An Excerpt from a Writing Project

From The Somewhat Perilous Plot of the Patriotic Mosquitoes

Johnny Morthland, also known as Sam, the leader of the Patriotic Mosquitoes, tried to wait patiently for his other friends or henchmen. Whatever he was in the mood to call them.

While the other Patriotic Mosquitoes filed into the conference room one by one, they could clearly hear the sound of Sam's hands tapping the table rather loudly.

​With a glass table like the one that they have in the conference room, one would assume that the sound would cause the whole earth to explode. And that would most definitely not be the most fun to see on a Saturday night.

As pretty much all of the Patriotic Mosquitoes entered the conference room, Sam stared at all of them in disgust.

He wanted to start the meeting on the right foot, as many would say. But that was apparently not happening today for them. He adjusted his hat and cleared his throat.

“Ahem,” Sam cleared his throat.
“Hi Sam!” Lisa, one of the female Patriotic Mosquitoes exclaimed.
“Quiet, Lisa. Today, we have a very important meeting regarding our plan to take over Texamilio, Galavanti Island, and Buffoon Land.”
“Don't you mean Wakahakai?” Josh, another Patriotic Mosquito asked.
“No, Josh. I mean Buffoon Land. Land of the Buffoons,” Sam replied.
“Oh!”
“Who has any memory of the pledge of the Patriotic Mosquitoes?”
“Um….”
“Sounds about right.”
“Um….”

With the exception to Sam, the other Patriotic Mosquitoes have already been too incompetent. What was the rest of the meeting going to be like? How was it going to turn out? Sam was very curious to find out.

The Patriotic Mosquitoes stood up for their own pledge. They took their hats and flipped them upside down on their heads, and they let all of their arms rest at their sides. Then, they stood on their tip toes and read some words from an overhead projector, since they couldn't remember their own pledge.

“I am a Patriotic Mosquito. I do the duties as a Patriotic Mosquito. I cook food like a Patriotic Mosquito. I really like spaghetti. Except when it doesn't have garlic on it. I like garlic as a Patriotic Mosquito. Garlic is food for the mind. And Patriotic Mosquitoes have good minds. Except for when they draw on the walls. Then that is not the way of the Patriotic Mosquito.”

Then they sat down.