Double O Dora By Toby

Storm, rain, lightning, thunder, and red boots.

This is my story.

My name is Dora the Explorer, and I am a secret agent working for Playhouse Disney Spying Organization, working towards the defeat of the most elusive and dangerous criminal alive today.

Swiper.

My assistant, Boots is a field agent currently working in North Korea checcking for illegal communist activity.

We located Swiper in downtown Tokyo last night dealing arms, our agency is working closely with the Tokyo police at CCTV camera footage of the dirty criminal.

 The boss came into our suveillance camera room.

"I hear you're looking for Swiper"

"What's it to you" I said.

"I've made posters" He said

"Thats helpful" I mutter under my breath.

Kitchen Appliance Love Poem

Oh dishwasher,

How you keep my plates clean and tidy,
thick or thin, tall or tiny,
although you clean my plates at will,
you do make a big water bill.

By Toby

Toby and Luka's Camp Keynote

CAMPISAWESOME from Room 9 GLS on Vimeo.

A Classroom Full Of Children By Toby

Shrieks of hysterical laughter harass the irascible yet sensible children doing exquisite work.

The fuming teacher gives a seriously stern look to the immature group of children, who start to feel nauseous from the nerve-racking thought of what cruel, terrible punishment will behold painstaking torture to them next lunchtime.

A brilliant student kindly and gracefully accepts some well earned free time.

Immense surprise rises as the principal strolls past, and is stopped in his tracks as  the booming sound waves of childrens' chatter pounds like a hammer in his ears. Immediately, as if he has rabies,  he recklessly swoops open the door, and gives the evil eye to the infuriating Room 25...

The Old Castle By Toby

Please listen to my description of an ancient German castle.


Toby from Room 11 on Vimeo.

The Power Surge at Rainbows End By Toby

Cold surges of impromptu wind viciously infiltrates my frothy mouth, while blurs of glimmering white clouds stream past me.

I touch the slippery bar with my hand shaking violently of nervousness of a rare mechanical mishap. Wafts of air smelling like oil that obviously came from the somewhat tedious spinning mechanism hastily entered my nose.

But my brother was somewhat oblivious to the stench, in order to listen to the mechanical whirr, as if it was music to his ears.

The blue sky above me is astoundingly shiny and like I am ond the edge of blindness. But then I think, how did my brother talk me into this?

Toby's self portrait

This week in Room 9 we started doing a kid pix self portrait of ourselves and then wrote down three of  our personal qualities  on them, enjoy reading!