Disclaimer: I do not own Webkinz…
This is based on a true event: My friends and I were telling our other friend about Webkinz and Dr. Quack… well she thought we said Dr. Crack. And so the story is fictional but funny…
It all started when I got married to Tabby Von Meow. She had our only daughter Pollie-Jean Collie… She divorced me three years ago because I got hooked in crack, weed, steroids, LSD, meth, any drug you can say… I've had it. So apparently my son-in-law a police officer caught me and sent me to prison. AND REHAB. What the heck is the matter with people? Gee willikers. Anyway… I'm in prison cell #666 if you can only imagine. Well I cracked my head and is now in the Kinzville hospital. My own workspace. Tabby, my wives, Ms. Birdy and Miss Cowoline came rushing in…
"Oh come on. I don't wanna be in this joint. I wanna go to the bar…" I cried.
"Oh shut up!" Tabby cried
"If you hadn't taken drugs in the first place, Dad, you wouldn't be here…" Pollie-J. said all in my grill.
"Why don't we go buy him a flat screen?"
"He'd be too spoiled… Idiot…"
"Look *beep* I hate your guts. And the rest of you. So go fall off into Wishing Well Two…"
"If you're not careful you'll be singing with the wind chimes." Ms. Birdy said. Implying he would soon die.
Soon the doctor came in with the newz on if Dr. Crack Whack will live…
"It's hard to say… but I suspect he will live until…"
Thanks for reading! Even if it was lame! Please review it's my first fanfiction!