An Excerpt from a Writing Project

From The Crazy Chicken Escapade

It was the next morning, about 8:30. So, not too early and not too late. Strangely enough, all three boys were awake at this time. Andrew woke up at 7:30, and David and Levi woke up at the same time….at 8:06. Kaloi, Marty, Sporto, Cosmo, Jack McFrost, and Jefferson gathered around the table and ate buttermilk pancakes, maple bacon, and eggs, courtesy of Kaloi. The three boys joined everyone once they got ready for the day.

Today, Kaloi and Marty were going to take everyone to the Crazy Chicken Village, or at least try to.
Kaloi, Marty, Sporto, Cosmo, Jack McFrost, and Jefferson told the newcomers about this odd place. On their thirty-minute walk toward the Crazy Chicken Village, the kids met a heavy man with a bib and a fork and spoon in each hand. On his shirt, there were six letters, two of them were in blue ink, two were in green, and the last two letters were in red. These letters spelled out “H.O.T.C.C.V.”

“I have no clue what those words stand for,” said Andrew.
The other two boys looked at the acronym carefully.
“There are many possible words to choose from. There is ‘Heart Of Those Carelessly Creepy Villains,’” said David.
“There is ‘Hippo Over Thy Courageously Crying Vitamins,” Levi remarked.
“That doesn’t make a lot of sense,” Marty replied.
“What would?” Sporto questioned.
“The letters would not make a lot of sense,” Cosmo said, and this time, he was the most serious that he has ever been.
“No, Cozz. I meant, what would make a lot of sense?” Sporto asked.
“AW, NUTS!” Cosmo shouted, and everyone looked at him. He pouted.
“No pouty lip, Cozz!” Jefferson shouted.
“DON’T BE SILLY! PENGUINS CAN’T POUT! DON’T CALL ME COZZ EITHER! I HATE BEING CALLED COMSO, COMMY, COZZY, COM, COZZ, COMICOZZER, COSMIC, AND I REALLY HATE BEING CALLED COMICOZZY!” Cosmo screamed.
“Do you mean….kamikaze?” Jack McFrost corrected him, like he always has.
“A bunch of hard-to-spell and hard-to-pronounce words again, huh?”

This conversation was interrupted by a nasty greeting. A greeting so nefarious that thunder was suddenly heard by everyone. A man, who came out of his brown English Tudor house, wore a white t-shirt that had the acronym, H.O.T.C.C.V. on it. He also wore blue jeans, and a black cape tied around his shirt. This man had a mole on his long nose.

This man was either trying to be a “superhero” or “supervillain.” Or maybe just a comedian.

“Who dareth entereth me private space?” sneered the man.
“My name is Marty. I am a polar bear, and we are on a journey to make an agreement with the crazy chickens,” Marty replied.
“I am Anthony T. DeSillyhead, Head of the Crazy Chicken Village. That’s what H.O.T.C.C.V. stands for, but this isn’t my shirt.”
“Whose is it then?” Sporto asked.
“Mayor Cluck’s, but his mommy made him take it off. He got in trouble when he made spoiled egg salad instead of fresh, and he added a hint of baked beans to it, so they all had a delightful music recital. If you want to know what my middle name is, it is Tony. So, my full name is Anthony Tony DeSillyhead.”
“Isn’t Tony a short form of Anthony?” Levi questioned.
“Indeed,” Anthony answered. He looked as if he was about to cry, and he did for only one minute.

Marty offered him a handkerchief, and Anthony blew very hard into it. After Anthony pulled himself back together, he invited everyone to dinner at his house, which consisted of fried chicken, Caesar salad, and root beer floats. Again, the time spent at Anthony’s was a complete blur, so no one would probably remember what exactly happened during the time at Anthony’s. After the long day, Anthony offered a ride home for everyone. At 11:30, they were all back at Kaloi’s humble abode.
Tomorrow was going to be another fun, but long, day.

During the night, when everyone was asleep, there was the craziest chicken lounge a few blocks away, where every chicken soul was hyper in the middle of the night. Everyone was being immature and running around the place, and there were some chickens who were being mean and pushing their elders out of their seats.

“HUSH NOW, CLUCKS! MR. BRADFORD HAS SOMETHING TO SAY!” a random chicken randomly shouted over the microphone at the most random moment.
“Greetings, rude chicken legs. We have introduced our beloved, well-respected, sweet, and absolutely gorgeous fellow chicken in all this district, area, and village, oh my! And this chicken is NOT as rude, mean, and selfish as you rotten little spaghetti arms. Well, here is our first-rate citizen, Radcliffe Mostaccioli!” Mr. Bradford, another fellow chicken announced.
Everyone’s applause sounded like the roars of chicken thunder. Radcliffe was indeed very gorgeous because he wore a sparkly purple shirt, and some female chickens almost fainted from just looking at him.
“Greetings, fellow chickens! I am here to be silly, but am I also here to blame those knuckleheads who stand in front of the stage? Palooza, no! I am here, before we have fun, to give you a lecture, which will last exactly thirty minutes, and it is about kindness and caring, instead of pushing people out of their seats,” the beloved chicken said.

Radcliffe then proceeded to give his lecture, which was mostly serious, except for some random jokes that he had thrown out there just to catch his audience off guard.

“I believe that we all need to be nice to each other, like me and my girlfriend, who I am now going to propose to. I would like her to accept my proposition for marriage,” were Radcliffe’s ending lines of his lecture.

Radcliffe’s girlfriend’s mouth dropped with utter excitement. Applause roared throughout the whole room, and Radcliffe put a silver ring on his now fiancé’s finger.

As the lecture came to an end, and everyone was all happy and whatnot, there were suddenly four people who slowly entered the party. They happened to be:
Darveda Davucci Illiona,
Nelson,
Hilda,
And….
Bug?

“You two will go to the other side of the lounge and do as I say, or you will get no ice cream forever and ever, amen,” Darveda ordered Bug and Hilda.

Hilda and Bug walked slowly to the other side of the lounge. Radcliffe was in the middle of one of his best jokes, and Hilda, because of how short she is, snuck up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder. Radcliffe ignored her the first time. However, the next time, out came a rude….

“WHAT?!” from the newly engaged chicken.

Hilda laughed a cunning laugh, while she took a gem out of her dress pocket.

“You are under my control. Look deep inside this beautifully gorgeous gem,” she said to Radcliffe.
To herself….
“I think that was actually pretty redundant.”

Hilda thought to herself for a few moments, and then she proceeded to make her move.

“You are an elephant,” Hilda said to her chicken “comrade.”

Radcliffe started to act like an elephant.

The hypnotizing of Radcliffe was really working, which was horribly bad. As a matter of fact, every chicken in the room was hypnotized, and Hilda slowly removed the ring from Radcliffe’s fiancé’s finger and slowly put it in her coin purse.

“It’s sleepy time for Radcliffe, isn’t it? You will go to sleep because I said so,” Hilda said.

The goofy chicken soon became unconscious, and he fell asleep, too. This was a lucky day for the villains because the electricity went out. It was so dark in the lounge that Darveda, Nelson, Hilda, and Bug could get away with attempting to make a deal on the Winderplassic Estate with Radcliffe and Marty.

Everyone in the lounge went BONKERS! B-O-N-K-E-R-S.

“We’ve got him, you bolognaheads! When he signs the deal with us, we will take over the world, the earth, and the living planet, oh my!” Darveda laughed.
The other three bad guys laughed with her as well.
“Darveda?” Nelson got his comrade’s attention after five minutes of doing nothing other than laughing.
“What is it, you bolognahead?!” Darveda snapped.
“The world, the earth, and the living planet, oh my, are all the same thing.”
Darveda gave Nelson a crude glare.
“I knew that all along!”

Meanwhile, in the morning at Kaloi’s house….

Andrew woke up at 8 in the morning. It was a little boring, knowing that he was the only kid of the three who is a morning person.

Levi and David were still sleeping soundly when Andrew returned to the room. David stirred, but it was obvious that Levi was still in a deep sleep.

“Good morning, sleepyheads,” Marty said to the boys. Levi and David woke up in a bad mood. Both boys’ eyes were closed while they were fighting very hard to wake up.
“Good morning,” Levi replied sleepily. He raised his head high enough to acknowledge Marty’s presence, and then his head hit his pillow.

Hard.

Levi fell back asleep.

“I heard back from Anthony Tony DeSillyhead early this morning. Darveda and her sidekicks have tried to take advantage of the chicken population, and Anthony wants us to return the chicken community back to normal.”

“Levi fell asleep,” David answered sleepily. He, like Levi, raised his head high enough to acknowledge Marty’s presence, and then his head hit the pillow.

Hard.

Like Levi, David fell back asleep. Andrew was the only boy who was somehow fully awake.

“We need to start on our expedition to return the chicken community to normal!” Marty exclaimed.
To himself….
“Kids these days.”
“I think David and Levi were both playing video games all night long,” Andrew said to the polar bear, reassuringly.
“I thought I heard video game music being played from my room last night. Did you play video games with them?”
“I played video games with them for a while, but then I went back to my quarter to finish my book.”
“How was it?”
“The book was not as good as I had hoped, but I have another book that I was going to start tonight.”
“You are quite the bookworm, aren’t you?”
“Yes, I am.”

Andrew wasn’t quite sure what to do next. He felt a little odd being the only boy up, but he then realized that David and Levi were going to suffer the consequences of being up so late. Not that Andrew wasn’t up late either, but he considered the beginning of the journey. Andrew knew that they were all going to start finding a way to rebuild the chicken community the following day.

Thirty minutes later, both David and Levi woke up, at about the same time. They both got ready for the day, and when the two boys returned to the quarters, both were wearing Hawaiian-print shirts. Since this was a complete déjà vu moment, Andrew decided to change into a Hawaiian-print shirt as well.

“How long did you stay up last night?” Andrew asked Levi.
“David and I stayed up until about two in the morning. You?” Levi responded.
“Until about eleven o’clock that night. I could overhear you and David yelling while you were trying to beat Cosmo and Jefferson at a game. It was amusing.”
“Oh yeah! That was so much fun. We were playing some classic car racing games against Cosmo and Jefferson, and, sadly, they won most of the time.”
“Oh well. At least it was fun!” Andrew replied.
“It was a lot of fun. And now I feel like I jumped out of a building,” Levi answered.
“Why?”
“I move around a lot when I sleep. I guess I moved around a little too much last night, and I forgot to put my ankle in a brace.”
“You have to wear an ankle brace?”
“I should, especially when I play tennis or sleep.”

After a few more minutes of conversation, David, Andrew, and Levi realized that they had not started on their journey yet. The three boys were still waiting for Marty to enter the quarters and announce the plans. While waiting for Marty, David, Andrew, and Levi sat quietly, eyeing the walls decorated with blue, green, and red paint, each boy’s favorite color.

Five minutes later, Marty entered the quarters.

“What are we going to do right now?” David asked Marty.
“We are going to Kaloi’s forensics lab in a few minutes,” Marty replied.
“What will that do for us in what we want to find out about the chicken community?”
“I doubt that the actual forensics lab will solve any of our questions. However, Kaloi was in touch with Anthony Tony DeSillyhead last night when there was all the commotion, so he might give us some information.”
“That’s still a good idea, though,” David remarked.
“He should give us some information, and he might even point us in the direction of what we need to do next,” Marty said.
“Have we met him yet?”
“The only boy who has is Levi, but he is a pretty cool guy. You all will like him, I’d think.”
“I’ve seen pictures of him on top of the fireplace, by the other pictures of all of you.”
“All of those pictures are from our senior years of college.”
“Where did you all go to college?” Levi asked.
“University of Wakahakai,” Marty replied.