The Curse of King Toot

Fifth grade is a royal pain in my butt.

My one wish for the first day of school was to make friends with the cool kids.

Instead, I knocked over a priceless museum artifact, ate three-thousand-year-old cheese, and got cursed. If I can't break that curse, I'm stuck serving an ancient Egyptian King forever

My name is John and my farts summon King Tut's ghost. This is my story.