Jojo's Problem Everything was well in Whoville, not a thing out of place.
But somewhere in Whoville, there was a sad face.
Who could be so sad, so blue?
Why, it was Jojo, the very sensitive Who.
Jojo sat on his bed in his room. He was on the brink of crying, until one of his 96 sisters came into the room.
Jojo! Dad wants you! It was Holly; she had pink hair, pink clothes with a white fur collar and white fur at the end of her sleeves, and pink everything. She was the total opposite of Jojo right now.
What? Jojo looked at her and got up from the bed. She was a little taller than him. Then again, everyone is taller than Jojo.
Dad wants to see you, and have you been crying? Holly saw Jojos sad face.
Not yet. Jojo whispered to himself as he glumly walked out of his room. Holly skipped behind him.
Do you think Jojos in trouble?
Attack of the WerewhoAttack of the WerewhoAttack of the Werewho7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was a normal autumn night in the McDodd household when the phone rang.
I got it! Ned announced, rushing into the living room to answer the caller. He picked up the phone and with a calm, professional sounding tone answered, McDodd residence, Mayor McDodd speaking.
Ned yelped in surprise and jumped back, accidentally dropping the phone. The lisped voice continued to speak loudly and eagerly. Thank goodness youre home, Mayor! You wouldnt believe what Ive discovered just now!
Ned could make out every word, even with his ear dangerously close to becoming deaf. He rubbed his inner ear and picked up the phone he dropped from shock. What is it, Dr. Larue?
Ever since Ned had told her about Horton an
JoJo: Who Could Tell?Who Could Tell?JoJo: Who Could Tell?7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
In the little world of Whoville there are many different Whos with unique personalities and stories. The Mayor was the head of the town, thus explaining his title. For that Mayor had ninety-six daughters and one son named JoJo. He among the other ninety-six girls was the oldest. Despite him being the eldest of the girls, he was the smallest Who in Whoville and perhaps the quietest. He would never be caught with his vocals vibrating with words, for he kept bottled up in his life, not sparing a sound. He may be the most silent Who of them all. He felt enclosed with his father and felt that if he said a thing, he could make their whole world fall. For that little Who thought he could let his old man down for a everything he said. So he kept to himself, no who knowing what he could possibly be feeling. Was he really silenced because of his dad? Or was it the feeling everyone around him was too crazy to understand him? The questions could roll on, but then we wouldn't
Freaky Whosday - section oneThe tiny door within the big door opened wide as the tiny black and gray who Jojo walked in carrying his treasures of knick knacks and junk. Daylight outside streamed through the tiny doorway to highlight the large creation of music creators and noisemakers. The little who made this large observatory into a music box for years, in secrecy, but now with great joy as his father was proud. Jojos face lit up with a smile, showing the great joy of his work.Freaky Whosday - section one7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Jojo took a few small steps onto the observatory deck before dropping the armful of junk onto the floor. Within the loud clang of metal, a small significant object rolled out of sight. It was the horn that the Mayor, Jojos father, used to talk to Horton many months ago. Now with their friendly elephant gone, and the speck safely secure on a sunflower atop of Mt. Nool, Mayor thought it would be an honorable present to give Jojo the horn that he used to give the
HHaW: Surely We Can ChangeThe little footsteps walked up the abandoned narrow path and opened up the secret door to the abandoned space Jojo had claimed as his haven. Jojo closed the door behind him and began to turn on the dim work lights, slowly yet gradually illuminating his work that he crafted in secrecy, a work that he believed no one would understand. It seemed no one would ever understand, and it was a hurt that he wished to lock out.HHaW: Surely We Can Change7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
But it was not locked out for long, as a gentle wind brushed against the small hidden door of the observatory and slowly cracked it open. Shivering from the cool creeping inside, Jojo mumbled as he walked over to close the door again. His fingers slipped and the door opened wide instead.
It seemed almost serendipitous that Jojo would be looking down on WhoVille at that very moment. He never looked back from here before, or at least at this spot to see his house from here. Jojo could faintly see light out his
Attack of the Werewho Ch. 2Chapter 2Attack of the Werewho Ch. 27 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Ned peaked into the door to Dr. Larues laboratory. She stood before a desk, staring at a Petri disk through a microscope. Her safety goggles sat on her head and her mouth was covered by surgical mask. Her gloved hands rotated through the magnifying lenses of the microscope as if she had found something.
Ned opened the door a bit wider. Dr. Larue?
The young scientist glanced up from her work. Oh, Mayor. Come in, I was just looking at some blood samples.
Blood samples? Ned walked toward the microscope and leaned toward the Petri disk. Of the ticks?
Dont breathe on it! she spat.
Ned yanked his face away from the disk and held in his breath with his hands.
Yes, of the ticks, Dr. Larue answer
Jojo's Problem Pt. 2 It was Monday in August, and all through the house,Jojo's Problem Pt. 27 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Jojo was scurrying, faster than a mouse,
He wanted to get ready, for his brand new friend
And he wondered about a new fashion trend.
Jojo, you need to wear brighter colors! Holly was saying while Jojo scrambled to the front door. They both had backpacks on their backs. Jojo had a black mesh one, and Holly had a pink mesh one. Of course.
I think she already noticed the pinkness in my cheeks when she saw me looking at her. Jojo said, opening the door.
Listen, I know all about girls. I told you that yesterday. Holly followed Jojo outside where they would walk to school together. Jojo always walked alone, but this time is different. Way different.
But Holly was right. It was only yesterday when the girl first looked at Jojo.
Well just tell me what to say and do, Jojo
Talking Without WordsJojo sat there, boredom written on his face as he poked at the breakfast in front of him. All around him, his sisters (all ninty-six of them) chatted about anything and nothing. He sighed lightly, leaning back and crossing his arms. He wasn't hungry, one of the only ones in his family that didn't eat in the morning. His sisters gave him weird looks but he was too used to it to care.Talking Without Words7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
His chair moved and he rolled his eyes. Great, it was his turn to 'speak' with his Dad. Don't get him wrong, Jojo loved his Dad. But the man always talked about how he wanted him to be the next Mayor. He didn't understand that he didn't want to be the Mayor. He liked being a regular person in the town, he wanted to make music. Not be in charge.
"Jojo!" the Mayor greeted happily, smiling widely and arms thrown into the air.
Jojo didn't say anything, as usual. He wonder if he'd lose the ability to talk if he kept this up, but the thought was out of his mind as his Dad tried to get him to talk. It wouldn't wor