Breakfast of Champions

I stared blankly at the dark computer and knew exactly what I had to do. As I rose from the creaky old chair, I grabbed my trusty sack of pennies and started for the door.
"Mother," I called. "I'm going to find Savvy!"
"Be careful," Was her only response.

You now may be wondering something along the lines of "Who/what/where is 'Savvy' and why is this character searching for he/she/it?" The correct response to that would be explaining in acute detail why I'm searching for this person/place/thing. But I'll save that for later and allow you, the reader, to use your imagination.

I walked down 'Cherry Lane' and across 'Concrete Ave.' to the newly painted playground on the corner. I immediately sat on the nearest swing and started to pump my legs as hard as I possibly could. This continued for exactly seven minutes and thirty-four seconds until a large yellow something hit me in the side of the head, causing me to topple off my beloved swing.

"Hey! Who hit me in the head with a large yellow something?" I called out while looking around the deserted park.
"'Twas I, my dear!." A small, squeaky voice rang out. I whipped my head to where the voice came from and saw nothing.
"Who said that?" Shakily, I asked. Starting to get frightened, I took a step nearer to the gate.
"Look down Dearie!" The same voice called. So do you know what I did? I looked down of course! And I regret ever doing so. There, right by my sneaker, was an ugly, brown, buck-toothed, bushy-tailed, squirrel!

Needless to say, I screamed, causing the random passerby to stop and stare.
"Are you quite all right?" Mr. Random Passerby asked as he approached me with caution.
"The squirrel! It spoke to me! And threw a large yellow something at my head!" I replied, receiving a strange glace from Mr. RP.
"Of course I spoke! How else would I be able to communicate with you?" The squirrel said with a laugh.
"That squirrel just spoke!" Mr. RP shrieked.
"Yes I did! And now that you two have discovered my secret I must take you to my underground lair! Bwahahahahaha!" He cried.

Mr. RP and I gave each other a sidelong glance and nodded. We both knew that this squirrel was crazy and had to be stopped. So Mr. RP picked up this crazy squirrel by the tail and dropped him in a trash can by the slide and securely shut the lid.

"Thank you Mr. RP. That squirrel would have surely overcome me if you hadn't came along." I thanked him.
"It was no problem at all. And call me Wan." He replied.
"Well, Wan! Would you like to join me in my quest in search of Savvy?" I eyed him, he looked suitable for the job.
"Of course! I haven't seen Savvy in ages! But first, my dear, what is your name?"
"Pavel! Now let's get going! No time to waste!" And with that, we left the park.

During our journey we encountered many challenging obstacles including the treacherous pay phone of doom, crossing the man-eating giraffe's path, and fighting our way through the crowded block party on 'Wilson Street' and 'Chipper Ave.'

Most of these challenges were life-threatening and traumatic, but in the end it was all worth a delicious cheese burger and fries at 'Savvy's Diner'.