One awful afternoon, I was lying down on my sofa, watching the Super Bowl and eating popcorn with my dad and my brother. My mom loathes the smell of popcorn, so the only reason that we were eating popcorn was that my mom wasn’t there. Suddenly, Dad heard the garage door opening. Mom was home! The bowl of popcorn went under the sofa and Dad quickly lit a candle. Mom entered the living room and scowled. “What is that horrible stench?” Mom complained. “Is that a popcorn scented candle?” Just then, I tried to sit down on the sofa and I rocketed up to the ceiling! When I landed on the floor I tried to sit down again, but I popped up even higher. Mom gasped “What’s wrong with Anders?” Dad replied “I don’t know. He wasn’t doing it before.”
Mom immediately searched the internet for my affliction, but found nothing. Meanwhile I was popping all over the place and so was Lars, but Lars was only pretending. Dad was playing the innocent and exclaiming “It’s not my fault!” “That’s it, we’re going to Dr. Frankenstein!” Mom brightly announced. She sat me on her lap, aiming me at the open car door and I popped straight into the car. I was captured and seatbelted before I could fly out of my seat. Mom drove to the doctor’s office like a maniac. Once we got there, the seatbelt broke and I popped out of the car! I tried to sit still in the waiting room, but I kept popping up. After some long popping and waiting, it was finally my turn to see Dr. Frankenstein.
Dr. Frankenstein, who looks a lot like Frankenstein, strode into the exam room. His skin was a little bit green and he had bolts in his neck. He took one look at me and thundered “It looks like we need to amputate!” and he pulled out a chain saw! I heard the horrible buzzing of the saw blades…
AND THEN I WOKE UP.