Wizard of Odds

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
This was just a dumb story I wrote in 8th grade. It's filled with inside jokes from our class, but it's still amuses me.

Submitted: June 11, 2017

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Submitted: June 11, 2017



Casey, Lindsay, Megan, and Jessie laughed at the movie that was being shone in front of them. It was 12:00  am when the movie started and now it was about 2:00. The girls let out soft sighs of relief, seeing as the movie was now over. Casey's dad drove all four girls to their proper homes. Jessie was simply exhausted. The movie was so long that she could hardly keep her eyes open through it. She laid down on her bed and drifted off to a peaceful sleep.


Jessie woke up the next morning. She opened her bedroom door and he dreary eyes nearly popped out of their sockets in shock. 'This is NOT my house!!' She thought to herself. She sighed but, stepped into the deserted wilderness. The Trees were shaped like 'Big Boy'. She was completely confused. A little rustle came from a tree a few feet from her. Her head nearly snapped as she turned to it. She looked over and saw brown spikes. Creeping over she realized it was the top of an elf-like creature.


He popped up with a silly grin and yelled, "HI!"


Jessie jumped back. 'Aha, he looks kinda like...Matthew?' She giggled to herself. She rolled her eyes in amusement as "Joe" (what he said he liked to be called) ran around hugging the trees. Her eyes caught a red sign that in gold print read: Johnstonville. Joe finally stopped and let out a loud yell. Then, out of nowhere little Matthews came out. Jessie gasped as she looked at them all. "I need to get back home. I don't know how, though." Jessie sighed in exasperation.


"Jessie, here are a pair of red Adidas shoes that will protect you." Denise, the good teacher smiled.


Then one of the little "Matthew Munchkins" piped in, "HEY! To get to the Wizard of Odds, someone who can help you get home, you need to follow the loose-leaf paper road."


"Ooook." Jessie was unsure of following but, did it anyway. Soon all of the small munchkins started to sing, "Follow the llp road, follow the llp, follow, follow, follow, follow, follow the llp road."  Jessie stepped forward and all the munchkins followed. They saw her off to a small gate to make sure she would make it ok.


After about an hour of walking, Jessie saw a small yellow dot in the distance. Jessie picked up her pace. As she neared it, she noticed it was a duck picking up his lost feathers. "Hi, my name is Jessie. What's yours?" Jessie asked cheerily.


The duck looked at her oddly. "It's Mr. Quakes-a-lot."


"Well, w-what are you doing," She stuttered.


"I'm picking up my feathers, they don't seem to stay put," Mr. Q scowled.


Jessie stifled back a giggle that was threatening to spill out. "Well, I'm going to the Wizard of Odds. He's supposed to get me home. Maybe...just *maybe* if he won't mind he can cure your *minor* feather problem. Ok?" Jessie exaggerated.


"Mm-k." He started to waddle down the road. This time Jessie couldn't hold the giggle back. She busted out laughing so hard she fell to the ground. After a minute or two of getting herself back together she stood up and started singing,


"We're off to see the Wizard, the wonderful Wizard of Odds. We hear he is a whiz of a wiz if ever a wiz there was. If ever, oh ever, a wiz there was, the wizard of odds in one because, because, because, because, because, because, because of the wonderful things he does. We're off to see the Wizard, the wonderful wizard of odds."


A few hours later, Jessie and Mr. Quakes-a-lot started to get hungry. They saw a bakery off to the side of the llp road. The doors opened and they saw a tin man...cooking? They slowly walked over to him. The tin guy turned around, "My name is Tinbo. I'm a tin chef." "


Hi, I'm Jessie and this here is Mr. Quakes-a-lot," Jessie said.


"Call me Mr. Q," Said Mr. Quakes-a-lot.


Jessie noticed a sad look on Tinbo's face. "What's wrong," She asked.


"Well, the wicked teacher of Rochester took all of my cooking utensils." Tinbo sighed.  


"Hey, we're going to the Wizard of Odds. Maybe *he* can help," Mr. Q offered.


"Cool," Tinbo yelled. So, they started down the road singing their song and before long they arrived at the Wizard's castle.


Tinbo knocked on the door and a small man answered, "Yes?"


"We need to see the wizard." All three said together.


The man smiled. "Come on in." He greeted as if they'd been long lost family. Jessie, Tinbo, and Mr. Quakes-a-lot walked, or waddled, down the narrow pathway to the wizard's chamber.


"Why have you come to see me?" The wizard's voice boomed, making the room feel as an earthquake.


"Umm...welll sir, we would like to uhhh...like um...." Tinbo started but was soon cut off.


"Get to the point! I don't have all day!" The voice boomed again.


"Sorry sir, we came for the tin chef to get his cooking tools, for Mr. Quakes-a-lot feathers to stop molting, and well...for me to go home." Jessie said whispering the last part as a tear fell from her cheek.


"Well," The strong voice conquered the room. "I've been watching all of you and realize your strength, therefore, I will grant your wishes. Tin chef, when you go back all your tools will be back...here is my word." The Wizard handed Tinbo a slip of paper with "MY WORD!!" written on it. "Mr. Quakes-a-lot your feathers have stopped molting." The Wizard gave a confident smile to Mr. Q. as he started to fly *without* all his feathers falling out. "And Jessie, whenever you are ready all you need to do is click the heals of your Adidas shoes together and say, 'I wish I were home.' three times."


Jessie, Tinbo, and Mr. Q. were all very happy until Jessie realized she would need to leave her newfound friends. She gave the Wizard of Odds a small hug, then Tinbo a longer one. She looked down on Mr. Q. and picked him up and hugged him close. "Oh, Mr. Quakes-a-lot, I'm gonna miss you most of all." She said as tears fell down her cheeks.


"I'm going to miss you, too, Jessie." Mr. Q. smiled at her. Did she see a little bit of water in his soft ducky eyes? No, of course not...but maybe...


When she was ready she clicked her heals together and said, "I wish I were home, I wish I were home, I wish I were home..." She opened her eyes and found all her friends there with her: Megan, Casey, Lindsay, Mom, Dad, Mr. Waltz, Miss Noffze, Matthew, Jimmy and of course Mr. Auten. 'Was it all a dream?' She asked herself. "I had the weirdest dream. You were there, you, you, you, and you were there." She said pointing to Mr. Waltz, Miss Noffze, Matthew, Jimmy, and Mr. Auten. She got on her knees on her bed and whispered in Mr. Auten's ear, "You were a molting duck. But, you were and always will be the best! Even if you do lose of your feathers." She then began to tell of her dream of weird adventures. 


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