The Vacation That Went Wrong
“Dad are we lost?” I asked.
We were going on vacation, and Dad always gets lost.
“Ehh…what makes you say that?” asked Dad.
“We just past Santa's Workshop.”
“Percy’s right. We're lost," said Mom.
Before we knew it, we were running over a bunch of Santa's elves. One of them landed in our car. After that I just went to sleep.
When I woke up, guess what? Mom, Dad, me and the elf were stranded on an island.
“Ill go make us some food and shelter with the elf,” I said.
The elf was really helpful. He made me a drill and everything else I needed to make an awesome shelter with a swimming pool.
Meanwhile, Dad was on the beach making a sand castle. Suddenly he hit something hard.
“Oh! A bomb like alarm clock,” said Dad, “What’s this button do?” Then the bomb started counting down from 100:00.
Meanwhile at the US military. . . .
“Uh, sergeant. . . ?” said a soldier.
“WHAT!” said the sergeant.
“Remember that bomb we lost?"
“WE'RE THE US MILITARY! WE LOSE BOMBS EVERY DAY!”
“The one that looks like a big alarm clock”.
“Well, it's been activated, and there’s an elf on the island. We will all end up on Santa's naughty list!”
“WE'LL DEACTIVATE THE BOMB, YOU IDIOT!”
We enjoyed the rest of our vacation in peace. Eventually, I made the car a submarine, and we dropped the elf off in the village. When we left, Dad ran over a man with a white beard and a red suit. That’s right; we ran over Saint Nick himself.
“You better watch out,” said an angry Santa Claus.
“Oh, man” said Dad. “We will end up on Santas naughty list.”