Chapter Five.

He found this out when suddenly; a pair of revolting socks, and some of that ink that smells odd attacked him savagely. But, in the knick of time a small green tinged man jumped from around a corner and using some tree soap as a weapon.
(This is normally used with the aim of stopping migrating pigeons from assaulting its lettuce bars and patches which were located around the corner from the forest on the beach teemed with a sausage blaster to confuse before the soap cleaned there brains blank leaving them like headless chickens that’s till have heads. Another pest was Hungary rabbits But enough of the trials of lettuce growing back to George’s situation).
The man waved his soap in the air, the cleanliness emanated from it knocking the socks and ink out in one blow.

“Traveling without tree soap?” said the strange green man, “Are you mad?” as he ushered the duo away to his camp. George did try replying but was moved along too fast, he was thinking ‘yes I’m a box out with a Room what else would you expect?’

Chapter Four.

They decided to go out shopping together. After asking his dad Roomy said it was ok to leave the house, it wouldn't fall down or at least he hopped! After some rather interesting logistical problems that I won’t go into now they walked down the road again watching out for the peanut crazy llamas this time! George was pretty scared of the peanut demands. Especially as he now knew what a peanut was! As it was there were few peanuts around which really hacked off the llamas. But there was some major over farming of peanuts in the past few years so most of the peanut plants had died making them a rare delicacy, which was bad for the preconditioned peanut feeding llamas created and trained by the post-evil genius. Before they could move out the way, a llama jumped out of the blue. Well, to be exact from inside a small convertible people carrier that was by complete coincidence blue, and chased George till he reached the corner of Crispianapal Street. There was no sign of the llama now however, but he suddenly heard the rumbling that goes with thunder and lightning.

George looked around and found himself surrounded by swamps and palm trees. “What!?” George said, “even this mixture of vegetation makes no sense I mean who would plant that buddleia there!” he then looked up confused, he was back on the street corner of Crispianapal street.
“Dam not those time lapses again we could end up anywhere!” Shouted Roomy looking around bemused. The problem with time lapses is that they don’t come in ones they always come in at least pairs normally much, much more! So then when all of sudden he was back in a forest it wasn’t much of a surprise. But at least this time it looked like a forest not the plant section of the local garden centre!
Then without warning a jumper jumped out from nowhere. This scared and stunned George and roomy making them fall over with the whole impossibility of it, a well-known fact is that jumpers can’t jump! But this wasn’t the worst that was going to happen Oh no! There was much worse to come!

Chapter Three.

All he wanted was a conversation with a few of his cats. After spending millions (he was also a rich evil genius) and bringing his sofa to life, it turned out his cats thought he was a pompous idiot who had no concept of personal hygiene and should really learn about boundaries because all this petting just isn’t what a cat wants out of life. This probably didn’t help the matter much. An angry evil genius is a bad thing it caused his to develop a peanut fetish and buy up all world stocks of peanuts which he went on to eat, gained about a ton in weight and exploded covering some rather miffed furniture with half digested peanuts. His remains seemed to have a negative effect on his belongings that probably should have been disposed of but all ran away and distributed themselves amongst the stock in chain stores to carry out subtle insane world domination plans.


His mother left the room to find a ladder to get back up into the loft. George was alone again with his room. Him and his room were best friends and often-spent lots of time together. Post-inanimate objects were like this, it was a strange bond forged from at one point being an object to the next being alive they all needed extensive physiological help but with the NHS waiting lists all ready being long there was mass training of chairs to be therapists. Chairs have a very strong constitution and were barely affected by all the upheaval.

Chapter Two.

George just smiled and walked away with a small grin on his face, thinking “That wasn't me, I’m not magic I don’t even know what a peanut looks like! It must mean that this box had something particular about it. Maybe it’s been stealing time lord technology I mean it was only 3 inches square how’d 8000 peanuts fit in it?” Lying on his bed, he pondered and pondered the mysteries of life until a apple fell next to his bed it was his Mum, Mummy box who had dropped it from the loft where she was cleaning up the fridge that she like to keep up there in case of food shortages or llama rampages on the Thursdays at the end of most moths bringing with j. And that mixed with the ventilation holes in the ceiling made falling fruit a constant hazard in the Box household.

It was normal this for the boxes they knew it was, but they weren't used to being living boxes that was what wasn’t normal. So The favorite pass time or boxes was to see if you can jump upside down on a trampoline and they would normally reply yes and then do it again but this time wearing a tutu, wouldn’t really come as much of a surprise.

Mummy box jumped down into George's room, because obviously boxes struggled with ladders, to collect the apple and asked George how was his day. He did not know how to answer as he had forgotten how to speak. This was a common box ailment as they were still adjusting to life as animate objects as was everything else after what could be called a major catastrophe including a cat and an insane lampshade loving scientist with too much time on his hand bringing everything to life and letting animals speak.

Chapter One.

One day a nice little box called George was walking down the road to the shop. When a llama stopped him to buy some peanuts but George didn't have any peanuts so he collapsed from the shock and then when he recovered there was a big shop stood over him worrying about the peanut shortage of 2914. They all ran round screaming, “Save the tea, eat the soil!” (A major environmental campaign of the time).

It seemed to make very little sense at the time but the little box thought it figured most fittingly. Later that day George bumped into a seagull named Alfonzo. After hours of searching Alfonzo just couldn’t find any peanuts he had looked everywhere! They seemed very illusive. Alfonzo asked George to help, being a polite little box George said he would. But then George found something, it was a small metal cube, another box. He opened the box, when suddenly a light showered onto the rich green grass and illuminated Alfonzo the Seagull, who drowned in a pile of peanuts. He jumped with joy and thanked George for the peanuts. It was a very joyous day. Although George couldn’t help thinking about the llama he had met earlier that day and if he had found any peanuts.

Welcome to George's world.

This documents the live of a post-inanimate box named George. Enter his strange dimension and meet his friends including Roomy, George's bedroom, Alfonzo the seagull and the lettuce man.