Pretty recent in A Galaxy Close By: How it began, I do not even know where to start. Well, a while ago king Jimbo the first almighty attacked. He gave birth to Jimbo the second and Jimbo the third. They were monsters. They tore apart couches, ripped out all the fluff, and played video games like pigs. One day Sally came by and married King Jimbo the first. I am Baby walker, not King Jimbo the First, I am a baby with A walker. I am in war With Jimbo the second And Jimbo the third. I will attack tomorrow. When I woke up, I got out of bed and went there.

I got ready to fight him. “Looks like Jimbo the second has been biting his couch?” I ask.

“Oh No, not you again” Growled King Jimbo the first angrily. I get my walker ready; I am only 3 but I can handle him easily. He is obviously stuffed from eating all the fluff out of the couch. Couches are a gourmet food in this galaxy. Jimbo the second started nibbling on my foot while Jimbo the third nibbled my other foot because they are kids. It tickled me but I knew it was a distraction. I dipped my feet in their pool so they would fall off. Then I flew over to King Jimbo the first and smacked him in the face with my walker. His face got all wrinkly, so I went for an uppercut and hit him on the chin. “YOWCHERS!” he Screamed in pain, I chuckled and stepped on his couch with victory. But then I got kicked. I looked at Who kicked me, and I could not believe my eyes.

It was my dad, back with the milk! “RUN!” yelled Jimbo the second. I took out a baseball bat from my pocket, then I hit him on the head with the baseball bat and he started screaming.

“Homerun!” I Yelled as I ran. King Jimbo was not happy. Suddenly, my dad rolled them into a ball and shoved them. They started rolling down the hill their house was on. They fell into the Grand Canyon and my dad, and I followed them. Once we reached the bottom they were in a knot, struggling to escape. I laughed at them and tried to walk away but I got stopped in my tracks immediately by my dad who poured milk on my head. We started laughing and walked away but then saw a boxer running towards us with his fists ready. We tried to run away but the Jimbo ball tripped us. We looked behind ourselves and saw the boxer

“HERE’S JOHNNY!” He Screamed, laughing maniacally.

I stood still with fear. How could I defend myself? There was only one good option. I flew headfirst at him and punched him in the face. “Impressive for a baby.” He muttered. I kicked him in the leg with all my power. He screamed in pain loudly, and I asked him who he was. “I am King Jimbo the original!” He Yelled angrily. I gasped. It could not be true. I started to panic as I realized the truth. King Jimbo was not the first. I started comforting him and asked him how he was so buff even though he was a Jimbo. He said he was abandoned after he made King Jimbo the first. I was in shock. We walked over to Jimbo.

“Looks like you have some explaining to do, King Jimbo the FIRST.” I yelled. He chuckled like a jerk and began to tell me what happened.

I listened to the story. “It all began one day when I was going to my anonymous cousin’s house, they were nice, and they welcomed me.” Said King Jimbo not the first. “I had a pleasant time until he came along.” He began to raise his voice. “HE BULLIED ME, HE YELLED AT ME, AND TOLD ME WHAT TO DO!” He screamed

“But I am a changed man now-” began the boxer, but king Jimbo did not let that slide. He kicked the boxer, lunged at him, and worst, He started eating a couch. I did not know what to do. Suddenly, my dad came by and poured milk on king Jimbo the not-so-first and then walked away. I headed back to king Jimbo the not-so-first and began what I should have done from the start. He started laughing at me and asked how I of all people could defeat him.

I got so mad at King Jimbo for what he did that I slapped him in the face. “THAT is for king Jimbo the original” I slapped him again. “THAT is for king Jimbo the original’s sanity!” I grabbed him and threw him at Jimbo the second, who was eating a couch as usual. Jimbo the third Started nibbling on my toes so I grabbed him and threw him 20 feet away and he flew over the house. A few seconds later I saw an explosion and the nuclear power plant started falling apart as Jimbo the third Grew massive and started punching everything in sight, it was destruction, pieces of buildings flying everywhere. A bunch of random spotlights started shining everywhere. Music started playing. This was the showdown. I cracked my knuckles. Got my black headband on and I was ready. “ROCK AND ROLL!” I yelled. I lunged at Jimbo the third, tackled him to the ground, then punched him in the face only to smack him down, and he fell back into the Grand Canyon as I tangled him up with the other Jimbos. That was not even my full potential. He finally fought back by punching me in the face. It hurt bad, but not bad enough. I eventually Grabbed my dad by his wrist and threw him at Jimbo the second. I yelled “YEAH” in triumph and blew my air horn. The Jimbo family was defeated after all, and I won. Or so I thought…