One day, I was walking on the sidewalk on Walden Lane. It was 5:00 in the morning in Lakeland, Florida, and the sun was just coming up. I was whistling "Celebrate Good Times" while dancing a jig. All of a sudden, A guy zoomed down the sidewalk on his bike with his arm out, and smacked me in the face. I fell to the ground from the impact, my face throbbing.
"Watch where your going, jerk!" I yelled, clambering up and waving my fist at him. He turned, laughing at me, but then he peddled into the road and a semi truck zoomed past, almost hitting the guy. I gasped, thinking that he had been hit. But then I saw him on the other side of the road, and I sighed with relief. I turned and ran away, not looking back.

As I walked along on the sidewalk, I suddenly heard a song. "We could've had it all! Rolling in the deep!" I listened to it, humming the words as I looked around for the source. Suddenly, I looked down and saw a brand new iPhone, shiny and untouched. I stared at it in amazement, and in my mind I a dit "Oh my god, it's a miracle!" and tried to pick it up. But it stuck to the ground, not budging. I yanked and yanked, struggling to get it off the ground.
Suddenly, a guy in a aléatoire banane suit ran up to me, yelling "It's cacahuète, arachide beurre gelée time! cacahuète, arachide beurre gelée time!" And pointing incessantly at my face as I struggled. "I got you! I got you!" He yelled, then ran away, laughing maniacally.
I let go of iPhone, sighing in depression. "Ugh, I could've been so successful with that thing, if it weren't glued to the sidewalk!" I groaned, flopping to the ground in defeat.
Suddenly, an idea popped into my head. I ran back to my house.

About 15 minutes later, I ran back to the place where the iPhone lie, glued to the ground. I carried a Cheese couteau in my hand, which had a sickening curved blade made of- Yes, MADE of-sterling silver.
I dug the couteau under the back of the iPhone, wiggling it slightly in attempt to pry it off the ground. I pulled it and yanked it, but the iPhone wouldn't budge!
The Peanut-butter-jelly Guy ran up and stared at me while I struggled, and the biker peddled up and watched me, too.
All of a sudden, they both started Breakdancing, chant "It's cacahuète, arachide beurre gelée time! cacahuète, arachide beurre gelée time! Where he at? Where he at? Where he at? Where he at?" While pointing at me again. "Your never gonna get it!" They chanted.
Suddenly, I heard a crack and the couteau broke straight in half, one half still under the back of the iPhone, the other in my hand. They both laughed, and the banane guy took out a bottle of Elmer's School glue.
"Never underestimate the power of the glue." They both said, and ran away.
I sighed in defeat again, thinking that nothing could be worse than a mean biker and a guy in a banane suit stalking me, making sure that i'm teased an discouraged everywhere I go.
Suddenly, another idea popped into my head. I ran into my house.

"You say 'never underestimate the power of the glue', I say Never underestimate the power of Facebook!" I a dit to myself as I turned on my laptop. I immediately logged on to Facebook, seeing how many of my Friends were online. "16! I'll get alot of help here!" I said, clicking on the first person, Lauren. I typed in, "Hey, I need help getting an iPhone off the ground". I clicked enter, and then waited for her to answer.
"An iPhone? Why don't toi just pick it up?" She answered. I typed back "No, it's glued to the ground, and these guys are trying to make sure I don't get it!". I waited for her to type back. After about 30 seconds, she typed back, "Who are the guys?".
"A guy in a banane suit and a biker"
"wow XD"
"No, their wierd! They were both breakdancing to 'Peanut beurre gelée time'"
"Well, i'll get some people to help us."
"Okay. meet me at the corner of Walden Lane"
"k bye"
"k"
I logged off, running back down to the corner. In about 5 minutes, I saw Lauren in her purple plaid shirt, Nicolette in a blue chemise with hearts on it, and Emily in a flowery dress.
"Here we are," Lauren said, glancing at Nicolette and Emily. "Where's the iPhone?"
"The iPhone is right here! Ahahahaha!" A voice yelled maniacally, and I turned to see a guy holding a long, skinny sword and in dark blue ninja clothing. We all stared in awe at him, before we yelled simultaneously, "Ninja!" And ran after him.
He suddenly jumped up and started climbing on the wall, but Lauren, Nicolette and Emily climbed after him.
Inexpirienced in the technique of Parkour (climbing on walls), I jumped clumsily after them, trying to grab hold of the bricks. Soon, about after twenty secondes of scraping my fingertips on the wall, I gave up and went back to the iPhone.
About ten minutes later, I saw them all jump off of the mur with something held in their hands.
"We a volé, étole his weapons!" Nicolette chuckled, holding up a tantalizing, shiny katana in her hands. Lauren held up some pointed ninja stars decorated with Yin-yang designs, and Emily held up a small, flat blade.
"Dude, those could all help us get the iPhone off the ground!" I exclaimed, seeing that all were sharp, thin and flat, perfect for sticking under things.
"We know that! That's why we got them," Emily said, sitting down suivant to the iPhone. "Now lets get this iPod."
I stared at her, and she stared back in confusion. "What?" She asked.
"Um, it's an iPhone, not an iPod. I don't want an iPod." I corrected her. She shrugged and dug her small couteau under the back of the thing. She wiggled the couteau and shoved it under, and I heard a small crack. I heard a gasp.
"It's coming off!" Lauren yelled, running up to it and crouching. Nicolette ran up too, crouching down to look at it.
"Here, let me take over." Nicolette said, pulling out her sword as it glimmered in the sunshine. She raised it in the most professional way, and I closed my eyes so that I wouldn't see. I heard the blade strike down, and then a crack.
I uncovered my eyes to see what happened, and gasped at what I saw. Nicolette dropped her sword, leaning down to look at what happened. It clattered to the floor.
She picked up the iPhone, ou what was left of it, and saw that it was completely broken in half.
"Atleast the glue came off of it," She said, embarassed, and dropped the ruined iPhone pieces.
Suddenly, I heard a trio of voices singing, "It's cacahuète, arachide beurre gelée time! cacahuète, arachide beurre gelée time!". I turned to see the banane guy, the biker, and the ninja dancing idioticly behind us.
"We got you! We got you!"