RIGBY
So now there are things falling from the tree, toppling and cracking through branches. The ghost could try to discern what they were, one of the UFO’s was headed his way- but he’d much rather get a head start on all the losers who preferred to stop and watch the mysteries twinkle. He wasn’t one for optimism, and if they turned out to be bombs instead of shiny gifts, he’d be at the top to watch the fireworks.
Rigby scrambled closer to the trunk, out of the way of snapping and prodding branches that yanked at his clothing. A small thorny twig knicked his cheek as he tried to continue up the tree, avoiding any unknown treats or tricks.
Rigby dodges!
Rigby scrambled closer to the trunk, out of the way of snapping and prodding branches that yanked at his clothing. A small thorny twig knicked his cheek as he tried to continue up the tree, avoiding any unknown treats or tricks.
Rigby dodges!
when i grow up i wanna be
nothing at all
nothing at all
