t anyone know the Hero Pair’s communist leanings? When he thought about it some more, Jasper retched in the bathroom.

(to be continued)



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Lab Rat (Chap. 2)

Lab Rat
by Elias Cooper (age 11)

Chapter 2: Unwelcome Heroes.

The news was blaring with headlines. 
SUPER-HEROES ARE REAL! THE HERO PAIR COME TO TOWN!

Two super-powered people had come and declared themselves super-heroes. The Hero Pair were Valor-- a short, African man with gray hair who had flight, super flight speed, super strength, laser eyes, and super hearing--and Victoria, a tall, black haired woman of about 25 who had flight, super flight speed, and could move things with her mind. The “Hero Pair” were currently traipsing about, saving car crashes, little children, and old cats from trees. 

Jasper’s sisters, Ariel, Kylie, Carrey, Anna, Betsy, and Sally were all taken up with the Hero Pair. So was his brother, Charles.  Jasper was the youngest by 3 years so he didn’t know how people could be so immature. “They’re just super-heroes!” he snapped to Kylie.

“Just super-heroes.  Just super heroes. JUST SUPER-HEROES!!!???  Are you crazy?!” 

14 year old Kylie exclaimed. “This is a huge twist in history, kid. Yeesh.” She walked away.  

So a week later, Jasper--under the pretense of going to his friend Lefty’s house--left his house and got on the bus to where the Hero Pair were being interviewed. When he got there, he almost gagged and retched at Victoria’s ridiculous outfit of a red super-suit trimmed in gold velvet. Valor wore a purple super suit trimmed in green velvet. Jasper stood there, waiting until the interview was done. Then when the Pair walked off, he followed them. Many people wanted Hero Pair autographs, but not Jasper. He followed the super-heroes into a dark ally. A man in a black government suit waited there. 

“What do we do now?” asked Valor.

“Give Jake the paper.” answered the man in a deep voice. He handed them a piece of paper. “Ok. Are you sure a communist government is better for the country?” asked Victoria. “I still have my doubts.”

“Yes.” said the man.

“Ok. It had better be good or else I’m throwing you to South America with my mind.” Victoria replied.

“And I’ll laser you,” Valor chimed in.

“Ok, ok, no...no need to get n-n-n-nasty there, m-m-mates.” The man nervously stammered.

Jasper ran hard and fast away, for fear of being spotted. The Hero Pair were in on it too. Jasper knew what that meant. He’d have to be Lab Rat, the most foul villain of them all. Of course he won’t actually be evil. It would look like it because he was fighting the Pair.

In the following days, Jasper realized that his powers involved sharing with rats. He had a rat’s good senses, and the rats could have his super strength. Then he heard the New York Mayor announced...Hero Pair Day, to “honor everything they’ve done for us”. 

“That’s when I make my move.” Jasper told his favorite rat, Hybucha. Hybucha only snuggled closer to him.

 On Hero Pair day, the festivities were being held in Central Park. Jasper feigned a cold and once his family left, he went into a work building by the park, took an elevator to the top floor and climbed out a window and up to the top of the building. He was decked in a brown T-shirt that he had spray painted Lab Rat on. He also had a white lab coat that wasn’t buttoned. He had “scientist goggles” and black gloves and boots. Jasper sat there, crouched, until the festivities started. The mayor got on the speech stand.

“I am pleased to announce...Hero Pair Day!” Cheers followed that statement. After talking awhile about how good the Pair was, he asked, “And can Victoria come up and give a speech?” Jasper jumped off the building.   Victoria hovered in the air about 6 feet of the ground. 

“Thank you Mayor Benning,” she said. “I want to thank you all for your suppor--AAAUUUGH!” Jasper, who had been free-falling through the air this whole time, came down in the middle of the speech and axe kicked her between the shoulder blades.

“ATTACK! SUPER VILLAIN!” people yelled, while simultaneously running away.

 “We will protect you!” said Victoria, rising from the ground. She came up to meet a punch to the face. “Aaaauuugh!” she gurgled as Jasper curled his hands around her throat. She tried to throw him off with her mind but his grip was to strong. Jasper snapped and curled like a flag in the wind. Then Valor flew in and punched Jasper’s head. Jasper staggered backwards. Then he called up the rats. The rat’s super-strength was only enough to the Pair to make it feel like a three year old is hitting you. But when 1,022 three year olds are hitting you...ouch. 511 rats tried to swarm Valor, but he blasted off into the sky. The same thing happened with Victoria. So Jasper retreated into the sewer grates with the rats.

“We will defeat you, Lab Rat!” Valor called out.


“Heh, I’ll bet.” Jasper shot back. Then he and his rats melted back into the tunnels. Jasper took the sewer way home.
(to be continued)

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Olivia Grace


 Olivia Grace
by 
Sena Carlson

(age  10) 

Olivia Grace stood in front of her mirror, holding different out-fits up. "How do I look in this?" She asked the mirror.

"No, no, dear, that looks hideous!" it answered back. Finally Olivia found one that the mirror approved of.

She quickly got into a man-made machine made just for her. "Good morning, Olivia! A voice cackled. Olivia Grace was a short but skinny and fit 16-year old girl, and right now she was getting ready for a party. When she got out, she had on a pretty lime-and pink dress, with a ribbon in her hair to match.

She immediately went to another machine built for nail and manicures. Then, she put her hands in a slot and a little fly-swatter-thingy came out and scanned her retina. Immediately, a robotic voice said, "Good morning, Olivia! Nails or hand massage?"

"Both" She replied. Then, a bowl sprang out like a cash register's shelf back in the old days. In the middle of it stood a little stand with two big bristles on it. when she put her hands on it, it started whirling. Oh, that felt good! She spoke into the speaker again and said, "lower the mani-stool, please." As the stool lowered, her hands felt better because now the bristles were manicuring her hands in warm water, too.

"Olivia! Don't be late! We leave in 10 minutes!" Her mother called down.

Reluctantly, Olivia took her hands out of the bowl  and spoke into the speaker saying, "Now nails." The bowl and bristles disappeared, and a new shelf replace it. This time, there were 10, round slots and she put her fingers into them.

Immediately, they closed in around her fingers, and the machine asked, "Nail polish, fake nails, or 8-d?" (8-d was a special nail polish that changed colors when lightly pressed on)

"Nail polish." She answered back.

"What color?"

"Red." Then, inside the machine, a red coating of nail polish dumped onto her fingers. The nail slots loosened, and she took her hands out.

Next, she put her hands in the last shelf in the machine and said to it, "Speed." The machine then made a count-down from 5, and when Olivia took her hands out, they were completely dry, and they had a more brighter, jell-like appearance.

"Olivia, 5 more minutes!" Her mother called from downstairs.

Olivia finally hurried into a little closed-in area like a tent in the circus back in the old days. Then, she pushed the code of perfume she wanted-8-4-0- purple strawberry. Suddenly, little sprayers from everywhere sprayed on the mysterious "purple strawberry." It was only found in the northern part of Africa. It gave off an unusually smoky-strawberry type of smell, but Olivia liked it.

"Time to go!" Her mother called.  She quickly grabbed her purse and ran downstairs. Well, not exactly. You couldn't even call them stairs. They did not indent like normal stairs do- they went straight, but were tilted like a ramp. She put on special boots that could only go up and down the stairs, but not anywhere else. 

She jumped into the car and her mom took off. They did not need seat belts like in the old days; a supernatural forced them back into their seats when the car started. On the way, Olivia got ready. She opened her purse and light shone from it in case it was nighttime. The purse was a robot! It jumped up out of her hands and immediately started putting lipstick, eye shadow, and blush on her. 

"There's the house, up ahead!" She cried.


(Assignment for Lesson #5 - Setting  )


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LAB RAT


LAB RAT
by
Elias Cooper
(age 11)


Chapter 1: Knocked Out

11 year-old Jasper Kanagal trudged toward home from the Creation Club in pure misery. The rain came down in torrents on his unprotected body. No one, not even the weather stations, had foreseen this summer storm. So he had not worn a jacket.
Jasper had slipped several times in the muddy streets of New York City and almost got killed by a speeding car. “I hate this place,” he moaned to no one in particular. 

Just then, a white Mercedes Benz chugged around the corner, stopped and the passengers disembarked. Jasper did not pay it much heed. (Later he would say he wished he had paid attention.) A burly man with a rifle slung over his shoulder stepped out. He raced across the street, much to the dismay of the many cars crowding the roadways. When Jasper finally heard the footsteps, he whirled around into to meet a gloved fist. Then Jasper crumpled to the ground.

“Whaaaa? Where am I?” Jasper groaned. His head pounded with a raging fury. 

“Yer at the police station, kid.” Jasper looked up to see a police officer staring down at him.
“What why? What’d I do?”
“Ya did nothin’. Yer bein’ questioned, after disappearing for a week and whatnot.”
“A WEEK???!!! I’VE BEEN MISSING???!!! WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!!!???WHAT THE CHEESE???!!!”   
The police officer stayed calm. “Yer’ve been missing a whole stinkin’ week and ya don’t know?” he inquired. 
“NO!” came the frantic and confused reply. 

The police quizzed Jasper for hours, in which he learned he’d been missing and the police had been hunting him for a long time. “We found ya in the Bronx sewers, if ya believe ‘et.” said the officer, whose name was Kent. 

When Officer Kent finally released him, Jasper walked straight into his father, mother, brother, and six sisters. They swarmed him with hugs, kisses, and questions, until his mother saw he was tired and ordered everyone--including herself--to stop “pestering” him. She combed her fingers through his wavy, brown hair. “I missed you,” she whispered. His father crushed him in another bare hug. “Good to have you back, son,” he said with a grin. Unlike his huge father, Jasper was a small slim boy. 

When they arrived home, Mrs. Kanagal ushered her son to bed. That’s when the rats came. Rats had never been in Jasper’s home before. Hundreds of rats swarmed his room, on top of him under him, and next to him. But Jasper wasn’t afraid. But it was annoying having rats all over him. “Go ‘way.” He muttered crankily. To his surprise, the rats scurried away, into the hall and out the windows. 

Miffed by the rats obedience, Jasper picked up a ball and bopped it. It sailed threw his open window and hit a building on the other side of the street. “Wow.” was all he could say. Did he have superpowers? 

No one will ever know if he just remembered or if the word “superpower” triggered his memory. But Jasper Kanagal remembered how he had woken up in a room full of government scientists. How they had injected potions and liquids into his body. How when he’d asked, “What are you doing” a woman had laughed and said, “Giving you superpowers!” He’d heard a scientist say, “If we inject these superpower-giving thingie majigs into bombs like the government wants...we’d be unstoppable!” They’d used him like a lab rat. 

Then Jasper also figured out his superpower. He could control rats, or more rats would help him with stuff. And as a bonus, he had super strength! “Wow.” he whispered again into the darkness. Then he thought What terrible things will the government use this for? He’d heard people talk about very horrible things.
1.   Use this SPP (Super Power Potion)  to make America a Communist country
2.   Put the SPP in bombs, guns, missiles , etc and causing world havoc
3.   Killing the President and putting Jeff Algansor into office. (Jeff Algansor believed in destroying Israel, China, Japan, and the Koreas forever).
4.   Stop the would-be communist government from destroying Israel, China, Japan, and the Koreas forever.  

  Now for a superhero name. Every superhero had a name. “Rat King? Nah.  Super Rat? No. Rat Baron? Nah. Extreme Rat? No way. How about...Lab Rat?” Jasper said aloud. “Yeah. I like that. Lab Rat.”
 But the next day, everything went wrong.
(to be continued)

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Poetry





There once was an odd looking cat
Its tail was so round but so flat
Its ears were both big
It smelled like a pig
And looked a good bit like a rat.





Santa is jolly
His elves are too
They make all the gifts
And bring them to you.




(assignment for lesson #5 - poetry)


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