Once upon a time, there was a guy named Mr Morton. He was an arsonist. He burned down stuff all the time. However in this story I will tell you the backstory of this heartless criminal. Mr Morton was born on April 13th 1977. He had good grades and was a charming child. But one day, his entire family was on a bus. The guy that was driving fell asleep at the wheel and drove into the river. Unfortunately, everyone died. Which left Mr Morton all alone. But he didn’t care. In fact, without his parents he could do whatever he wanted. He ditched school every day, and ate a lot of ice cream. But before he knew it, he was broke. And then one day, as Mr Morton was walking down the street. A flamethrower flew out of the sky and landed in Mr Morton’s hands. It was a match made in heaven! So Mr Morton and his flamethrower started setting fire to all the buildings in Rhode Island. It was fun until the cops showed up. He was sent to jail after only burning down 3 houses. Mr Morton knew this wouldn’t do. So he decided he needed a getaway vehicle. When he got out of juvie, he looked around his house for a getaway vehicle. His parents cars were too big, and his tricycle was too slow. So he hooked up a small engine on the back of his tricycle. It worked great! But he still had to deal with the money problem. The small engine was not cheap. (he had to steal it and then burn it down the owners house which cost him a week in jail). He looked around for a job but all of them didn’t allow flamethrowers. Finally he got accepted by the Fire Department. The only reason why he applied is because it had fire in the name. Also, he got a cool new car. So Mr Morton was Firefighter by day, and Arsonist by night. He was able to burn down all of Pawtucket in one week! And he had a steady cash flow. Unfortunately, he couldn’t use the fire truck as an escape vehicle because his boss wouldn't let him. His tricycle was still a great escape vehicle though. Finally, after months of burning. Mr Morton had burned down all of Rhode Island. Except, he didn’t burn down his house. Duh, where would he sleep. Also he didn’t burn down the Fire Department, so he could still get his money. But since his house was the last house still standing, the police obviously knew he lived there. They raided it and stole all his ice cream. Mr Morton was very mad, he had paid good money for his ice cream. But since it was him Versus all of the Rhode Island Police, he was outnumbered. So he got on his tricycle and drove as fast as he could to the fire station. Luckily for him, his boss wasn’t there. So he jumped in the truck and drove away. He was nearing the border when the police PIT maneuvered the truck, and it tipped over. So Mr Morton got out of the smashed up fire truck flame resistant suit on, and flame thrower set to maximum.
