The Treachery Of Gordo's Hair
Hey peoples, hope you like this fic. Review, or I will force you to sit in a room full of 346 hyper moles. Believe me, you do NOT want that to happen. Credit must be given to my friend Elaine… with out her manicness this fic would not be possible. All stories on this account have been, and will be, written with the help of Elaine.
"Nooooooooooooooooo" screamed Gordo as he sat up in bed and realising he was bald. "My beloved hair! It has run away!"Meanwhile in Yemen…
Lizzie was standing at an alter in a flowing bridal gown. Gordo's hair stood beside her in a formal suit.
"Do you, Lizzie McGuire, take this rather random and slightly afro-y piece of hair to be lawful wedded hairy husband?" asked the vicar.
"I do!" said Lizzie.
"And do you, Mr Gordo's Hair, take this irritating deluded child who thinks she can sing to be your lawful wedded wife?"
"Uhuh" said Gordo's hair.
"You may kiss the hair." Suddenly the doors of the church burst open.
"Noooooooooooooooooo I object!" cried Gordo charging manically down the aisle. "I thought you loved me!" he screeched to his rather guilty looking hair. His hair looked shifty.
"It think I have to go… this way now!" the hair said, pointing out of the door as a flying pony by the name of Flufflebum swooped into the chapel. The hair grabbed on and they flew off into the sunset. Lizzie and Gordo fell to their knees sobbing hysterically.
"Yoink!" said the vicar (who happened to be a penguin) stealing the honeymoon tickets to Barbados and skipping joyfully out of the church. Lizzie and Gordo's lives were ruined forever and it was all because of the treachery of Gordo's hair. cries dramatically
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