"Teenage Mutant Ninja Pickles!"

I sit in my desk staring blankly out the window. I noticed the clouds were pure white, and the sky pure blue. As I was sitting there, something caught my eye. A big pickle laying so still on the window sill. What had it been doing there? I do not know. Had someone put it there? No Idea. However it got there, it still looked shiny and lots of pickle juice was in it. I go to grab a napkin to put the pickle in the garbage, but as I was picking the pickle up I heard a voice. The voice was saying "Teenage mutant ninja pickles" Where did the voice come from? It was like it appeared from somewhere, maybe it was just one of my friends, or maybe a hallucination. It was kind of freaky if you ask me. The voice seemed to be getting louder and louder as I got closer to the garbage can. "Teenage Mutant Ninja Pickles!" "TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA PICKLES" I stopped for a moment wondering if this was all just a dream, I pinched myself. "Ouch" I screamed. Turns out it wasn't a dream. I slowly walked closer and closer and closer to the garbage can. "TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA PICKLES!" "OH JUST LOOK AT THE NAPKIN!" The voice roared. I stared at the napkin so bamboozled. The pickle I once thought got to the sill by a person, Had a face!

As strange as It my seem, I was not making this up, even ask my four best friends, Michelpickalo, Pikhael, Donapickle, And Pickle-Ardo. Anyway back to the story.

So I'm standing there stunned as I've ever been. Looking at a pickle, with-a-face! I wrap him back in the napkin so he didn't get me in trouble. Walked quickly to my desk and put him in my backpack in a safe place so he doesn't get hurt. 12:00 it's lunchtime. I gather all my best friends, sit them in a small circle and take out the pickle. Unwrap the napkin, and there he is. He must of had a nap or something because his eyes, were barely open. "Man how long was that?! I have to get back to my crime fighting! I'm on a mission here!" The tired pickle nagged. My friends sat there stunned even more than I was, I guess they didn't believe me before I showed them. After two more classes, of school. It was over.

Instead of walking, I ran to my house. So Excited I had a pickle as my friend. Got home ran to my room and sat there talking with the pickle. "What is your name? I never seemed to get it" I asked curious. "Michelpickalo" He answered with a sigh. I didn't understand why he didn't look happy."Nothing to be ashamed of, It's just a name" I explained. "That's not why I'm sad. The reason is...I was sent here by my master, Master Pickler. He told me that cucumbers have started taking our place in the crime business, and we need to stop it. We have to use all of our gadgets to get rid of the cucumbers and turn them to pickles, to join our army to defeat evil. We have to do whatever it takes to complete this mission, since you almost threw me away I had to get rid of my identity even though I wasn't supposed to. I'm not even supposed to be talking to you about this mission and my master." He explained with sadness. "So are you working alone? Because that is not safe, your just a pickle. Anyone could eat you at any time." "Yes I know, and No I am not working alone I have three brothers: Pikhael, Donapickle, and Pickle-Ardo." "Okay...So where did you come from?" "I was made by the Pickle Man, Which got his cucumbers from the town Pickle." "Well that's an odd sounding name for a town..." "Yes, because only we know about it and it's far far away from here." I asked many of those questions all night, finally we went to sleep. I thought of another question while I was lying in bed, Michelpickalo was already asleep in his Kleenex box bed I made him.

The next day in the morning I was able to ask my question "How long have you been doing this" Curiosity took over me. "Ever since I was born, when I was in the pickle jar my master was teaching me Pickle-Fu" He explained ever so generously.

In the afternoon I met Michelpickalo's brothers. They are very nice pickles even though they fight crime. They showed me the moves they learnt from their master. Turns out when they spin juice flys. The point of that is, it could get in your eyes and blind you. It's so awesome! Since it was Friday, I was able to do many things I wanted to without worrying when I should go to bed. I stayed up fairly late because I was chatting with Michelpickalo about his moves. I asked if he could teach me what he them, but he said Saturday.

Saturday afternoon I woke up. It was about 1:00 in the afternoon. Michelpickalo showed me some of his moves, like a kick flip, poking someone without actually touching them, showed me how he uses his telepathic powers....Now that one takes some skill to fail, because apparently it's very easy. I failed all of them because I wasn't trained for a long time.

This was how everyday was after school. Showing me the crime fighting moves and trying to get better at them. Me and my pet pickle's four ninja brothers are now as tight as the headbands on their heads...And they're pretty tight!

We now fight crime, bullies, and people who don't enjoy pickles! Hopefully you enjoy pickles otherwise...WE'LL FIND YOU! Either from the phonebook, schools, or other ways you don't want to know.

"Forever long live the "Teenage Mutant Ninja Pickles!" I said with excitement.

THE END!