Phineas T. Ratchet-Dave

Dark Bowser-Alan

Fred Jones-Paul

Madame Gasket-Wiseguy


Ratchet gives Fred Jones a punishment for trying to harm his friend Dark Bowser.


At the town, Phineas T. Ratchet was sitting on a newspaper.

Ratchet: Ah, what a nice day I'm having.

Then suddenly, Ratchet heard a scream from Dark Bowser.


Dark Bowser was being chased by Fred Jones.

Dark Bowser: Help! That madman's trying to give me a concussion time! Help!

Ratchet: Oh no! Dark Bowser's in trouble! Fred Jones is chasing him and he's trying to give him a concussion time! I must stop Fred before he gives Dark Bowser a concussion time!

Dark Bowser: Ratchet, help! Save me! Stop that madman from chasing me!

Ratchet: Don't worry, Dark Bowser! I'll help you!

Quick as a flash, Ratchet got off the bench, and then he grabbed Fred's leg, stopping him from chasing Dark Bowser.

Ratchet: Gotcha!

Dark Bowser: Thanks, Ratchet!

Ratchet: You're welcome!

Ratchet hoisted Fred up into the air.

Fred: Hey! Let me go! LET ME GO! LET ME GO!

Ratchet: No. I won't let you go. You've been chasing my friend Dark Bowser and trying to give him a concussion time. Now it's time for your punishment, so here it comes! 

Ratchet began to swing Fred round and round in the air. At first, he swung him slowly. Then he swung him faster... AND FASTER, AND FASTER, AND FASTER STILL... soon Fred was just a blurry circle going round and round Ratchet's head. 

Suddenly, Ratchet let go of Fred's leg, and Fred went shooting high up into the sky like a huge rocket. Up and up he went... HIGHER and HIGHER...FASTER and FASTER. He was going so fast and so high that soon the earth was just a tiny dot miles below. He whizzed on and on. He whizzed far into space. He whizzed past the moon. He whizzed past stars and planets. Until at last...

With the most tremendous BANG! Fred crashed headfirst into the hot hot sun. And he was sizzled up like a sausage! Then a sausage fell back to Ratchet, and he ate it up.  

Ratchet: Mmm, nice sausage! That's a good meal! 

Then Ratchet cheered. 

Ratchet: Yaaaaaay! Fred Jones is dead for good! He'll never bother me, or my friend Dark Bowser or any of my friends ever again!

Back in the Chop Shop, Madame Gasket was furious and upset with Ratchet.

Madame Gasket: Ratchet, how dare you throw Fred Jones up to the hot sun!? Where did you get the idea from?

Ratchet: Um, um, um, I got the idea from the Roald Dahl book The Enormous Crocodile where Trunky throws the Enormous Crocodile up to the sun. I saw Fred chasing my friend Dark Bowser and trying to give him a concussion time. That's why I stopped Fred, and I had to throw him up to the sun! But why? Because he's a danger to anyone!

Madake Gasket: I don't care! Now everyone reacted to his death, thanks to you! That's it, you are grounded, grounded, grounded for a whole month with no TV! Go to your room right now! 

Ratchet went up to his room, crying.

Ratchet: Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

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