Thursday, November 3, 2016

calendar art



This is my calendar art from Cinderella and  Rockefeller 

pirates and apple watch's

Bang! Bang! “What was that?” I asked, “I think it was those dirty pirates. They probably want our apple watches. Get me my Jack!”
Jack was the strongest of the group. Jaykib was the leader and also the most handsome. Jack had a very big six pack and his muscles were the size of  watermelons. Jerome was Jack's son. He was the weakest of them all.
Bang! “Jack get the machine guns and the bombs!” I yelled.  “Aye aye, Sir!” Jack saluted.
“Come here babe. Where are the kids?” I asked my girlfriend.
“Get a room you two” said Jack. “Help, help!” I heard.                                                          

“HELP! HELP!” screamed the kids. “Did you hear that?” asked Jack.
“Hear what?” I replied. “HELP! HELP!” I heard in the distance.
“Kids, where are you?” I yelled.
“Over here!” the kids called.
“If you ever want to see them again, hand over the Apple watches.” the pirate snarled.
“Ok, ok!” I said.  I turned to Jack and whispered, “Make some fake Apple watches and give them to him.”
“Yes sir!” replied Jack.  He left the room and returned a few minutes later with a box of what looked like Apple watches.
“Here you go, now give me the kids,” I said as I gave the box to the pirate. I turned to Jack and yelled, “Jack, get the bombs! Throw them and run! Don't forget the kids!”
BOOM! BANG! “You shall pay for that!” boomed the pirate. He turned to his men and roared, “Boys, get on the back up ship now before our other ship sinks!” “HELP! Guys it’s too risky, leave him there!” yelled the first mate as he pulled the anchor up and prepared to sail away.  
“Shame on you!” cried the head pirate. “Please! Help me!  Don’t leave me here!”
I looked at the pitiful pirate and a wave of sympathy washed over me.  
“Jack, go and save the poor man. He can be a part of our crew.”
“Yes, yes!” agreed the pirate, “Just save me!”
“Jack go and get him.” I said wearily.
“Thank you for saving me,” whimpered the pirate. “Where am I sleeping?”
“You will be sleeping in the same room as everyone else,” I answered.  “You get the far bed the to your right. Sheets and stuff are in the cupboard. If you want something, help yourself. The toilet is the first door to your left. The shower is the first door to the right and there is food in the nice shiny kitchen. The cook is busy so do not, I mean do not, bother her!”  
“Kids, are you ok?” I asked. “Yes, Dad” they replied.
“Where is your mum?” I asked them.
“She is in the bedroom.” they said.  
I walked down the hallway to the bedroom where my girlfriend was lying on the bed. “Babe, what is the matter?” I asked her.
“I have only got 2 months to live,” she sobbed.
“What can I do to stop this?” I pleaded.
“You have to sell the Apple watches.” she begged. “That is the exact amount the treatment to cure me costs.”
“Ok,” I agreed.
“Take me to the nearest buccaneer shop,” she instructed.  “Then take me to the Jolly Roger.”
“They will treat you and give you the best treatment in the world,” I assured her. “They have the best doctor in the world that we know of.”              

1 month later….

“Kids, come here, Mum is out of therapy!” I called. “No jumping and screaming though because Mum will be tired.  Let her go back to sleep if she starts drifting away waves after waves slowly driftin.
“Hi Mum,” smiled the kids.
“Hi babe,” I grinned. “Kids, show mum the Dab!”
“Wow, who taught you that?” she asked.
“Dad did,” they laughed. “When is she allowed out?” they asked me. While  right now.      
Ok boys take hear to the ship Arrr no babe don't worry kapow boom nice mum where did you learn that that’s another story what is your name it it it  is van prenter please do not heart me. Lock him up let’s go home.