Walmart: A Fictional Narrative

“Knock knock?” Harry asked. “Who’s there?” I asked.
“A killer clown!” yelled Harry.
“That wasn't funny at all,” I said.
Rosie Everlean, Harry Wilds, and I were on our way to Walmart despite it being 11:45 pm. “Harry, your jokes are about as funny as a fly,” Rosie exclaims.
“Oh yeah, well that’s not what your mom told me!” mocked Harry. “Guys, shut up!” I yelled as the two continued to argue. “She started it!” screamed Harry.
“Did not!” yelled Rosie. “You guys are not 12!” I yelled. “We are young adults, here!”. Finally, after what seemed like hours of these two bickering we had arrived at the Walmart. We came to Walmart to pick up a few groceries for our apartment. “Remember guys, we just need to pick up a few things,” I said casually.

As we strolled into the Walmart. I was the only one focused on what we were getting. These two knuckleheads went looking for something to shoplift and vandalize. I grab a shopping cart and a coupon pamphlets. “Oooh, buy one, get one free for all Snickers bars,” I said. “Snickers?!” “Did someone say Snickers?!” Harry asked with excitement.
Harry began to breathe heavily and sweat a little. Rosie let out a long sigh. “You’re a pig,”

Harry goes for an NBA trash can shot with his empty cup, but misses, and hits one of the St. Jude's Hospitals pictures. One of the employees notices the vandalism and alerts his manager. Ronald McDonald himself bolts out of the kitchen door with his full chef wardrobe and spatula in hand and screams “HEY!!!!” “Is that… Ronald McDonald?” Rosie questioned.
“I SEE YOU GUYS LIKE PLAYING GAMES!” Ronald screams, “LET'S PLAY A GAME!!!” he screamed. I stood paralyzed with the shock of seeing him… Ronald