#c;barrelselick

[spacestitch]

Stitch was rolling down the street with the bag of food in his hands. He had already texted Barrel that he had just left the restaurant with their food. But this had to be the week that Nani had to borrow his Jeep for work and he had to rely on his skateboard to get around town. Stitch was already late picking up the food which made him even more late to their band practice. Finally coming up to the Selick house, Stitch screeched to a halt on their driveway. “Barrel! Dude, I’m here.” Stitch called out for his friend. “And I brought the food. You better come out here, the taco are getting cold.” @barrelselick

[spacestitch]

This was going to blow up in their faces, literally, or be the sickest thing they had ever done. Stitch and Barrel had found some left over fireworks and a golf club. They came up with the idea of wanting to hit a lit firework into the sky. It was possibly the best or the worst idea they had. They found a large empty parking lot to do this. “You made sure the camera is all set?” Stitch asked his friend getting his swing ready. They had to record them doing this or it never happened. "I can probably hit this thing all the way across. It’s going to go so far. You got the fireworks and lighter?” @barrelselick