Cpatain Underpants... He wears nothing but underwear and a red cape, his bulbous stomach exposed for all to see. This thought brings me back to third grade; where I was attacked by him.
So I'm sitting there in class, all is silent and everyone is in deep concentration with their work. Unexpedly, the door is swung open and in the doorway lies a particularly chubby boy. He is dressed like an exact replica of Captain Underpants, underpants, cape, and all. The next thing I see is something I will never forget. His body starts vibrating, stomach looking like dough being spun in the air. All the while, he is shouting at the top of his lungs the sound that will forever linger in my nightmares. "OOGA BOOGA OOGA BOOGA!" He promptly turns tail and sprints out the door. The last thing I saw of him was the flick of his cape as he ran.
As he does this, my teacher shouts, "That's it!" and chases after the mysterious boy. My classroom was one of those outside buildings, so you could hear the loud, angry stomps of my teacher trudging down the railing. My classmates and I stared at each other, mouths gaped open in shock and disbelief.
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