A Who in the Jungle of Nool!?
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It was just another normal day for the Mayor of Whoville. He goes thought the days thinking about the past events that had occurred not too long ago.  He often wished that he could meet Horton in person so that he could formally thank him for his valuer and courage. Little did he know that his wish would soon come true.
As he sat in his office twiddling his thumbs, just waiting for something to happen, when Miss Yelp's voice came ringing thought the intercom on the Mayors desk. Startled by the sudden interruption of his thumb twiddlingness he had slipped out of his chair and did a face plant on the floor. His eyes became tearful as he pulled himself up to his desk and asked for Miss Yelp to repeat herself.
“I said: Your son is here to see you.” She said with her usual tone that she used when she was talking to the Mayor.
“Ah, yes send him in, please.” He smiled as he whipped the tears from his eyes. He was very surprised that JoJo was here to see him; given the fact that JoJo had never set foot in in his office— Let alone City Hall.  He walked over to the door watched as his son come walking thought door, trying to remain as quiet as he could. Because even though JoJo had found his voice he still found it best not to talk much—After all, he was speechless for years.
“Hey JoJo!” Ned greeted his son with a fatherly hug, “So what-is-up?” He asked, thinking if that was the lingo that the children were using these days.
JoJo began to stutter as he tried to form the words that he was thinking, “I-I have something to show you Dad.” He smiled as he grabbed his fathers hand and began to lead him out the door.
“Whoa, hold it right there, JoJo” Ned declared as he dug the balls of his heels into the floor, “I'm still working so I can't leave right now. Can't this wait until I'm done?” JoJo frowned as he heard his father say this. The Mayor had a feeling that whatever it was it couldn't wait just a few more hours for him to finish his Mayoral duty. Ned sighed, “Alright, I can leave a bit early I guess.” He smiled as he walked out of his office and into the waiting room where he told Miss Yelp that he was taking off early and that she could leave as well.

As he and JoJo walked down the busy streets of Whoville, Ned decided that it was time that he talked to his son about the upcoming plans for the new and improved Whosentinial. “So, JoJo!” he paused and waited for JoJo to make some sort of response. His son looked up at his father with a puzzled look on his face. Ned smiled, “I wanted to talk to you about the new edible parade,” he paused once more and watched as his son began to look at the floor with a sulking look on his face, “No, no it has nothing to do with you being Mayor, so don't worry. I just wanted to know if you wanted to sit on top of the giant meatball with your old man.” Ned grinned and waited.
“Um...No thanks, Dad.” He replied with a frown on his face.
“Aw, come on JoJo! It'll be fun! After all, you did help save Whoville too. I just thought that you deserved some credit and glory, too.”
“I still don't want to...Everyone will...Stare at me!”
“That's the pony!” The Mayor stopped and went though what he had said in his mind. JoJo looked up at his Dad with a rather strange look on his face, as if it was saying 'omgwtfbbq'. Ned blushed and tried to loosen his tie, “I-I mean: That's the POINT! Not pony. I have NO idea where that came from.” he coughed, “Now, as I was saying...You don't need to worry about everyone staring at you, I mean a boy your age should...Um...Want attention from Female Whos.” He placed his hand on his sons shoulder and began to ramble on about the birds and the bees. JoJo just sulked and paid no mind to his father and his “wise” teachings. By the time Ned was finished, he and JoJo had finally reached the outskirts of Whoville and to the old observatory. “So, will you be showing me a new instrument that you built, son?” he asked.
“No, it's far from that, Dad.” JoJo quickly grabbed his fathers hand and dragged him into the little bucket elevator with him, although he had to hold for dear life just so he could stay in the bucket. As JoJo opened the umbrella and began to move (very slowly do to the extra weight) Ned could feel his grip getting looser and looser as the since of vertigo began to set in. JoJo looked over at his dad and notice that he was loosing himself and lightly elbowed the Mayors stomach, “Dad...try not to slip.”

Rofl rofl. Not completed. =(



Disclaimer: Alright, I probably know what your thinking “This was the worst piece of crap that I've EVER read” and your right. This “ROFL Fic” as I call them, was purely meant for laughs. Bad grammar, poor spelling, the works. I created this to make fun of some of the horrid fan fics that I have read on both DA and FanFiction.net. Now, if I happened to reference your story please don't get mad at me. >=/