Naughty writing draft 1

My Writing 

Dong, dong, dong, the big hand strikes 4am. If you don't know I'm About to do the worst thing in the history of worst things.

I creep across the carpet and open a draw. I pull out my secret weapon. My socks. If you haven't realised my socks are stealth. I think they were made by the people the make the stealth war planes. Or at lest something like that. They are so silent you could hear a pin drop. So back to the story I snatch them out and yank them on. I scarry past the washing machine to get to the starting point for my ginormous journey across the hallway.

 I take a step. So far so good. 1 down 19 more Floor boards to go. I carry on doing this for it seemed like hours. If I kept doing this it would take up all the story so I'm cutting out that part. I finally get to my destination. the kichine door. I reach out to clasp the cold smooth handle. I slowly and corshisly gently open it. Creeeeeek! It wines as I pull it agar. My buddy starts to shake. This is when the fun starts.

I pulled open the pantry door. This is food Heaven. I start frantically stuffing food in my gaping mouth. Finally all this effect deserves food And lots of it. 

Arrrrr relieve I got away with it well just one thing don't tell any one.