Dembow-bow looked at the time. It was 6 o’ clock in the morning and he was TIRED! What would he do today?
To go back to sleep, read red.
To start a new day,read dark green.
Mr.Dembow-bow went back to sleep. He had a dream. He dreamed that he was at a store and a man said to him “You are not Mr.Dembow-bow!” Dembow-bow was stunned. “Of course I’m Mr.Dembow-bow!”, he laughed. “You’re silly!” “No I am not!”, insisted he. “I am actually very smart.” Mr.Dembow-bow glared at the man. He slapped his hand on the table dropping some money on it. “I bet you $100 that I am to Mr.Dembow-bow” he growled. “I can prove it.
If the man excepts the challenge, read the beige.
If he declines it, read the light blue.
“YAAAAAWWWWWNNN!”, went Dembow-bow. Shivers went down his spine. It was a cold morning in October. Wait a minute…it was the day of his halloween party he was throwing! Mr.Dembow-bow had forgotten the plan.
If you want to throw a scary party, read orange.
If you want to throw an ordinary costume party, read pink.
“Throw in all ye’ money… $100…CHEAP”,the man was saying. Dembow-bow new the man was just trying to make a bigger bargain. The store was empty. “As long as we are alone” Dembow-bow scoffed as he smiled. “$100 it is.” Swing! Someone had just came in. The man grinned and asked “How about now?”
To bid more, read the yellow.
To keep $100, read dark blue.
This was right. Very scary. Zombie pictures from horror movies hung on the ceiling and creeped stuff out. A smoke machine was in the room too. Yep. Super scary. Maybe…too scary. “No”, Mr.Dembow-bow assured himself. “I’m fine.” Ding-dong! Dembow-bow’s guests were here. He opened the door. People hugged and laughing saying stuff like “I just adore your costume!” and “How on Earth did you decorate this place!” Mr.Dembow-bow loved both of these comments. Of course being Mr.Dembowski, his costume was handmade. Dembow-bow ooked at the ceiling again, being scared of the pictures. He had to do somthing with them!
To take down the pictures, read ocean blue.
To keep them up, read light purple.
“No”,said the man. “I couldn’t possibly bargain with you. I guess you are Mr.Dembow-bow. Sorry.” Dembow-bow smiled…until the alarm clock rang.
Mr.Dembow-bow made nice templates for his friends and used a bigger seat for Bill the Fat Bear. He put on a tux and took off his fake mustache and sprayed his hair a little. He now looked like Mr.Dembowski. He and his friends had a fun time at the party and admired costumes. Even Ms.Oliva and I were there.
“Fine!”, yelled Dembow-bow. “$200!” He rolled his eyes. “Now let’s start by showing me your ID”,said the man. Mr.Dembow-bow gave the man his ID and the man examined it carefully. “Yes…yes…yes”,the man mumbled. “I have sadly mistaken you”, he sighed shaking his head. He hands Dembow-bow his ID back…and $200.
Mr.Dembow-bow just manages to get through the party by leaving up the pictures but he was still scared. All he needed was to have fun…so he could get distracted. Would he have nightmares? Who knows?
“Only $100”, Dembow-bow says. “Alright.”,the man mumbles. “Now give me your ID.” Mr.Dembow-bow hands over his ID but before he did he looked at it. It read:
“WHAT!”, Dembow-bow (or Lady Dorris) shrieked. Could he be a girl? A painter? $100 was dropped on the table by Dembow-bow. He ran away.
Mr.Dembow-bow took down the pictures. He felt relieved. After that, the party went on nicely and all was very well. Continue reading “Dembow-bow choose-your-story! (WAAAAAAAY better version!)”