Elliot’s new brother is a freak.
Hey! The name’s Elliott My life took a freaky turn after the parental units ditched the big city and dragged me and my sister to Warkworth. Have you heard of it? It was voted #1 city to retire in The Geriatric Post 3 times in a row. My folks had no idea how hard it would be to live in a town with only one EB Games. But home is where the heart is. At least that’s what my mom used to say.
Getting back to the freaky part – after we moved, my mom made a new buddy for me to hang with (yah that’s what I said – she MADE him) His name is Carl, Carl isn’t your normal “buddy” though. He’s like Einstein, Mr. T and SpongeBob rolled into one big toothy nutbar brother kind of buddy. My own personal “A-Team”.You kinda have to see him to believe him…
But man, trying to keep a 12 foot, 2 ton beast out of sight aint exactly kid’s stuff – especially when clips of your scaly sib keep popping up on Youtube. I’m an optimist though – hiding a T-Rex from the world couldn’t POSSIBLY be as hard as surviving Junior High, riiiight?