"YOU'RE JUST A NO GOOD FAT MARTIN!"

The Jungle Rubee

by Caleb Mason

It was a hot and humid night in New York City. Ace McNamara just got home from a hard days work. He hung up his hat and took off his coat. He sat down at his desk and had a cigar. Somebody knocked at the door, “Knock, Knock.” He opened the door and saw the most beautiful thing on four legs. A Dalmatian was just sitting there, “Arf!” Luckily, Ace knew how to speak dog. The dog wanted Ace to help him find the Jungle Rubee. The dog needed it because his family was perishing and the Rubee gave great power. The Rubee is located in Australia! So they rented a plane and were off to Australia. First they went over the Atlantic Ocean. In the distance they saw some jets. What they really saw were spy jets from NASA! They started to shoot at them. In the glove compartment of the plane were laughing gas bombs. Ace got the bombs out. He threw one at the jet, “BAM! Ha, Ha, Ha!” They proceeded with their quest. After awhile the plane ran out of gas! “Arf, Bow Wow!” That meant parachutes. There were no parachutes! They landed in a tree. When they got out of the tree they saw a sign that said AFRICA…

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