“Oh man!” Gilbert groaned, kicking the dirt in front of him. His boss, Mr. Lance, had expelled him because he was caught slacking on the job. “I was just taking a rest,” he muttered. “Oh well, what’s done is done,” he sighed. “But I sure wish I hadn’t been ‘taking a rest’.”
You see, Gilbert was a part of the Youth Gangster Group (YGG), which often started riots, and pestered people in public places. His parents had disowned him because of it, and when Mr. Lance found out, that was another factor added to the list of reasons why he was fired.
“This %*! @& Group means nothing but trouble! First my parents disowned me, so that I have no home & have to live on the road!!! Then I have no job, which renders me penniless!” With that he swore some more.
“Hey, Gilbert!” came a voice behind him. “What were you swearing about?” Gilbert turned around to seed his friend Arnold, who was also in the Group. “Oh-um….I…nothing!” he smiled. Then Arnold’s countenance turned serious. “What were you saying about the Group?”
Gilbert gulped. Arnold was nearly twice his size, and also the leader of the Group. Then he said, “I said this group causes nothing but trouble!” “Why you stuck up for….” said Arnold indignantly, his face turning red. “Very well, then. If it causes you so much trouble, you’re no longer a part of it! With that, the big man sauntered away.
Gilbert heaved a sigh-partly of relief. Suddenly Arnold’s friend walked up to the big man. He reported Gilbert’s firing from his job, and suddenly Arnold had an idea. He ran back to where Gilbert stood. “Hey, my man,” said Arnold, in mock friendliness. “I just heard that your boss decided to hire you again.”
Gilbert could hardly believe his ears! That’s great!” he exclaimed, “I’ll go report for work right away!” With that, he ran off. When he was out of earshot, the two big guys began to snicker.
Meanawhile, Gilbert had arrived at Mr. Lance’s office. “What you doin’ here?” questioned Mr. Lance gruffly. “Uh,” said Gilbert nervously. “Didn’t you hire me again?” “NO!” shouted Mr. Lance. “FIRED!”
By now his ears were hurting, so Gilbert ran outside beside before his former boss could deal out more of his rashness. “Hired or fired?” Gilbert muttered. Suddenly he realized that Arnold must be up to something. “Boy am I feeling like a great detective right now,” he laughed. He quickly ran to the subway where he slept, grabbed a large black cloak he used as a blanket, and fastened it on, putting the hood on his head.
Arnold lived alone in a small shack on the other side of the small town. As fast as he could, Gilbert raced across town. When he was about halfway, he heard some music from a circus. Then he noticed a big red-and-white circus tent, so he decided to go check it out.
He put his cloak under some nearby bushes, and then strode inside. “Hi!” Gilbert turned to see a man in a tuxedo. “I’m Phillip Lambert, owner of this circus. Nice to meet you.” “Nice to meet you too. I’m Gilbert,” he said, grinning.
“Well, Gilbert,” smiled Phillip. “You look like a perfect clown. Would you like to try the job?” “Sure, I was just fired, and sure wouldn’t mind!” “Ok,” said Phillip. “Follow me.” He led Gilbert down a hallway, behind the tall seats where the audience sat during the performances.
They soon arrived at a swing-open door. Phillip pushed it open, and they walked through. “Hello, Phillip,” said a tall man, with a suit similar to Mr. Lambert’s. Phillip explained, and Gilbert was quickly ushered off to be fitted with his clown costume.
Ten minutes later, Gilbert was fully dressed in a colorful clown costume. Suddenly Phillip walked up. “Gilbert,” he said. “You’re to be fired.” “Already?” he gasped. He sighed.
“Follow me,” said Phillip, and Gilbert got up. He was led to the platform. After being introduced, he was led into a giant cannon. On the count of 3, he was shot into the air. As he sailed, he thought to himself,” Look on the bright side. At least you still have a job!”
You see, Gilbert was a part of the Youth Gangster Group (YGG), which often started riots, and pestered people in public places. His parents had disowned him because of it, and when Mr. Lance found out, that was another factor added to the list of reasons why he was fired.
“This %*! @& Group means nothing but trouble! First my parents disowned me, so that I have no home & have to live on the road!!! Then I have no job, which renders me penniless!” With that he swore some more.
“Hey, Gilbert!” came a voice behind him. “What were you swearing about?” Gilbert turned around to seed his friend Arnold, who was also in the Group. “Oh-um….I…nothing!” he smiled. Then Arnold’s countenance turned serious. “What were you saying about the Group?”
Gilbert gulped. Arnold was nearly twice his size, and also the leader of the Group. Then he said, “I said this group causes nothing but trouble!” “Why you stuck up for….” said Arnold indignantly, his face turning red. “Very well, then. If it causes you so much trouble, you’re no longer a part of it! With that, the big man sauntered away.
Gilbert heaved a sigh-partly of relief. Suddenly Arnold’s friend walked up to the big man. He reported Gilbert’s firing from his job, and suddenly Arnold had an idea. He ran back to where Gilbert stood. “Hey, my man,” said Arnold, in mock friendliness. “I just heard that your boss decided to hire you again.”
Gilbert could hardly believe his ears! That’s great!” he exclaimed, “I’ll go report for work right away!” With that, he ran off. When he was out of earshot, the two big guys began to snicker.
Meanawhile, Gilbert had arrived at Mr. Lance’s office. “What you doin’ here?” questioned Mr. Lance gruffly. “Uh,” said Gilbert nervously. “Didn’t you hire me again?” “NO!” shouted Mr. Lance. “FIRED!”
By now his ears were hurting, so Gilbert ran outside beside before his former boss could deal out more of his rashness. “Hired or fired?” Gilbert muttered. Suddenly he realized that Arnold must be up to something. “Boy am I feeling like a great detective right now,” he laughed. He quickly ran to the subway where he slept, grabbed a large black cloak he used as a blanket, and fastened it on, putting the hood on his head.
Arnold lived alone in a small shack on the other side of the small town. As fast as he could, Gilbert raced across town. When he was about halfway, he heard some music from a circus. Then he noticed a big red-and-white circus tent, so he decided to go check it out.
He put his cloak under some nearby bushes, and then strode inside. “Hi!” Gilbert turned to see a man in a tuxedo. “I’m Phillip Lambert, owner of this circus. Nice to meet you.” “Nice to meet you too. I’m Gilbert,” he said, grinning.
“Well, Gilbert,” smiled Phillip. “You look like a perfect clown. Would you like to try the job?” “Sure, I was just fired, and sure wouldn’t mind!” “Ok,” said Phillip. “Follow me.” He led Gilbert down a hallway, behind the tall seats where the audience sat during the performances.
They soon arrived at a swing-open door. Phillip pushed it open, and they walked through. “Hello, Phillip,” said a tall man, with a suit similar to Mr. Lambert’s. Phillip explained, and Gilbert was quickly ushered off to be fitted with his clown costume.
Ten minutes later, Gilbert was fully dressed in a colorful clown costume. Suddenly Phillip walked up. “Gilbert,” he said. “You’re to be fired.” “Already?” he gasped. He sighed.
“Follow me,” said Phillip, and Gilbert got up. He was led to the platform. After being introduced, he was led into a giant cannon. On the count of 3, he was shot into the air. As he sailed, he thought to himself,” Look on the bright side. At least you still have a job!”
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Haha! Dummy! Joking, it was really funny:D
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