Hired or Fired? part 2!!!!!

Here is Hired or Fired part two!


After Gilbert landed on the ground, he was immediately taken to intensive care unit, because after being shot from the cannon he ended up with a broken leg, a broken arm, and several broken ribs. While he was in bed, Mr. Phillips came up to him and said, “Gilbert, YOU’RE FIRED! You’re a ridiculous old clown who can’t do anything right! Goodbye!” Then he walked away. After Gilbert got a bunch of casts and crutches, he ran away from the hospital.
As he hobbled through a park, Gilbert spotted a bunch of men dressed like octopuses surrounding a poor old woman. As Gilbert neared them, he could hear the old woman calling the men (who were doing a retarded dance) shenanigans and hoodlums.
Gilbert limped closer, and shouted, “Who are you guys?” although he already know. “The YGG, Youth Gangster Group,” the one closest to him replied. “I know you, Sam,” said Gilbert. “But what’s with the octopus costumes? Don’t you usually dress in, you know, hoodies, baggy jeans, and backward caps?”
“Well,” replied one of the members of the YGG, “Today is April Fool’s Day, and we wanted to try something new and different.” “Hey, Gilbert!” Gilbert recognized the voice as Arnold’s. “I hear Mr. Phillips, your former boss at the circus, decided to hire you again.” “Great news. Thanks tons, you guys!” With that, Gilbert hobbled away.
The group of guys burst into laughter. “I didn’t think he’s actually all for that,” snickered Arnold. “It’s an old joke.” Meanwhile, at the circus, Gilbert limped his way up to Mr. Phillips. “What is it now, you ridiculous old cannonball?” asked Mr. Phillips, annoyed. “Didn’t you hire me again?” “NO!” shouted Mr. Phillips. “FIRED!”
Afraid he was going to go deaf, Gilbert hobbled away as fast as he could. Suddenly he remembered that Arnold had played that trick on him before. “That old galloper,” Gilbert muttered, narrowing his eyes. Suddenly an idea came to Gilbert’s head. “Arnold deserves to die. Justice must be served.” Gilbert grinned as he took a bottle of arsenic powder from his pocket.
The next day, Gilbert brought Arnold a plate of spaghetti with the arsenic inside. Gilbert watched with a smirk as Arnold ate with relish. “Mmmm,” said Arnold to the astonished Gilbert, who was shocked beyond measure to see that Arnold had not yet died. “What did you put in the spaghetti? It’s delicious!” Puzzled, Gilbert looked down at the bottle in his hand, and rolled his eyes when he saw that he had misplaced his bottle of arsenic powder for one of Parmesan cheese.
“Argggh!” Gilbert growled, and stomped off in frustration. That night, Gilbert decided to have a plate of spaghetti. “And, of course, Parmesan cheese,” said Gilbert with a grin. With that, he took the bottle of arsenic powder and, thinking it was Parmesan cheese, sprinkled it al over his spaghetti. The next morning, Arnold and a bunch of YGG members went to Gilbert’s house to express their thankfulness for the gift of spaghetti from Gilbert to Arnold, and found him dead with his face in his plate of spaghetti. And so they spanked him for being a glutton*.

The End

*Glutton: a person who greedily eats too much