EVERY SINGLE EASTER MY MOTHER HIDES A THREE POUND EASTER EGG IN THE HOUSE AND SETS MY BROTHERS AND I OFF TO GO FIND IT AND GUESS WHO GOT IT FOR THE FOURTH CONSECUTIVE YEAR IN A ROW
NOT THOSE LIL BITCHES
Narrator: Peter & Hot Dog are on their way to the castle-in-the-air when they come across a butter igloo.
Paula: (holding spatula) Ya’ll want some butter?
Peter: All we need is faith, trust, and pixie dust, forget about butter!
Hot Dog: Don’t forget ketchup, mustard, and Relish!
Paula: You need Butter to live!
Peter: Pixie Dust!
Hot Dog: Grow up, you two!
Narrator: Peter was getting frustrated & knew what to do. [He pulls out his box of letters]
Peter: I will be a kid forever! (spells out pixie dust and flys away)
Hot Dog: No Peter! Don’t leave me here with this butter-addicted maniac!
Paula: It’s okay, I know what’ll cheer you up! Butter!
Hot Dog: I’m alergic to butter! Peter, wait up!
[Paula yells at the pair, making buttery threats)
are you guys ready to read a skit i wrote in 6th grade
its typed exactly how i wrote it so theres errors
I’m going back to Boston, I’m going to my mother’s house, I’m sleeping in my mother’s bed, I’m gonna eat my mother’s cooking and I’m done.