Frenchie and Nug

Introduction: Okay, so to start this off, this paper was a project for English that we had to do. It was basically supposed to be a conversation between two things. I say things and not people because for some reason and I don’t know why Kelly and I wanted to be a happy meal. No, we were not under the influence of anything. It’s just the way we are, weird. Kelly wrote the part of Frenchie and I wrote the part of nug. Anywho read this it’s pretty funny.

“Hey, Chicken McNugget! What’s up?”

“Call me Nug. What’ your name fry?”

“Just Fry. I’d rather call you ‘nugget’ though, okay?”

“Okay Frenchie,” replied the nugget.

“Are you worried at all?”

“About what?”

“You know, we’re in a Happy Meal, after all! Happy Meals get eaten!” exclaimed the fry.

“Hey, really! What toy’s down there?”

“I believe it is a ‘Furbie’.”

“Hey, cool! What’s it’s name?” asked the nugget.

“I have no idea. You chicken nuggets are really dense, aren’t you! I think you’re batch stayed in the deep fat fryer to long.”

“I think his name is Bob. Hey Bob, can you hear me down there?”

“Oh, shut up! Do you have A.D.D. or something? Don’t you realize the danger we’re in?” Fry asked.

“Oh, look, a hand! Bye, bye Frenchie.”

“Oh, if only I had been kinder to her,” Fry regretted. “Well I guess it’s just you and me, Bob.”