The Yonky Doodle

Across town in a sleepy-looking old bungalow, the phone was ringing.

Ring, ring. Ring, ring. Ring ri--


"Carla!" Bob Yonky shrieked into the phone like a little kid with a new toy. "You'll never guess!"

Carla Simmons sighed. "What is it now, Bob? Did another raccoon break into your car?"

"No, this is great news. See, Susan and I got this lottery ticket, and--"

"Let me guess, Bob. You won the lottery."

"Yeah! How did you know?"

"What?! Really?! How much did you win? Like, five bucks?"

"Nope. Higher."




"Try $43,000,000."

"GET OUT!" Carla shrieked. "You're kidding me. You did not just win forty-three million dollars."

"Yup. Got the winning ticket right here. Susan called the state to claim our prize."

"God, Bob..." Carla twirled the phone cord around her index finger. As long as she could remember, her dream-big brother had been buying lottery tickets. But she'd never thought he'd actually win anything.

"Yep. Apparently the chances of winning are 5 times less likely than being killed in a vending machine accident."

Carla laughed. "Good to know. I'll have to start wearing a helmet and knee pads the next time I want a soda from Cosco's drink dispenser."

"And you know what I'm gonna do with the winnings?"

"I can't imagine."

"I'm going to finally live my dream, Carla! I'm going to paint the biggest mural in California!"

"Good for you, Bob."

"And you know what I'm going to call it?"


"The Yonky Doodle."

"Oh my."

"Yep. And guess what else, Carla!"

"Do I want to know?"

"You're going to help me! You and Susan."

"Oh God, Bob."

The End

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