ZORB BALLS WITH WYATT M.
As we drive on the road, we see it: A big sign and a ball, saying Zorb. As we keep driving, we see people rolling down the hill in the balls. They keep rolling; they hop the fence and roll onto the road and get smashed by a car. Taylor and I think that's fun, so we talk about it at lunch. And after lunch, we head to the balls.
When we get to the place, Taylor and I change into our bathing suits, because there's water involved. After we get changed, we take a van up the mountain where the balls are stored. In the van, we were with other strangers who offered us candy. We went up the mountain to go in the balls, and we got dropped off at a lower point than some other people.
When we get out, we see none other than Mike Wazowski waiting for us. He told Taylor and me to get into separate balls and said once the gate opens, we can push the balls and we'd roll down the hill. He also filled the balls with water.
As the gate opens, Taylor and I push the balls down the hill. Taylor and I go off a massive jump and pull a 360 double front flip, and then 10 feet from each other, we kept rolling down the hill and absolutely demolished a worker there. I mean, that homie turned into Flat Stanley instantly. As we finally slow down to a stop, the workers open up a hole in the ball and Taylor and I slide out.
Taylor and I warm up a little bit, and then get on the van ride back up the hill. Taylor and I wait in a little box when we get up to the hill because other people are doing different courses. When it's finally our turn, Taylor and I go to a different course and say we want to go together in the same ball. When the gate opens, we did the same thing and pushed the ball down the hill. We didn't know what to expect since this was a new course, but on this one we got rocked side to side and Taylor and I were trucking each other inside the ball. We couldn't situate ourselves or anything because the course was so bumpy. Taylor was basically laying on me for the whole ride though and it was kind of annoying.
As we got down to the hill, we rolled over another worker and then slowed down and got out of the ball again. Taylor and I got back and got in one of the hot tubs that was by the place. We begged our parents to let us on another ride. Our parents finally said yes and Taylor and I were really happy. We got back on the van and headed back up the hill.
Taylor and I got back in the ball for the third time and pushed the ball when the gate opened. We crashed through the fence and rolled all the way down the hill and onto the road. We ran over a Bugatti and a Rolls Royce. But then we hit another car which bounced us back toward the Zorb ball place.
Then we get back, we run over yet another worker, and get out of a little hatch in the ball.
The end.
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A few questions, Wyatt:
ReplyDelete1. Were there *really* strangers offering candy? Is it as shady sounding in New Zealand as it is in the United States?
2. Did Mike Wazowski need his own Zorb ball or could he just kind of tuck and roll like a roly poly doing a cannonball and roll down the tracks?
3. Did you need to pay for the damages incurred rolling over a Bugatti and a Rolls Royce?
3. Ditto the expenses for the worker's medical bills?
No, we didn't need to pay for the damages for running over a Bugatti and Rolls Royce. Same for the workers. Mike Wazowski didn't actually need a ball. He just needed to tuck and roll down the hill. And no, there were not any strangers offering us candy. Thank you for commenting. I hope you'll be my 6th grade teacher. :)
DeleteNew Zealand sounds like a very forgiving place! Sully would also be jealous of Mike's ability to just tuck and roll down the hill. (I imagine his fur would make for more friction and just collect more debris in general than Mike's skin too... Look at what you've got me thinking now! 😂) Shame about the lack of friendly strangers and candy, too.
DeleteAnd, as for the last part...you know, me too. 😁🤫