Lil' Red Rider From THe Hood - A Little Red Riding Hood Spoof
...tashed it in the inside pocket of his hoodie. His mother reminded him that G-ma had been sick for a while, and might be out of the loop, despite his efforts. Lil’ Red Rider waved his hand in a hasty good-bye. He slammed the door on his way out of the apartment, then went downstairs, stomping angrily all the way. He unlocked his bike, hopped on, and rode off across the city in the direction of G-ma’s house. Lil’ Red Rider started to slow down his pace as he neared a person in his gangs colours. The person waved him down, so Lil’ Red Rider stopped to talk. The person appeared to be a boy also, though it was not clear since the hoodie they were wearing covered their face in shadow. The person wanted to know where he was headed, because he was bored and wondered if he could tag along. Lil’ Red Rider said he couldn’t, but he let the person know exactly where G-ma’s house was, thinking he could trust this person since they were of the same side. Little did he know, this person would turn out to be the Big Bad Wickety Wolf, an anonymous traitor between gangs and an overall menace to society. Lil’ Red Rider explained the situation G-ma was in. The person mumbled something about the shop across the street, then bustled off on his way. Lil’ Red Rider looked across the street, and saw the sun glinting off gorgeous bike accessories. He was so absorbed in this window display, he didn’t notice the sinister chuckle the Big Bad Wickety Wolf had emitted, nor the new found hurry in his step. Lil’ Red Rider thought a new paint job on G-ma’s bike might cheer her up. He crossed the street and abandoned his voyage to G-ma’s for a moment. He didn’t have any money on him, so he grabbed a bottle of vibrant red and made a run for it. Lil’ Red Rider finally made it to G-ma’s house. He stashed his bike in her garage, not wanting it to get stolen. He walked up the steps, and found the door wide open. He thought this quite odd, for he and G-ma were always careful in the city. They knew the kinds of things that went on, they knew what precautions to take. He entered the house and headed up to her bedroom, knocking on the door twice and waiting for an answer. He heard a voice call him in, but it wasn’t quite G-ma’s. When he opened the door, he saw a figure in the bed, in a blue hooded robe, their face covered by shadows. He shrugged, figuring she just sounded different because she had been sick, and asked why she’d left the door open. He tossed the purse onto the chair on the other side of the room and revealed the paint he had gotten. It was when G-ma spoke that Lil’ Red Rider got suspicious. “My…What odd colours you have on today…” he stated slyly, almost accusingly. “Uhh…All the better to relax in.” The figure on the bed answered. Yes, the voice was far too deep to be G-ma’s. “My…What big feet you have!” Lil’ Red Rider exclaimed, knowing for a fact that G-ma’s feet were only a size 6. “All the better to walk across town to meet you.” Lil’ Red Rider laughed at this. He knew for a fact that G-ma never walked, she always rode her bike. And most often...