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Max Kile 7-8 B Mr. Mertz The DISH, The DIPO, And The DISV

“We have to stop him and by ‘we’ I mean you.” Bill said. Bill was lazy and always made me do all the work. "But how?” I asked. “ I don’t know. You figure it out.” Like I said, lazy. There was a cruise ship that sunk five year ago and Bill, Joe, and I had been the only survivors. Bill became the DIPO [deserted island police officer]. Joe and I had a fight over who would be the DISH [deserted island super hero] and I won. Joe then became the DISV [deserted island super villain] and had been trying to take over the island since. He usually tries to take it over with a vast array of bombs, but I always stop him. I grumbled as I walked back to my secret treetop lair. I climbed the robe ladder and thought about how I would stop Joe and his new coconut-atomic-plasma-bomb-of-doom. Maybe I could disarm it, but Joe would find a way that doesn’t allow you to disarm it. I could bury it, but Joe would find a way to make the explosion come out of the ground. Suddenly Joe’s face appeared on my monitor screen. “What do you want?” I asked with a deep rage. “I just wanted to say if you don’t give up your place as DISH poor Bill will be swimmin’ with the fishes.” “Bill! How did you capture him?!?!” I exclaimed. “Oh, it was easy really. I asked him if he could ‘break in’ my new sofa. Little did he know the sofa was stone and in a jail cell.” “Fine,” I sighed, “ but meet me at the tallest palm tree and bring the bomb. “Excellent.” Joe said. He let out a wicked grin that looked like it was held back for five years. I wonder why. Then the monitor turned black. I had no plan and I had to meet Joe at the tallest palm tree. I was doomed. Doomed. I couldn’t even save a weird bird [one of my previous failed missions] or stop a stampede of turtles [another failed mission]. Then I had a plan. A plan so brilliant I cannot tell you what it is. I left for the tree. I was waiting at the tallest palm tree. No sign of Joe. I was running over my brilliant plan when Joe jumped out of a bush with the bomb. “Well, Well, Well, if it isn’t the Dirty Dish.” Joe teased. “Where’s Bill?” I asked. “ He’s at home watching television.” Joe responded. “Give me the bomb.” I demanded. “ Tsk, Tsk, Tsk. Mind your manners Dirty Dish,” Joe snickered,” I will as soon as you say I’m the DISH.” “ Give me the bomb first.” I demanded. “Fine.” Joe said. As we made the pass off Joe pressed the detonate button. You could hear a robotic ‘ 60, 59, 58’ from the bomb. “Whoops.” Joe said sarcastically. I kicked him in the stomach and climbed up the tree. “49, 48, 47.” Said the bomb. When I got to the top the tree bent down to the ground. “29, 28, 27.”said the bomb. I carefully got off while still holding the tree down. “ 17, 16, 15.” came from the bomb. I let go of the tree. FFFFFFFFFFFFWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!! In the distance you could hear a faint ‘3, 2, 1, 0’. Then a big blue mushroom appeared in the sky. The island was safe. I scowled at Joe who was now lying in the sand from my kick. Now Joe is in the underground jail cell and all is well…for now……………