Giant Four Hundred Foot Songwriter
Outside of Hospital...
"I am Chad the reporter live coverage at Hospital... We have a giant four hundred foot songwriter is in the recovery room," folks.
Meanwhile in the laboratory recovery room...
"Oh? Dionne?" A giant four hundred foot songwriter woke up from comatose then noticed at her on the second floor ladder with my assistant clumsy Chipette Jeanette Miller. "Just relax," Dave. She said. "Where I am in," Dr. Dionne? He seems puzzled and been lying in the gigantic bed recently. "You are in the laboratory recovery room. " "But, I need to find Dr. Simon reverse me back to normal size." A giant four hundred foot songwriter got up from the gigantic bed. "I tell you that he moved to another hospital he's no longer here," Dave. "Oh. I think my head seems dizzy and hurting now," Dr. Dionne. He sighed. "Nurse Jeanette, bring the headache pill to our patient Dave is getting headache now?" Her normal-size physician doctor Dionne ordered. "Yes sir. I handle it," Dr. Dionne. She replied her. "Don't worry about it. I might find Dr. Simon's address location where he work at," Dave. "Oh. I'm stuck being a freak giant forever." "Dr. Dionne, here's a headache pill with a water glass can." Her assistant nurse Jeanette Miller came back and brought them recently. "All right. Take this," Dave. She took them from her, so his normal-size physician doctor Dionne said. "Okay. I pick that. Swallowing and Sipping!" "Feeling better now?" "Yeah. I need to go and search for Dr. Simon now. Banging walk loudest and crash the wall!" A giant four hundred foot songwriter got up from the gigantic bed and left out of here. "Wait, Dave! Oh. I will find Dr. Simon by the telephone book quickly." She rushed out of the hospital.
Although in the newscast helicopter...
"I am Brittany Miller of reporter of live coverage at town. We have a situation of giant four hundred foot songwriter been loose from the hospital, but he is coming here," folks.
Arrival at town...
"AHH!" "They are screaming and running away from me? Oh wells?" "Whistle! Ouch! Dave?" A delivery Theodore Seville rode his green bicycle been blocked by the giant four hundred foot songwriter been standing on the street recently. "I am sorry about this," Theodore. He noticed at him. "What you want to talk about?" "I ask you something do you know where Dr. Simon?" A giant four hundred foot songwriter requested. "I am not sure he might be at the concert," Dave. "Okay. Whoa!? Crash landing on the restaurant!" "Oh no! My restaurant!?" Chef Eleanor Miller stopped walking from the supermarket, but she shocked and noticed at it. "Is your restaurant," Chef Eleanor? A giant four hundred foot songwriter been accidentally to falling on her restaurant is damaging now. "Yep! You ruin my restaurant," Dave! She is upsetting at him. "I am apologizing for this. Huh?" "Oh wells? I think you should be arrest for destroying on Chef Eleanor's restaurant," Giant Mr. Seville. Officer Dangus hopped out of his police squad car. "I am a big boy that you can't arrest me. Move out, officer Dangus!" He refused to arrest, though the giant four hundred foot songwriter banged through out of here. "Whoa! That's close. I have to call the president Alvin now." Officer Dangus dodges away from smashed by the giant four hundred foot songwriter recently. To be continued...
