Once upon a time there was a girl called

Once upon a time there was a girl called Jo. She was very frustrated with stuff.

Especially writing stuff. Or creative stuff. She told her teacher to stuff it. Her teacher said some stuff about "classroom participation" but Jo sullenly plugged her ears.

"I don't want to be here. Take me somewhere better." Jo chanted in her mind. The classrooms aura was tearing at her soul, and she could feel her teachers breathing against her

ankle. Mr O'Ladle had passed out again. He couldn't cope with the classroom's aura of BO & Poison perfume either. Jo tapped her heels 3 times & a dust devil stuck its foot through

Fred's sedimentary rock sedan to slam on the brakes. Jo and the Dust Devil did not want to drive with Fred because Fred was drunk. He'd had a Brontosaurus Bicardi 151 shot

at the bar-o-saurus shortly before leaving his night of binge drinking. Fred stumbled out of his rock sedan and began to mumble unintelligibly. Jo and the Dust Devil looked on as

Fred stumbled about, cursing and vomiting, occasionally screaming something about Helsinki. Jo & the Dust Devil struggled to collect him. "Fred! You're training for the Air Guitar

Contest?" Fred said, yes. Jo and the Dust Devil turned on the switch and, VROOOOOMM! The tube sucked up everything in one fell swoop. The dust bunnies vowed revenge. They conferred

under the bed. The dust bunny named Buster Sr. was the leader. "The Dust Devil has taken my son, Buster Jr. hostage. Dust Devil must die!!!" Buster Sr. then rounded up soldiers to