Umm... Woops

The two men stood tall, both looking proudly onto what they had just done.

"Are you sure that was a good idea?" the first man, Chris, said.

"Of course!" the second man, Mike, replied.

"I'm not sure. Maybe we did it wrong."

"How could we do it wrong? We got the right ending yeah?"

"The boss did say he wanted this. It's just how we got here I'm a bit worried about."

"I don't think that matters!"

They both looked down onto the blackened surface.

"I really think we did it wrong."

"I'll check." Mike lifted up his phone and dialled a number quickly. He listened to the voice on the other end of the line giving a relatively short list of instructions.

Mike slapped Chris across the face.

"You idiot!"


"We were supposed to use a toaster!"

The two men looked down onto the burnt piece of toast.

"Not the bonfire then?" Chris asked innocently. Mike shook his head.

"Nor the tanning lamp, lighter or fireworks."

They turned to see the pile of destroyed slices of bread. Chris picked up one particular failed attempt.

"I thought the rocket worked quite well actually." As he spoke he held the charred piece of bread in front of his face. There was a hole in the middle where the explosive device had gone through. He smile weakly.

"So we use the toaster this time."

"We're out of bread." Chris said helpfully. "And we haven't got time to go out and get any."

"Oh. Woops."

The End

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