Stink and Ink were walking down Sunset Boulevard in Hollywood. CRASH! Stink bumped into a pole.
“Are you hurt Stink?” Ink said, eating the rest of Stink’s chocolate.
“No and take your filthy hands off of my chocolate,” Stink said, trying to steal the chocolate back.
“Do you think we should visit our parents?”
“Sure,” Ink said, “but we should prepare one question to annoy them, and why are you changing the subject? Ink bit her fingernails as if they were chocolate.
“No reason,” said Stink.
“Because we killed them, remember?”
“Oh right, I had forgot.” Ink said.
“Ink, don’t be so stupid. We can get our answers to where we were born from Aunt Pink and Uncle Think.”
“Okay, but when do we go?”
“Yes, right now,” said Ink.
Stink and Ink’s Aunt Pink and Uncle Think lived in a pink house because Aunt Pink loves the color pink.
Bam! Bam! Bam!
“Now who in the world would that be?” Aunt Pink said. “Don’t come in.”
“Too bad,” Stink said. “Let us come in or I’ll break down the door.”
Aunt Pink opened the door.
“Hi,” Stink said, licking his fingers, ignoring Aunt Pink.
“Hello,” Ink said.
“You two again?” Aunt Pink said.
“Where’s Uncle Think,” Ink asked.
“I’m coming,” Uncle Think said from upstairs.
“We got one questions to ask the both of you,” Stink said.
“Ask away,” Uncle Think said.
“Can you tell us why we were named Stink and Ink?” Ink asked.
“Well, Stink was born with an odor and Ink was born covered in dark slime.”
“Thanks for your time, bye,” Stink said as he walked to the door.
“Wait,” Uncle Think said.
“What?” said Stink.
“We saw a poster outside. Maybe you could use it,” Uncle Think said.
“What for?” said Stink.
“Because if you had the 500k award you might share it with us,” Aunt Pink said.
“Why should we share it with you?” Ink said.
“Because we’re the ones who showed you the poster,” Aunt Pink said.
“Sure,” Stink said but he crossed his fingers.
“Thanks for all your time,” Stink said.
“Bye,” Ink said.
The twins headed down Melrose Avenue.
“That wasn’t annoying at all.”
“What wasn’t annoying?” said Stink.
“That whole interaction,” said Ink.
“Whatever,” said Stink.
“Let’s get out of here.”
As stink and Ink walked home, Spy Master did his business next to a nearby bush.
“Ink, how would you like to become a boy?” Spy Master asked. “But only for a week.”
“No,” Ink said. “Boys are so disgusting, they don’t care about fashion. But, it does sound interesting. When can I start?”
“After you finish your new mission,” Spy Master said. “Which is to soak Jasion in toilet water. He has become the Flaming
Sorcerer of Death.”
“The cops are offering $500K for his capture,” Said Ink.
“Forget about the cops,” the Spy Master said. “You work for me.”
“We understand,” Stink said. “But why toilet water?”
“I just want to be mean he to him,” Spy Master said. “So I’ll just present you with two fully filled toilet water guns.” The Spy Master pulled the guns from his coat pocket and handed them to the twins.
“That brand is way old,” Ink said. “You should get in fashion.”
“Two machine guns,” Stink said.
“Only water guns,” Spy Master said.
“What else have you got?” Ink said.
“The new and improved water gun,” Spy Master read off of the package. “Water gun, sprays out water rapidly and can carry three bottles of water to spray at a time. Caution: The gun’s weakness is chocolate. It will clog.”
“But Ink doesn’t get to be a boy,” Spy Master said.
“Fine, but we get new spy suits and all the accessories because ours are falling apart,” Stink said. “Or we’ll quit.”
“Well none of my business,” Spy Master said. “But you better not quit or I’ll hire Jasion to kill you.” he said, bluffing.
“Fine then deal with Jasion yourself,” Ink said to Stink.
“Oh no or I’ll take your spy ID,” Spy Master said. “Yes,” Spy Master said sarcastically.
“Give us new suits first,” Ink said, trying to grab a chocolate bar from Spy Master’s pocket.
The twins went to the hospital and stole some needles. They needed them to drug the Spy Master. It would be best if he were unconscious for their mission. They took the bus from the hospital to the Spy Master’s lab. They shot the Spy Master while he was not looking and he fell out of his chair. His mask fell off. It was actually Jasion. Stink and Ink took out their cameras and snapped a few pictures of the flaming sword and ran.
“Why are we running?” Stink said. “We have water to spray at the flame sword.” They ran back and sprayed water at Jasion’s flaming sword. “Now to the police.”
“What is the number again?”
“I think it’s 311,” Ink said.
Stink took out his cell phone and dialed 311.
“Hello MUNI service,” a man said.
“Um… sorry wrong call,” Stink said.
Next he dialed 111, 211, 411, 611, 711, 811, and 911.
“Hello police, may I help you,” a man said.
“Yes,” Stink said. “I got Jasion and the legendary flaming sword but they’re drenched in toilet water, now give us the money on the poster.”
The poster pictured the flaming sword and Jasion picking his nose. It offered a 500k reward for his capture.
“I’ll give you the money if you slice Jasion’s head off,” the man said.
“Ok,” Stink said. “Wait, but I don’t have a knife. So I’m going to drag him to the station.”
One minute later…
“How’d you get here so fast?” the man said.
“We were next door,” Ink said. “Our money?”
“Here,” the man said, handing over several stacks of cash.
Ink counted the money. “It’s only $499, 999. You’re missing a dollar.”
“Fine, we’ll just turn him into the Fire Department.”
“Fine, here’s your dollar,” said the man.
Stink turned to Ink. “Give him Jasion.”
“Here,” Ink said.
Aunt Pink and Uncle Think were at home waiting for Stink and Ink to come back and give them some of the reward money.
“Where are they?” Aunt Pink said.
Stink and Ink left the Police Department and wandered down a street. They weren’t paying attention to where they were going.
“Where are we going?” Stink said.
“To Aunt Pink’s house,” Ink said.
“No, No, No,” said Stink.
“Why?” Ink said.
“Because I don’t want to share the money!” Stink said.
“But we’re here silly,” Ink said, laughing.
They stood in front of the big pink house.
“Hello children,” Uncle Think said. “Where is my money?” He stared at their hands.
“Hi! Aren’t you going to invite us in first?” Stink said.
“No! We want the money right now!” Uncle Think said. Aunt Pink walked to the door.
“So where is my money?” Aunt Pink said.
“How do you know if we have it?” Stink said.
“Well, the internet says that you and Ink just captured Jasion and the flame sword!” Aunt Pink said.
“So where is my money?”
“Hey, don’t talk like that,” Uncle Think said.
“Are you talking to me?” Aunt Pink said.
“Yes,” Uncle Think Said.
While Aunt Pink and Uncle Think argued, Stink and Ink stood there looking.
“Should we leave?” Stink said.
“I guess so,” Ink said and turned toward the door.
About the Authors
Hey my name is Holly. I am 11 years old. I live with my mom, dad, and brother. I like to chat with my friends online. I am good at many things such as making people laugh and running. I want to be good at reading someday. I want to be a photographer when I grow up. I am different from other kids because I laugh a lot during class time. One thing I wonder is, why do zebras have to be black and white? If I were a food I would be chocolate because it makes me crazy. I’m starting middle school soon. I hope I’ll get use to my new school. I am also the author of The Time I Went to the Hospital, The Spy Twins, Spy Master’s Death, and this post about our class mural.
Hi my name is Linda and I am 10 years old. I live with my mom, dad, my sisters Lena and Lara and my brother. I like to draw, read and talk with my friends. I am good at spelling and reading. I want to be good at drawing and writing. I want to be a teacher when I grow up. I am different from other kids because I am the only one with braces in Room 2. The thing that confuses me is the reason people have war. If I were I planet I would be Pluto because I like cold weather. I hope I can make as many new friends in middle school as I did in Room 2.