I bet Big Bird never feels lonely

I'm so fricken' bored. BooooooooooOOOOOOooooooored! Boredom + no energy/motiviation/ + slight depression makes for a meh day. A very meh day. Bah, I give up.

Ok, remember when I said I would have something planned for this entry? I lied. I didn't come up with anything. OH MY GOD KILL ME. This is the worst writers block ever.

Entertained yet? What's that you say? Write an improv story? Fine. But I'm starting from the middle.

Jimmy picked up the sledgehammer. Desperate times called for desperate measures. He began swinging at the cats who scattered off in all directions. He was determined though. He would get every last one of them if it was the last thing he did. He said so out loud actually. And that's when he heard a response come from the shadows in the corner the warehouse.

"Oh, it will be", said Mr. Muffins as he revealed himself. "You've made a grave mistake".

With that Mr. Muffins, the giant speaking cat, took a swing at Jimmy and knocked him out cold. The other cats that had scattered began making their way back to the center of the warehouse to talk things over with their leader.

"Relax little ones," assured Mr. Muffins. "Have Jimmy tied up and attached to one of the explosive barrels. We will make his death slow before we back up and shoot the barrel from a secure location. We have no choice but to blow this place to the ground.

Mr. Muffins had completely forgot about Heraldo though. At that moment Heraldo appeared by the door armed with an AK-47 and surrounded by his gang.

"What the fucking fuck?!" screamed Heraldo. "Shoot!"

Bullets blazed through the warehouse as a couple gangmembers rushed in to save Jimmy. They needed him alive afterall. Sure, they would have to make Jimmy their own prisoner but first they would have to settle this current issue. The cats could not be allowed to carry on with their plan.

"The boy," whispered one of the gangmembers. "What do we do with him? This seems bizarre. We're going to save him just so we can double cross him in order to get to his grandmother?"

"QUIET!" shouted Heraldo as he continued firing rounds at the cats. They had the felines outnumbered and it wasn't long before the warehouse was covered in fur and kitty guts.

"Grab the boy, shove him in the van and let's get out of here!" Heraldo roared.

The gang drove for hours before turning onto a narrow dirt path and coming to a stop. They opened up the back door of the van. Jimmy was conscious.

"What the hell is going on?" he asked. "I brought the money, where's the drugs? And, again, what the hellis going on?!"

"Ha! We don't care about the money. We're after much more," explained Heraldo. "Bring us to your grandmother and we'll let you live. Otherwise, we'll rip every one of your limbs off and super glue them to various trees around the city."

"What do you want with my grandma?" asked Jimmy.

"You have no idea what you've gotten yourself into, do you?" Heraldo shot back.

To be continued (Never)

G'night Y'all!