Once upon a time there lived a old man and his two grandchildren Zack and Nick, they lived in a rather strange house. They had a van at the bottom and a treehouse at the top, the van is holding up the treehouse and the van can only be driven in their room. Their room is on the right bottom, at the middle of the bottom there is a big branch on the left and that is our kitchen. And on the top of the kitchen to the left there is a helicopter pad and there stays a helicopter, so onto the story. Zack and I make books together like we made this one that you are reading, I do the writing and Zack does the drawings. Right now we are making a new play room, with a supermarket behind it. "Zack" I shout out he doesn't reply "Zack!" I shout again he's still not replying "Zack" "what" he yells. "We have to build the playroom come on." So Zack gets up and and starts working and the old guy is still sleeping, "Zack, i'm going to go to the market down in the woods." Ok he replied so off I go. As i'm walking I see a red car and I hear someone yelling inside of it. I run over to the car and I grab out a chainsaw out of my backpack and rev it up and I cut off the roof with the chainsaw and I saw a young boy in the car with a wallet and he was bleeding. It looks like he passed out so I carried him home, and took him to Zack.
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