|The Brown Twins and The Giggle Machine
Author: VanG Ziggy ZA PM
Twin children living with their invetor uncle find out that when you go looking through your uncle's things, you may not find it so funnyRated: Fiction K - English - Words: 1,570 - Reviews: 3 - Published: 02-24-06 - id: 2119899
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THE BROWN TWINS AND THE GIGGLE MACHINE
Ziggy's Corner: This is one of my first attempts, though not the first, at writing a children's story. I hope I do well. I do plan on making more stories with these characters, but only if this story does well, so please read and review and let me know how I did. Thank you.
The Brown children were twins of a very curious nature. The brother, Irwin, was just three seconds older than his sister, Kimberly, and like most boys at eight years old, liked to tease her about it. A lot! He was also full of spirit, and liked playing baseball, and reading his comics when he came home from school. He had brown hair, and freckles on his face. His eyes were brown, just like his name, and his shoes were always untied.
Kimberly was just like any girl her age, and liked playing with her friends, and with her large collection of dolls from around the world. Her hair was as yellow as straw, and her eyes were even browner than her brother's. Kimberly liked to wear pony-tails, but at the end of the day, it always seemed to come undone for one reason or another.
Both children loved to joke, and loved to laugh. And both of them were always getting into some kind of trouble at some point. One time Irwin got in trouble for giving their teacher a fake apple with a rubber worm. Another time Kimberly got into trouble for letting their class' pet mice out of the cage to run around. They were not bad kids, but they had trouble listening to their teacher, and really had trouble listening to their uncle.
The twins had been raised by their loving uncle for two years, when their parents mysteriously disappeared one day. He heard a knock on his door, and when he opened it, there they were, without mom or dad. A note said that they would return, but to take care of the twins with tender loving care, and lots of laughter. That was not hard for their uncle, for he was a very good man, and was an inventor. He was constantly making things for people to be happy.
One day the twins heard banging and crashing coming from their basement. They knew that their uncle worked there, and kept his best inventions down there, until he was ready to show them to the world. It was also where he built them very fine toys and games, to amuse themselves with. And where he made most of their school lunches for the next day too.
Irwin and Kimberly knew that Uncle Bink did not like them to come down to the basement. Their curiosity always got the better of them, and sometimes, without meaning to, they would break an invention. Uncle Bink would just sigh, and scold them, and then read them a funny story, sending them off to bed. He was never harsh, and he never spanked them for he knew they really meant no harm.
But on this day, the banging and crashing, hissing and blowing, booming, and zooming sounds were too tempting to stay away from. Slowly the twins crept up to the large brown door of the old brown house, and put their ears on it. They waited for a few minutes, and then nodded to each other.
"Let's go in," Irwin said.
"But Uncle Bink doesn't like us to go into the basement," Kimberly cried. "We always seem to get into trouble."
"I'm sure its okay," Irwin said. "What if he has gotten hurt? What if he needs us to help him with something?"
The twins heard heavy chuckling, and they looked up to see their uncle. Uncle Bink was not an old man, and he was not a young man. His hair was red, like fire, and his eyes were brown, like theirs. He wore large glasses, and had a big mustache on his lips.
"And what if he catches you two by the door?" he laughed. He could see that they felt bad, so he sighed and patted them on their heads. "Well," he said. "I suppose it can't hurt for you to see what I've made."
He lead them down the large, dark stairs, and into his inventing room. There in the middle of the room was a tall yellow box, no bigger than them. It had four kinds of buttons, each a different color, and a small screen, that made it look like a television.
"This is my Giggle Machine," he said. "When people are sad, and need to laugh, all they have to do, is push one of these buttons."
"And then what happens?" the twins asked excitedly.
"It should do things to make them laugh," Uncle Bink said. "But I haven't tested it yet. It's too late in the evening, and I have to make dinner for us."
"Could we help you work it?" Kimberly asked.
"No, I don't think so. When I've completed it, maybe," he said with a chuckle. He patted their heads and lead them back the stairs. "Now, let's all go have some dinner."
But as the twins laid in their beds at night, listening to their uncle snore, and his kitten purr, they began to grow curious. Uncle Bink worked so hard to make them happy, wouldn't be nice to do something to make him happy? So off they crept, down to the basement, and into the inventing room.
"How do you think it starts?" Irwin asked.
"Well, let's just push a button and find out," Kimberly said. And she reached over and turned a little green circle.
All at once the room lit up with different colored lights, and soft music played. The twins looked at each other, scared at first. And then Irwin smiled. And when he smiled, Kimberly grinned, and then they laughed. They laughed, dancing to the music, and the warm lights that circled around them. And just as it had started, the Giggle Machine turned off the music and the lights.
"That was neat!" cried Kimberly.
"Let's try another one!" cried Irwin, and he pushed a red switch and the television screen flashed on. The twins were scared again for a moment. Then they began giggling and laughing as a funny cartoon show with a silly clown appeared. They watched the show, and laughed until the show ended.
"That was pretty good," Irwin said.
"I'm going to pull this purple stick," Kimberly said. She did, and a funny voice came from the box, telling them funny jokes, and asking silly riddles. The twins were rolling on the floor with laughter, and sighed when the jokes ended.
"I guess there's only one button left to push," Irwin said.
"I guess so," Kimberly said with a wide smile. The twins looked at the small orange square and decided to push it together. But when they did, nothing happened. They blinked, and pushed it again, and again.
"It must be broken," Irwin said.
"Yeah," Kimberly said sadly. They turned away began to walk to the stairs, when suddenly the Giggle Machine squeaked like a mouse, and lots of robot hands reached out and grabbed their arms and legs, holding them down. Then even more hands came out, and took of their slippers, and a few more came out holding feathers.
"Hey wait!" Irwin shouted.
"No!" Kimberly howled.
Too late. The robot hands quickly began tickling them, from their noses, to their toes. Under their arms, and on their knees. They tickled their ribs and their stomachs, and their ears. The robot hands tickled them everywhere, and didn't seem to stop.
"Help!" Kimberly shouted, wiggling and giggling, as feathers tickled her ears.
"Uncle Bink!" laughed Irwin as robot hands tickled his sides.
Their uncle heard their cries, and rushed to help. Seeing that the hands would not stop tickling, he turned to the power cord and pulled it out. Then he turned to them and frowned as the hands pulled back into the box.
"Didn't I warn you two that the Giggle Machine wasn't ready to be tested yet?" He looked mad, and tapped a foot as he waited for them to say something.
"Sorry, Uncle Bink," Irwin said.
"We just wanted to help," Kimberly sobbed.
Uncle Bink stood there and sighed and then a smile came across his face. Then he laughed and patted them on their heads. "Well, at least you didn't break anything this time. Why don't we go back up and get back to sleep." His eyes twinkled and he grinned, "Then when you two come home tomorrow, you can clean the garage and pick up your room."
The twins groaned, as they walked up the stairs to go to their room. Uncle Bink was never harsh with them; he never spanked them, for he knew that they did not really mean anything bad. But that didn't mean Uncle Bink never punished them. Curiosity may have killed the cat, but for the Brown twins, it caused chores.
Okay, how was it? I hope anyone who read this enjoyed it. If I get enough reviews I'll post a second story, a sequel to this story. Anyway thanks again.