Sahils+historical+fiction

The Vietnam War: The True Story (or so I believe) “Huh, huh, huh,” SpongeBob and Patrick gasped for breath as they ran to Sandy’s tree dome for an urgent situation. Sandy did not verbalize; instead she clutched both by their arms and chucked them into her rocket. Inside, Mr. Poole, Clint Eastwood, Mr. Lothian, Squidward, and Mrs. Hewitt were waiting. This must have been important. Sandy typed in some numbers into a keypad which beeped frantically. Soon, the rocket soared; ripping through the deep sea on to dry land where the setting was dramatic… They were in Vietnam! A war (perhaps the Vietnam War) was taking place. People were drenched in blood on the floors, lying in their long, white (now red from blood) ropes known as Ao Dais which were traditional outfits during these times. People in camouflage suits with artillery and arsenal around their waistline fired bullets in to the air of Vietnam. Fire ate everything in its path, the dark clouds thundered over the battlefield, gunshots and explosions filled ears. The characters scrambled for cover in a tropical rainforest. They hid in a conveniently giant tree with wide, dark green leaves all cool and crisp and dripping fresh water from a downpour of rain which was still coming down fairly hard. The forest was filled with thick, humid fog and crickets chirped like whistles in the distance. A barrage of bullets snapped through the air, quick as thought and swift as an arrow. Sandy and Squidward were targeted and with great precision the projectile killed both with a vicious blow to the pre-frontal cortex. The remaining, living group scampered away hiding within the great depths of the deep rainforest. “Grr let’s get th…” SpongeBob started in his now rigid, manly, Brad Garrett like voice. He had been cut off by something happening to his left. Lothian was growling, screaming and roaring. He was growing into a massive beast with colossal muscles bulging and his height mounting. He turned a vibrant and animated green like a dark, ripe watermelon. Nobody was really surprised because they had seen Lothian do this before. When he gets very, very, mad (which is not often) he begins growing in order for people to suffer from something commonly known as the Lothian Wrath, using both verbal and physical torment. Lothian snickered, he knew now bullets would merely bounce off his chest, “Let’s make ‘em pay,” Lothian echoed into the cool cloudy day as he watched fire erupt and trees fall to the ground.  “We must develop a plan,” said Hewitt with a rather curious look.  “Yes,” began Poole, “in order to destroy the Vietcong, our enemies, we must have some sort of preparation.”  Communicating silently, the gang began collaborating and becoming organized. Patrick and Hewitt pulled out weapons from a big, black bag including 3 AK-47’s, a shotgun, booby traps, and bombs set to explode shortly. Poole looked to find where the enemy was located. He pulled out his Apple laptop, Apple iPhone, Apple iPod, his other Apple laptop, and his Apple apple. “It appears the Vietcong have assembled their unit about 20 yards from here.” As Poole elaborated on his fairly accurate interpretation of where the enemy was located, SpongeBob passed out weapons and then a shocking discovery was made. Clint Eastwood was gone… and nowhere to be found… The group set out and shortly found a group of Vietnamese huddled in a deep pit. Hewitt shot 4 of them with her shotgun and Lothian strangled two of them. Hewitt roared a loud, proud “Hahaha.” Poole’s iPhone received an update; the war was approaching an end. Only ten Vietnamese were left while the US only had the remaining group fighting left for them. But the really bad news was they were headed for an area filled with booby traps.  “We must stick together,” SpongeBob told the group.  “Yes, being captured by booby traps means sure death.” Patrick added on.  The group set out on foot, making a loud “plump” every time they stepped into the dark brown, thick mud forming as the dirt mixed with the icy cold rain on a dark day. As they walked they plotted carefully where the enemies using Patrick’s digital map. Lothian signaled for the group to stop using arm gestures. He pulled out a bomb, set it to explode in 25 seconds and threw it at a pair of Vietcong eating rice with soy sauce, which was a common food in Vietnam during these times. “Boom!” the bomb detonated and conflagration annihilated everything in the area. Suddenly in the distance, shrills of terror and begging cries of fear and mercy echoed into the air. And then, on que, gunshots and bright, orange inferno appeared bringing with them warmth that was chilled by the horror of the situation. Immediately, everyone felt a knot form in their stomachs, they knew TROUBLE WAS APPROACHING...   Suddenly, a flying unit of Vietnamese was sent in, it contained the remaining 4 Vietcong and if they spotted Poole, Lothian, SpongeBob, Hewitt, and Patrick, 1 bomb could end the war… in favor of Vietnam. “Oh no” said Hewitt now crying and trembling in fear “is this the end?” she questioned. “Ha, yeah right, we are two powerful to be defeated,” said Lothian with great confidence. The plane was right above the group now, and death seemed figuratively close. The group ran, but that only made it more obvious that they within the rainforest. The plane began to come downwards as if on purpose, but really it had been hit, and was still getting shot by something in the back, another plane! The plane was being controlled by… Clint Eastwood?! He had successfully piloted the jet while managing to destroy the other aircraft, and save the lives of the Bikini Bottom Bad Boys and help win the war. And although he did not say it so that the group could verbally hear it, every single soldier, from Mr. Poole, to SpongeBob, to the science teacher who transformed into the incredible hulk, knew in their heart, Clint Eastwood was saying in his low, deep, scary voice “Get off my lawn.”