Scratch

Well, anyways, I just got done writing a story and, so far, it's going pretty well. However, I'm not sure if I should finish the next part. If I do, though, I'm not really gonna use anyone else's ideas. I'll just think of my own ideas, but I'm just curious to what you guys think should happen next. In other words, just create your own ending. Here it is:

Mile Acre Woods lay in the heart of Minnesota. Sprawled out across these landscapes were suburbs, which had been intertwined with the forest for decades. The houses here looked quite queer. Perhaps, it was because they were much bigger than any average house you would see. Maybe even the shape of them set them apart from others. Whatever the reason, it didn't matter. In this little area, about 5,000 people subsided.
           One of those people was Tyler, but he wasn't any ordinary man. He was a toad. Yes, a toad. The same toad that had almost burnt down all of Mile Acre Woods, including all the houses. The same toad that had almost destroyed city hall with a snowplow truck. He was even the same toad that had nearly cut down every tree in the forest. Without law and order, who knows what would become of Mile Acre today.
           On this morning, Tyler awoke from a terrible nightmare. His bedroom, which had a perfect view of all the houses on the street, lay completely still and silent. Unique as it was, it was also very eerie. Most mornings, Tyler would at least hear a dog barking in the distance or some kids playing outside. This was definitely not the case. The toad sprang out of bed, nearly slipping, but managed to catch himself in midfall. As he struggled to gain balance again, he practically slid out the bedroom, crashing into the staircase, and landing right onto his pajama-coated sitter. This little incident alone caused his pants to stretch into a small rip, revealing his red-spotted underpants. "How could this day get any worse?" Tyler asked himself silently, reaching over for the rails, pulling himself back up onto his feet.
          Tyler slowly approached the kitchen groaning, feeling groggy. He reached over for a box of cereal and began to pour it into a bowl he had left the night before. However, as he was pouring, he fell asleep. Boy, would he be so mortified when he woke up again. Of course, it went exactly as expected, he was indeed mortified. Maybe a bit of an exaggeration, but it was true, he was in no way satisfied with the situation. As a germaphobe, Tyler slipped on some gloves and began to pick up the cereal pieces one by one. With a sour face and sour attitude, he walked over towards the bathroom, completely ignoring his breakfast. He turned his attention to the mirror. He stared at his amphibious reflection. "I'm a toad," he told himself and reached for the cabinet. Tyler began to get ready for another day. He hoped, crossing his fingers, that he would not cause any havoc or mischief whatsoever today. The town would once again be furious with him if something were to go wrong. He was always to blame.
          Stepping out of the shower and into the hallway, Tyler began to think. "Today," he said eagerly to himself. "Will be the day I do something nice to the city for a change." At this, he got dressed and was soon headed out the door. He wore the most intricate-looking waistcoat that covered his plain, white shirt. His shoes were polished to the point where you could not even see as little as a tiny smudge of dirt or mud or anything for that matter. Tyler was ready and he knew it. He headed towards city hall.
          "Excuse me!" Tyler yelled at once, interrupting an important meeting. In an instant, everyone's attention was turned toward the potbelly toad, who stood in a serious position at the other end of the large, rectangular table. "I have a plan!" Suddenly, chatter burst out in the meeting room. Everyone was asking questions. So much so, Tyler could not even speak as little as the word "the". At last, when the room grew more silent, he managed to yell over all the talking, causing everyone to freeze. He cleared his throat and spoke in a serious tone. "Can we all stop interrupting?" he asked, twitching.
"Hypocrite!" a man in a big, gray suit shouted. "If anything, let me remind you, you were the one who was 'interrupting', and, if you fail to see that, you must be very well blind." Tyler stood shocked, trying his best to process and take in what the man had just said to him. This particular man was dressed in a business suit, simple as that, and had a short, white beard that covered most of his cheeks and chin.
Tyler gulped and replied, "I am sorry, sir, but I am here to share a plan for the city."
"Oh, really?" the man clasped his hands together and gave him a suspicious grin.
"Yes...sir," Tyler gulped. Now, he was uneasy and was losing control.
          "This just in," the news reporter said the next morning. "A fire has been started in Mile Acre City Hall." Tyler sat shaking his head at the other end of the line.
"I just couldn't control myself," he whispered. "What should I do?"