It's Jimmie The Girl!

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Mystery and Crime  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is the product after an 8th grade writting assingment where we had to write a mystery story based off a picture given to us, and unfourtunatley, I had to find that things I think are absalutly hilarious are really pretty much stupid to my peers...oh well.
Any ways, in this idiosyncratic story of original characters "Jimmie" a dedicated tree hugger, and the star "Phillip" Jimmies good friend, and a band of other unuasual people a strange caterpillar slavery bussiness is functioning some wear in the tall hills of Kentucky. Who's guilty of such a loathsome crime? Any one, absalutly any one...

Submitted: April 14, 2010

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  In the tall hills of Kentucky, sits a large, elaborate, house three stories high. It is painted white, and has a roof of Cedar shingles. Surrounding the house is the mysterious Fairydust Forest, filled with the most bewildering plants you would ever see in your life, along with the mythical Purple Buffalo of Fairydust path. But, in this house, resides a wealthy and unlikely family of three: first, Berry, the dad, is a frantic, as well an influential and well known business man, who is never seen without wearing a black silk tuxedo, and a golden pocket watch. Second is Natasha, the mom, she is stern, feared, strict, chunky, and is some one who will do anything to keep her good image alive. She also always wears her light brown hair in a wispy bun, and puts dark red lipstick on her lips very heavily. Third is the daughter, Jimmie. Now, you might find it odd that a girl has the name Jimmie, but her real name is Jen, she just likes to go by Jimmie because she thinks it’s silly. She is a well conducted little 12 year old girl, by her mother’s will. If she could have her way, she would, ditch her skirt, spike her hair, and wear a tank top instead of a white button up shirt. She often argues with her mom about not being able to go on protests, such as the one about two years ago, but this argument didn’t turn out to be what she intended it to be, I believe it started like this…

 
“Mother! Please! You never let me do anything!”
“Shut up you stinker! I did not raise you to act like this! Go take a nap, little punk!” 
Jimmie rushed up the hard wood stairs pounding and clinching her fist as she mumbled with her head in the air.
“You do not walk away from me like that you little brat!” Growled Jimmie’s mother Natasha, with spit flying out every direction, just like a drill sergeant, standing up straight while she pounded her right leg sternly to the dark wood floor.
When Jimmie opened the door to her room, she jumped on her huge bed pressing her tree shaped pillow, which said “live for the trees die for the trees” into her face while making horse sounds and sobbing, and began stroking her arms up and down, and her legs side to side. She called this “cover angles.” She only did this when she wanted to make her mom mad, and she liked the evil feel of being so immensely rebellious.
After Jimmie finally had a cheerful and somewhat evil smile on her face, a tapping came to her window; she didn’t know what it was, so she cautiously got from her bed adjusting her green skirt embroidered, “Trees rock my stockings off,” and slowly continued to her back wall where her window was, and peeked out of from the side. It was Phillip, Jimmie's best friend. She excitedly pushed the window as high as it would go and the bright light from the sun caused her to squint her eyes almost shut. 
“Jimmie! Hi!” Cheerfully yelled Phillip from the backyard.
“Phil how pleasant to see you! My mom is quite angry with me; I’ll get a rope for you to climb up.”
“Okay, send it down!” Called Phillip. Jimmie ran to the right side of the room and swung open the white cabinet doors, and searched up and down for her trusty brown rope that she had named “Jodie,” which was found in a blue cardboard shoe box on the second shelf. She dropped the box on the ground and hurried over to the window, which she had named Bessie, and tossed the brown rope out the window and smiled. 
“Got it!” Cried Phillip.
“You must hurry up; my mother threatened if you don't stop coming here, she’ll snap your suspenders so hard that they’ll go through your chest and then she will draw screwdrivers on your face.”
“Don’t worry; I’m up.”
“Thank goodness you’re here Phillip!”
“So can you come, you know, to the protest?”
“No, my stinking mom won’t let me, she says it’s “pityfying.” I don’t like my mommy.”
“I do.” Disagreed Phillip remembering the cookies that she once made for him.
“Wanna play hide and seek?” Asked Jimmie.
“Girl, you know I do! Oh, and I found this thing in the Fairydust Forest on my way here, it’s like a brochure or something. I thought we could start a brochure collection! This one is pretty!”
“Let me see that. Let me read it. It says: “Auctioning off caterpillar slaves, locally breeded, cheap, willing to go to extremely low prices, great during this falling economy and for tilling gardens! Come see me at: 3-0-1-8 Kentucky”
“A-A-A! That’s my house number! What scum bags would do this!? I will get to the bottom of this!” Claimed Jimmie as she victoriously raised her hand into the air through her tears.
“I like caterpillar’s, their like pudding. So are we going to play hid and seek or what. It’s probably just a type-o, your mom and dad wouldn’t do that!” Assured Phillip.
“I wouldn’t be so sure, but yeah, let’s go.” Agreed Jimmie.
When they got into the huge backyard, Jimmie and Phillip greeted the gardener Ivan.
“Aye, hello lads, it is a fine day for a day outside is it not? Bot, fot, and chot!Dang a caterpillar! I hate you, hate you! I wish you would just leave! So I shall squash you! Ha ha!”
“ Uuummm, yeah it is, we were just going to go play hide and seek, because we like hide and seek, it's fun. Plus you’re a moron.” Phillip informed Ivan. 
“Aye it is quite riviliting to rivly rivles, fab bab mab!”
“What?” Asked a confused Phillip.
“Oh never mind him, he’s just a confused old wrinkly non-tree-liker man. Now let’s seek and hide heew whee!”
As they walked to their hide and go seek spot , Phillip asked…
“Wait! What did Ivan just say? Did he say that he hated caterpillars, and that he wishes they would just leave?”
“I think maybe he did say that, but he wouldn’t do that, he’s a gardener.” Explained Jimmie.
As Phillip counted he peeked out from his hands to cheat when he saw Jimmies frantic father smacking his wrists, jerking his head back and forth, while he took out a ring off keys the size of a doughnut from his pocket, and quickly search through all the keys. He must have looked through hundreds until he came to one small, corroded, rusty key. He mysteriously hunched over and gave out an epic laugh then inserted the key into the wall. The wall opened like a door and a small, squeaky sound much like “e-e-e-e-e!” came out. Phillip wondered what he could have been doingd. 
“Olly-olly-oxen-free!” Which in hide and seek, means for every one to come out of their hiding places”
“Boy, what the heck be wrong with you!? I had a yo awesome hiding place!” Hollered Jimmie.
“I’m sorry it’s just, I saw something weird, so weird, I’m not sure if it’s imagination or reality.”
“Well, what did you see?”
“Berry, your dad.”
“Seriously?” Jimmie asked sighing.
“I was hoping for something better.”
“No, no, I saw him walk into a wall.”
“Wow, this is serious, and it’s all happening way to fast, I need to catch up with my thoughts.” Remarked Jimmie with widened yes.
“Let’s head to Fairydust Forest, and hang out there, it’s a great place to think, plus, this place is starting to creep me out.”
“I’m sorry, I can’t, my mom won’t let me.”
“Come on, your mom is a quack, she won’t care, just come with me this once.” 
Jimmie chuckled and replied: “this is even worse then making bed angels! Let’s go!” 
Jimmie rushed back to her house, and slammed open the door but abruptly stopped when she stepped in, and stood up straight and made her way up to her room, while her mom and dad were sitting in the dining room with five tall well dressed men, more than likely discussing business, after all, her father was an influential business man.Though she never knew what he did in business, just that he was a business man.
“Hello honey! I’d like you to meet some very important clients of your father. This Jen, or as she goes by, “Jimmie.” 
“How do you do stubby bubs?” That was something Jimmie liked to do so that her mom would ask her to leave.
“Ummm, how do you do miss? I’m Jerry.” Explained the man in the back of the dinner table while he removed his tall felt top hat that was slopping on his head. 
“Nice to make your acquaintance miss Jimmie.” Assured the man who was pushing up his thick circle glasses and stroking his small beard, but didn’t even bother to tell his name.
“Howdy! I’m Larry, but you can call me Snappy. Good to meet ya’! I want you to know that if your father wasn’t around an old guy like me would have a hard time tilling my crops!” 
“Yes, he is a good man.” Interrupted Natasha. 
Jimmie ignored her mom, and wondered what he meant by “tilling my crops.” She thought for sure she had heard something like that before, but she just pushed to the back of her mind. 
“Hi.” Simply said the tiny, shallow man who kept his head down his hands in-between his tooth pick legs. Jimmie looked at him strangely and replied with “Hello sir.”
“Hola Jen, you are good girl.” A Latino man informed, with black hair and dark tanned skin. 
“Okay dearest, you may continue to your fun, I love you!” Falsely announced her mom.
When she got to her room she recited her code of life: “For the trees I stand, for the wild I protect, for I stand for nature, give me organic, or give me death!” After taking in a deep breath, she searched through her messy room for her nature pack and other nature equipment, or her “natuber nopmop fop,” as she calls it. She looked through books and paper around the room and eagerly searched for all her “natuber nopmop fop” until her nature pack was full of all kinds of eco friendly plant food, seeds, and her super trustworthy, and honorable binoculars who she named Brandon. 
She ran and hopped down the twisted staircase, and zoomed passed her mother and father talking, Larry yelled after her “bye little lacy!” Jimmie yelled “Bye sir!” back, and hurried out the tall wooden door, while her mom suspiciously peeked out the window curtain.
“What took you so long!?” Boldly asked Phillip.
“Just getting all my stuff, let’s head out!”
“Wait just one second girly. There’s something you need to know about Fairydust Forest.” Phillip warned while holding a flashlight under his chin.
“Okay, what is it?”
“It has been said that the Fairydust Forest is the domain of the Purple Buffalos.”
“Purple Buffalos? I don’t know if I want to go any more.”
“Oh come on sugar pie, we’ll be safe as long as I bring my lucky paintbrush!”
“Okay.” Hesitantly agreed Jimmie
So they slowly walked from the back porch to Fairydust Forest, which was right in Jimmies backyard. During the whole walk, Jimmie was so nervous it had felt like there was a something pulling down on her chest in the inside, but she kept going, and thinking “What if we get killed?” or “What if the Purple Buffalos are only the beginning of the scary stuff?” Eventually she stopped thinking of that and remembered how much fun she could have picking up litter, and planting trees. 
“Well here she is, the Fairydust Forest!” Told Jimmie.
“Okay, let’s go.” Ordered Phillip as they entered the forest, it seemed to be magical. Birds flew and sang everywhere, squirrels played high up in the trees, ants walked all over the ground, and the trees, they were so green and lively, like nothing she had ever seen, it was a tree hugger heaven. 
“Oh boy, I’m going to start picking up litter!” Jimmie squealed. She swung her green backpack down from her shoulder, that she just named Larry, and pulled out a black plastic bag, and began to pick up all kinds of bottles, papers, and other pieces of trash that had been blown in from her house.
“I am such a good person!” Thought Jimmie as she followed behind Phillip picking up trash as she went along the crooked path of dirt and rocks. 
“Sshh!” Commanded Phillip.
What is it?”
“I think I heard something.”
“There is sound everywhere Phillip.”
“Not like this, it wasn’t natural, like people talking.”
“Well, maybe we should go back Phillip. Please?” 
“Oh come on, we’ll be okay, let’s just keep going.”
“Okay.” Jimmie kept walking, and bent down to pick up a piece of trash which was what looked to be a brochure, but Phillip called her to hurry up, so she ran up to him thinking that she could get it when she came back.
“Where are we going Phillip?”
“Oh just to a nice little creek, I need a rest, lets sit on this log.”
“Good, my feet feel like the sewer. Let’s go over our clues. First we found the brochure, and that’s it. Gosh, I need to thinks some, wait; I remember Larry said that if it wasn’t for my father, he would have a hard time tilling his crops.”
“Wait, didn’t the brochure say that?” Remembered Phillip.
‘Yeah, let’s take a look. You’re it does say that! We have to hurry back to question him!” 
“But the creek is just around this t bend I just want to get a quick drink and we can hurry back.” Jimmie and Phillip anxiously jumped down to the creek bed, but were confronted by a family of mafia members. 
“What you doin down here kiddies?” Asked a huge man in a black suit and a mobster hat.
“I-I-I.” Stuttered Jimmie.
“Don’t worry, uncle Andre will take care of you. Let me introduce you to the rest of the family…this is Gary, we call him Bob. Over here is James, he’s the toughest guy you’ll ever meet, then there’s Jose, don’t talk to him, and lastly there is the pride and joy of the family, me, Andre.”
“N-nice to meet you all.” Phillip found himself saying. When suddenly, a large man came behind Phillip and Jimmie and grabbed them by the wrist.
“You see, we’ve been needed some money to pay off all the marsh mellows we bought, and some bozo Natasha is giving us two grand each to take you guys away, so you better not mess this up for us.” When instantaneously, galloping feet quaked the earth and shook the trees. But unfortunately the mafia men were ready; they quickly pulled out brass knuckles, pistols, and rifles. 
“Load up guys, it’s the Purple Buffalo!” Shouted Andre while loading his gun, and the big man released Jimmie and Phillip from his mighty grip, they ran behind a tree and huddled down. All that Jimmie thought was false was proving to be true right before her eyes when in the distance at least three hundred buffalo, as purple as grapes, as large as a car, and twice the strength of an ox, stood on the other side of the glittering, rushing creek. The alpha-male buffalo stomped his hoof on the torn dirt, huffed out air from his nostrils, and ran towards the mafia. 
“Fire!” Andre shouted to his men, and a shower of bullets fell on to the buffalo causing some to fall down and trip other buffalo in the creek, while some others got past trampled buffalo, and spray of bullets. The buffalo gored men into the air. It was an incredible battle of man verses beast, the buffalo stomped the ground mightily, and the men shouted as they were shooting the massive buffalo. 
“Fall back!” Cried Andre and the men ran towards Jimmie’s house, screaming in agony, but the enraged buffalo charged behind them, one man threw a grenade, and Jose turned around to fire his gun, while the bloodied up Purple Buffalo leader leaped onto his chest and buried him into the ground with his unbelievable strength.
“Help!” Screamed Jimmie. When, through all the screaming and pounding, came the sound of adventurous hollers of brave men, and gun shots echoing through the forest air.
“Unbelievable.” Exclaimed Phillip.
“He haw!” Shouted a cowboy twirling a lasso above his head. 
“Let's get 'em!” Shouted another cowboy, galloping on a horse towards the Buffalo.The cowboys rustled up the elusive beast, and hopped off their horses to greet Jimmie and Phillip.
 “How are y'all?” Asked the cowboy.
“I'm Wyatt, the fastest, most feared horse rider in this here forest.” Informed Wyatt.
“Umm, we're good, thanks for saving me mister, I'm Phillip, and this is Jimmie.”
“That's pretty righteous. All thirty of us make up what we call 'The Florescent Cowboys' and you sure are lucky we heard ya', otherwise, them darned Buffalo would have had you! You need a ride home?”
“I'm a tree hugger.” Proudly blabbered Jimmie.
“Ha-ha! What's that mean? You are a strange one Jimmie!” Teased Wyatt.
“We would love a ride home.” Phillip butted in.
“Okay hop on.” So they jumped onto a horse and rode along the path.
“STOP! Let me off!” Jimmie cried, she hopped off to the ground and picked up three green little caterpillars.
“Are you okay little guys? I wish you could tell me who’s selling you guys into slavery, then I would give you guys some of the best leaves you ever tasted!”
“Okay, we shall tell you who committed the crime.” Decided the French accented caterpillars.
“A-A-A! How can you talk” Jimmie asked as she almost dropped them from her hand.
“I don’t know, we just can. Okay so this is who did it: the gardener.”
“Ivan?!”  Asked Jimmie.
Sure, now where is our leave’s?”
“That Ivan! I knew he was up to no good!” She set the caterpillars down on some huckleberry leaves and hopped back onto the horse continued along the dirt path until they came to the edge of the forest, they ran to the garden, and spotted Ivan doing the macarena in front of an Iris flower.
“IVAN!” Shrieked Jimmie.
“Aye mates, join me for a dance?” 
“No dumby! Stop hiding your little secret! You're enslaving harmless caterpillars!” Screamed Jimmie through tears of complete sadness.
“No I did not! I don't like the little critters, but I would never sell them for slavery, there kind of cute.”
Phillip looked around the garden and found a gruesome pile of scattered caterpillar remains.
“What is this? Is this just a special fertilizer you came up with, or do you just like the way dead caterpillars look?” Taunted Phillip while holding the end of a dead caterpillar in end of his hand.
“That’s not mine! It couldn’t be! I don’t know ho all those got in my garden.” Explained Ivan.
“A likely story, and besides, the caterpillars told me that you did it!” Assured Jimmie.
“Wait a second, did the caterpillars you talked to live in the Fairydust forest, have yellow stripe down their sides, and a French accent?”
“U-m-m-m, yeah, now that you mention it, they did have all those things, how did you know?” Remembered Jimmie as she thought back.
“Those are the notorious Lying Caterpillars of Fairydust Forest!” Clarified Ivan.
“How can we be sure you didn’t just make that up?” Claimed Phillip.
“Aye, I got just the thing lads.” Said Ivan while pulling out a book from his back pocket of his overalls.
“Here it is. It says: I’m sorry I can’t read, you mind Jimmie?”
“Okay, it says: “The Lying Caterpillars of Fairydust Forest, often talk with French accents, and have yellow line down their sides.” Oh, okay, thanks for your time, and nice dancing homey, totally awesome!”
“Aye thank you lads, you had me scared for a moment! Now on you go, let uncle Ivan have some time dancing. Op mop chop gop.”
“Okay, bye mister Ivan.” Chattered Phillip. As they walked away, Jimmie and Phillip talked together.
“If it's not him, who else is it? There isn't anyone else here except my family, and they like eggs too much to sell caterpillars into slavery.” Contemplated Phillip.
“You're forgeting two people, my mom and dad.” Explained Jimmie
“It couldn't be.” Gasped Phillip.
“Heck yes it could be, and besides, it has to be.” Confirmed Jimmie.
“Well, there's only one way to find out, let's go.” Urged Phillip, so they slowly walked into Jimmie’s house.
“What do you want?” Asked Jimmie's mother.
“Ummm, ummm.” Rambled Jimmie.
“What the heaping heck do want!?” Screamed Natasha viciously.
“I know you and dad are running a slave factory for caterpillars!” 
“So? I'm tired of you being a tree hugger! If you weren't so stupid, you would have a bright future in the slave business! ”
“NO! I'm calling the police for animal protection services!” Screamed Jimmie, as she ran to the end of the house for the phone, and frantically dialed 9-1-1.
“Hello?” Asked a soft voice.
“I need animal protection services!” 
“Were do you live?”
“In Kentucky”
“Okay, I'm sending a SWAT team right over!” 
“Thank you!” Sighed Jimmie, and the SWAT team was right over. 
“We're coming in!” Bawled the heavily armed man holding a large rifle to his shoulder.
“Come in!” Mocked Jimmie's mom.
“Hello ma'am, I am Animal Protective Services, and we got a call that there was something going on here.”
“Yes! These crooks are selling caterpillars into slavery!” Interrupted Jimmie.
“Do have proof?” 
“Yes, she said that she did and that means she did!”
“I suppose you're right, take them away boys, oh wait, where's your dad little girl?”
“Probably in the slave room.”
“Okay, where's the slave room?”
“Oh I saw where! It's in secret door in the wall!” Blurted out Phillip.
“Okay, take me there.” The SWAT guy told her. They walked out the door and to the back of the house.
“This is where you saw him open the wall?” The SWAT man asked Phillip.
“Yep! And I wasn't seeing things!” Phillip enforced.
“Get the wall breaker-downer boys.” Ordered the SWAT looking guy. 
Two men came with a large bucket of C4 and duct tapped it to the wall, and exploded it to reveal the gruesome auctioning house. There was a tall stage where the caterpillars where auctioned off and there stood Berry, still, and shocked. It smelled terrible in there, like caterpillar feces, and the room was dark, but you could see the brick walls covered with tally marks etched by the imprisoned caterpillars. 
“Get them boys.”Commanded the SWAT looking guy, and a huge flood of men armed with rifles flooded in, arrested every one in the room, and let the caterpillars go in Ivan's garden.
“Wait!” Called Jimmie running up the SWAT guys who were carrying her mom and dad.
“I have to know how and why you did it.”
“Jen, such a tree huger you are. It was simple, first, I knew you were starting to get a clue that we were braking the law, and I noticed you were heading to the Fairydust Forest, so I called the Mafia members, which I’m sure you me, to take you away, far away from her, but that didn’t work so I planted some Fairydust Forest Lying Caterpillars to throw you off track, then knowing they would tell you that the gardener did it, I planted some of our weak slave caterpillars in his lush garden, and I did it because I like money, and the caterpillar slave market is booming. I was surprised that you figured us out Jen, good show.”
“STOP! I never wanted to do this! I never should have fallen for your, “I’ll give you five lollypops” trick. I was so foolish!” Yelled Berry smacking his head with his palms and stomping his foot on the ground.
“Shut up stupid!” Commanded Natasha.
“Okay.” Agreed Berry.
“Because Jimmie's parents were to be incarcerated for their crime, the SWAT leader took it upon himself to set up a living arrangement for her.”
“I have talked to Phillip's parents and they will let you live with them.” He informed.
“Thanks, that will be fun.” Excitedly said Jimmie.
“I will have revenge on you my daughter!” Promised Natasha.
Thanks to Jimmie’s tree huger instincts, and Phillip’s bravery, the caterpillar race was saved, and justice was served!
 
THE END


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