In the world of Bob's, he's friends with Joe and goes on adventures but doesn't use his brains. As Bob goes out and wants to make himself great he has a lot of problems that he'll half to use his brain to solve. Will Bob manage to get through the twists and turns or will it just be another headache for Bob.

Bob and His Mind

Chapter 1: Who's Crik?

In the strange cave house, there lived Bob. As he woke, a leaf blewed from a great distance in the hills to the front of his Bungalow. As the door slammed opened and the wind was waving swiftly to him, Bob felt different and unique today, especially on the porch. Everything made him feel majestic. He felt smart and wanted to prove that Bob wasn’t just a man that lived in a cave. An image of hope and destiny appeared in Bob’s mind and decided to walk over to Joe’s house to drink tea.

“Yo”, a voice rumbled in the woods. In front, he wore a heavy wrinkled leather jacket topped with squirrel fur and thorns from roses. The most noticeable part is his pants and cowboy boots which are extremely ripped and surprisingly clean. On the shadowed man’s pants it says CRIK. His expression was used to being dangerous and threatening. “Yo Bob, ya listenin.” applied Crik. Bob’s brain couldn’t think of any reason his decent friend/partner was here. In fact, Bob didn’t think at all. “Ya Bob, don’t tell me that ya forget about the Drinkathon.”

“Oh”, which was the only thing he could say at the moment. Then a leaf crunched under what sounds like to be a tin can.

“Hey Bob.” Another voice came. “Bob, it’s me Cliltin, remember me.”

“Oh”, he said again.

“Hey Bob, ya promised you were going to watch Chainsaw Men on my 65 inch tv,” informed Cliltin.

“Uh,” mumbled Bob not like how he was brave on the porch. A drop dripped from the falls. Maybe Bob did promise this thrilling idea.

“Hey!,” rudely interrupted Crik. “Bob could never miss the Drinkathon could he, eh? Jamie Louis could not pulverize us the 3rd time in a row! The smirk on her face last year made me more annoyed than Richard Musteat not having his lunch! You could never have a break with the Drinkathon schedule going on. It lasts from uh, when Cliltin?

“Oh, I know about the Drinkathon. In fact, I’m the DJ. Don’t worry Bob it’ll be fine. I know we’ll beat Jamie Louis. The schedule’s from 10:00 to  4:00. We’ll watch the movie at 3:30, uh wait. Oh never mind. At 3:00 in the Drinkathon we hear “Mr. Oh Big Tumpy” talk about his “Stupendous Speech” that only an educated mind of a 4th grade level could understand. Yeah we never could reach that level. Well, I betta stop rambling about this, heh heh.” After the long moment there was an awkward pause. They sometimes took a glimpse at each other to see if the 2 others did anything, nope. Time ticked in Bob’s head and he finally stopped thinking about the confusion informed by his 2 friends. Bob was surprised that he figured everything out in 2 minutes, which is a record if you ask Joe.

“Uh,” grunted Bob. “I better do my conclusions behind this rock, uh, heh heh.”

“That’s allright,” chided the both of them with no expression of questioning whatsoever. Bob’s mind was in a trance. If he does this then this happens. But he did this did this. But he arrived and did this and this and interfered with this!

The day could've just went fine with his friends. But the only idea Bob had in mind was no! He was going to drink tea with Joe like he had in mind this day.

He then swiftly walked courageously to the 2 friends as their hair blew. “So uh, Bob, what are you gonna do.”

“Yeh” announced Bob, “I mean.”

“What?” exclaimed Crik.

“I meant, uh what?” questioned Bob.

“What have ya been doing back there for 6 minutes!,” yelled the friends. “ Come on, tell us we’re your pals, you can say it.” “We’re going to beat Jamie Louis right.”

“We meant,” interrupted Cliltin. “You’re going there right.”

“Nope!”, shouted Bob as he ran along the grass to where Joe lives.
“But what about Jamie Louis!” howled Crik at the top of his lungs. No time for that thought Bob as he went along the paths where the flowers dominated the bunnies. He noticed the crystal clear rivers and gigantic redwoods along the banks next to the bridge that been collapsed by the tree which the men chop down to build the bridge. A house which according to Bob represented a rabbit hole appeared at the tip of his eye. He walked towards the old mahogany door next to the poppies.

Chapter 2: Who Are You?

“Come in” mumbled Joe.” Bob opened the door fast and didn’t realize it slammed Joe’s old and unique pottery.
“I observed that you wanted to slam my jewels because you thought they were ugly,” said Joe still mumbling. Bob ears were red, he huffed because that wasn’t the reason at all. Then he remembered he was here for tea and he took a seat still annoyed at Joe. “ I think you came here because I guess your house is a mess, is that correct?”

“Yes,” replied Bob quietly.

“Then I shall think that you want some british tea with milk and a little bit of burned bacon,” implied Joe.

“How did you know?” replied Bob while he grunted.

“I knew from your smug expression you wanted to knock my plates and make it look like an accident.”

“No,” groaned Bob, getting really annoyed at Joe while his teeth clenched. “How did you know what I wanted to drink?” Bob scratched his head and he felt dumb.

“Ah,” Joe responded quickly. “By now, you should have known my capabilities.” Well you see, the yin and yang twins are opposite which even you, should know. “You felt different today from the expression and could tell you wanted something different, like ying and yang opposites. I knew you wanted burned bacon because you need it in everything. Bob felt dizzy when Joe mentioned the ying.

“Wait,” Bob loudly addressed. He was staring at the bag which was tied.

“Oh”,  trembled Joe trying to act smart. “I see you have found my my uh, bag of course that was used to travel along the amazon river full of pygocentrus nattereri.”

“Why is it wet then, it’s been a long time, it looks like you dumped the old bag in water. If you tried to sneak in then why is it tied.”

“Look,” said Joe sternly. “It’s not what you think it is. I can explain this.”

“The bag looks like the bag where we stuffed the wizard in… hey, wait a minute!

“Uh, what,” squeaked Joe.

“Hey, don’t act like nothing is going down, cause it ain’t. Joe never mumbles like you do!” spat Bob. “Plus, Joe is not as rude as you! You stuffed Joe in the bag didn’t you? I might be dumb but I can tell the difference between someone like you and Joe.”

“Wait!” answered the fake Joe. “I had to go through plastic surgery, and not going to the Drinkathon.”

Inside Bob’s stomach felt like there was a hurricane in there. He felt sick that he wasted his time on this brat instead of going to the Drinkathon. Then Bob felt he did feel the joys of life, he used his mind.  What came out of Bob’s mouth are “Your days are over, Jamie Louis.”

“What, no, how in the heck!” sputtered Jamie as Bob felt honor and greatness.