Mr Pritt looked like a glue stick. In fact, he was a glue stick. He was all white with a red shirt with Pritt written on it. He also had a red pair of pants with black shoes. You could turn his feet all around his body and, when he did, his head got taller. Unlike humans, Mr Pritt was not unique. There are millions if not billions of Mr Pritts all over the world. But Mr Pritt didn’t want to be one of those glue sticks. He wanted to have a white shirt and a red head. He wanted to have two pictures of himself on his white shirt. So he went to find his friend, the USB key and asked him if he could plan out his new look on the computer. USB showed him the pictures of Dr Phil in poutine and the picture of barney eating Dr Phil. USB showed him his new look and Mr Pritt liked it. But there was a problem; how was he going to get his shirt white? Then it hit him: Mr liquid paper! Mr Pritt ran to see Mr liquid paper and he said he would help if Mr Pritt glued his cousin, Mrs Paper, back together. Mr Pritt agreed and soon Mrs Paper was in one piece again. Mr Liquid Paper painted Mr Pritt white and Mr Pritt thanked USB and Mr Liquid Paper. Now for the greater problem: he needed to draw himself on his shirt. He knew Mr Marker would help him but Mr Marker did not have the skill to draw him. He knew Ms Pencil-Crayon had the skill, but she only asked huge favors in exchange for her help. Mr Pen was walking down the road when he saw Mr Pritt looking sad. He asked what was wrong and Mr Pritt answered “I wanted to be different! I had Mr Liquid Paper paint me white. But now I need two pictures of myself on my shirt. Mr Marker doesn’t have the skill and Ms Pencil-Crayon charges too much. I won’t do it.” Mr Pen thought to himself and he knew the solution. “I could draw for you. You where painted with liquid paper so I can draw it for you. I might not be as good as Ms Pencil-Prayon but I can still draw those pictures for you!” Mr pritt was so happy that he was finally different hugged Mr Pen and went to see his best friend, Mr Highlighter. They went to the Calculator (nobody knew if it was a boy or girl) and Mr pritt received an award for being the only unique Mr pritt.