Author's Note: I can't take the credit for this. I wrote it, but
NatashaRostof should get the blame for this disturbing idea.
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Scratching noises sounded quietly through the house. The people who lived there could hear faint can-can music, somewhere off in the hallway.
The Little Moulin Rouge People had struck again.
The family crept excitedly out of their beds, and snuck down the hallway. There, they could see six little people, dancing in a row. Big grins were plastered to their small faces.
The traps had been set, and they had come.
The family sat gleefully down in front of the tiny dancers, and watched them performing. On and on they sang, rambling on the same tune the whole night: "Can, can, can you do the can-can? Can you do the can-can? . . . "
The little entertainers never seemed to tire of their ongoing dance. And the family never tired, either.
Little did they know what would happen when the Little Moulin Rouge People...ATTACKED!
The End
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Scratching noises sounded quietly through the house. The people who lived there could hear faint can-can music, somewhere off in the hallway.
The Little Moulin Rouge People had struck again.
The family crept excitedly out of their beds, and snuck down the hallway. There, they could see six little people, dancing in a row. Big grins were plastered to their small faces.
The traps had been set, and they had come.
The family sat gleefully down in front of the tiny dancers, and watched them performing. On and on they sang, rambling on the same tune the whole night: "Can, can, can you do the can-can? Can you do the can-can? . . . "
The little entertainers never seemed to tire of their ongoing dance. And the family never tired, either.
Little did they know what would happen when the Little Moulin Rouge People...ATTACKED!
The End