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Post by Just Plain Rydell on Jul 31, 2008 8:11:54 GMT -5
...she'll explode and turn into... Pie"
"PIE!?" they both exclaimed. "WE WANT PIE!!!!!! WHERE, WHERE!?"
But then, out of nowhere, a giant Killer Moth appeared and...
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Post by wifeofsmartass on Jul 31, 2008 9:17:29 GMT -5
shouted, "Buy me some underwear, or else you shall suffer immensly! Indeed, you shall run across the never-ending football field of the evil easy-bake oven!"...
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Post by Just Plain Rydell on Jul 31, 2008 9:58:49 GMT -5
...And this is where fairy princess TarJar appears.
" I have come to challenge you to a football match!!! Whoever wins will win the eternal war between Killer Moths and Fairies! "
"Fine!! I accept!! Choose one of these fellas for your team, and I'll chose the other."
" I choose both!" TarJar said...
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Post by Sewer Weasel on Jul 31, 2008 23:54:40 GMT -5
Lawl
Fairy Princess bombed TarJar and he ran away screaming like a baby. The killer moths attack [enter big city's name here]...
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Post by wifeofsmartass on Aug 1, 2008 2:22:24 GMT -5
Idiosyncrasy County...
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Post by Fatal hilarity on Aug 1, 2008 2:51:25 GMT -5
Michael the Werewolf Chicken Cat and Bob Chili Sauce the Plain Ol' Werewolf Chicken stared at the strange battle that had been wrought between the Giant Killer Moth (assumedly named "Behemoth") and the Fairy Princess TarJar. Clearly The Eternal War Between Killer Moths and Fairies (a decidedly literal name for a war) was never intended to be truly eternal.
How long had this bloody rivalry between the Killer Moths and the Fairies been plaguing the landscape and people of the Fantastical Kingdom of Kamonpeepz? One could surmise it had been going on for a very long time to called "Eternal". But now the as-yet-to-be-identified Killer Moth Leader had defeated the Fairy Princess TarJar, leaving the Great City of Fairies and Stuff Like That of Idiosyncrasy County vulnerable to attack from the massive Killer Moth army- and so his demand to have his unmentionables purchased for him had been completely forgotten.
The ludicrously long war had obviously been a strain on the pitiful wombat, whose tears fell to the earth at a steady pace. Her face was worn and tired from sadness. Now that her curling iron was missing and on the verge of exploding and becoming a Pie from its deadly illness, she was at the end of her rope. The sight of two friendly strangers brought her hope and gave her the courage to emerge from behind the Technicolor DreamMug. Could they help find her lost curling iron before the next full moon?
Michael and Bob Chili Sauce, the dorky do-gooders they were, consented to help search for her curling iron and give it the needed dose of paprika and toothpaste before it was too late- seeing as they were no longer required to battle for the two enemies. One had run away and curled up in a corner to whimper, and the other was currently busy destroying civilization as we know it, starting with a large, well-known metropolis.
At first the two heroes assumed they would be helping themselves to a meal of pie, but now they comforted the weeping wombat and began their search. Michael's thoughts drifted to his memories of picking berries and frolicking with Sherman, and with a sigh, longed to return home.
Bob Chili Sauce was picking his nose again. He was indeed a ferocious monster.
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Post by wifeofsmartass on Aug 1, 2008 8:53:37 GMT -5
(Pardon my intrusion in the middle of this story, but i must tell you, fatalhilarity, that i am cracking up immensly.) .... They searched high and low for the curling iron; behind bushes, over feather dusters, and even under the wild growing cardboard boxes, but to no avail. Somewhere off in the far distance, a car alarm went off. The wombat placed her paws on her hips in utter frustration. "Don't worry, we will find your curling iron." Michael said "All we need to find her is a...
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Post by Just Plain Rydell on Aug 1, 2008 13:58:24 GMT -5
...Gnawed-on-for-40-years-toothpick. That can-t be too hard to find. All we need to do is look in the right place. WHICH ISN'T UNDER TARJAR'S DRESS!!!!!!" He screamed at BCS.
So, they had a strike of luck and...
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Post by Fatal hilarity on Aug 1, 2008 14:10:47 GMT -5
...they found the desired Gnawed-on-for-forty-years Toothpick underneath a Tum-Tum Tree. It was easy to find if you looked in the right place. Michael took it and dug that piece of berry out from his teeth.
"Great, now all we need is a clue." he said. "Therefore I must use my newfound feline sense of smell, further enhanced by my werewolfness, and ever-so-slightly diminished by my chickenness to track down the elusive and exuberant curling iron."
He turned to the wombat, whose hands-to-hip pose betrayed a sense of sassiness, and said, "Mayhap you have upon your person an item of belongingness to the said curling iron?"
The wombat dried her eyes and said, "Only this lock of hair, which I keep close to my heart always."
Michael and Bob inspected it closely, taking in its putrid scent. Just as Michael suspected- platinum blonde.
Michael dropped to all fours and began sniffing the air. "This way!" he cried.
As they ran, Michael thought about the mysterious popping that had occurred in the past few hours. What had been transporting them from place to place so suddenly, and why? Surely there was some deeply important, forty-part-novel-series-ensuing purpose that would eventually involve every single Alternate Earth and end in saving the Multiverse.
...But that would come later- right now he had to rescue a sentient curling iron from becoming a pie.
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Post by Larissa Gaines. (: on Aug 2, 2008 17:48:15 GMT -5
As they ran, they came upon, yet again, The Evil Llama Overlord! Hey said, "You two! You shall pay for leaving me with the blood-thirsty demon meadow animals!" Hey then transformed into an evil pie overlord from another world! As he lunged toward the three with his dreaded Key-Lime pie filling......
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Post by Weasel Freak on Aug 5, 2008 16:34:38 GMT -5
(I reread all of this and I actually fell over while laughing  ) |
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Post by Larissa Gaines. (: on Aug 7, 2008 3:14:31 GMT -5
(ur not supposed to butt in and do wat im doing now u have to continue the story!!!)
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Post by Larissa Gaines. (: on Aug 30, 2008 12:47:52 GMT -5
anyone continue?
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Post by wifeofsmartass on Aug 31, 2008 0:21:46 GMT -5
.... the lost curling iron appeared from up above, flying upon an inflated, giant, pink orb of bubble gum!
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Post by Fatal hilarity on Aug 31, 2008 0:36:39 GMT -5
"Curly, LOOK OUT!!" the wombat cried, but it was too late.
The Evil-Llama-Pie-Overlord Hillary Stephen Jim-Billy-Bo's-Beeswax had thrust his/her/whateverself towards Michael the Werewolf-Chicken-Cat-Ex-Human, Bob Chili Sauce the Werewolf-Chicken, and Miss Wombat the Only-Character-So-Far-With-A-Not-So-Very-Long-Name-At-All-Oops-I-Made-It-Long-Now-Didn't-I?-Just-Forget-It-Then, but Curly the Curling Iron had gotten in his path. And so with a monstrous SPHLUT poor Curly was smothered in his Dreaded Key-Lime Filling.
"NOOOOOOOOO!!!" the wombat screamed in despair. She bent over and sobbed pitifully, burying her face in her paws.
Michael pondered whether or not key-lime and bubblegum would taste good together.
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