As I rode into the city to visit my lost love Alkanet, I realized it was silly of me to pack fourteen pairs of boxers and only three pairs of socks. I was, of course, only going to be in town for a day. Now, I know some people say I have particularly dirty boxers, but I've never said that. So why did I pack fourteen pairs?
While I pondered my odd choice of packed clothing, I noticed two purple bubbles floating in the sky above me. I poked my short little dinosaur friend who was sitting next to a rotating arrow.
"You sir, shoot a purple bubble at those other purple bubbles," I said.
He kind of burped and squealed, then shot a blue bubble at them.
"That's blue, you stupid small dinosaur."
He then rotated the arrow towards me and shot a green bubble into my face. I fell off the small horse-drawn cart onto the dirt-packed road. One of the last things I remember seeing was my dinosaur friend (ok, he's not really my friend anymore, after the whole bubble shooting into my head thing) load a purple bubble onto the arrow, pop the other purple bubbles, thereby dropping the blue bubble that was hanging onto the two purple bubbles. Guess where that blue bubble fell? You got it, right on my head. I almost died.
Why didn't I die, you ask? Well, unbeknownst to most people, my head is a suitcase. You see, I packed fourteen pairs of boxers into my head, they saved my life. The bubble knocked me out, but those numerous pairs of boxers padded the blow so I didn't die.
I came to in a hospital. At least I think it was a hospital. A green faced cheetah was standing above me with a stethoscope around his neck. My love, Alkanet, was standing next to him. She was petting his furry coat when she noticed my eyes open. She then threw her arms around my neck and began crying.
"My baby, oh my darling, Dr. Cheetah here found you lying on the side of the road with a blue bubble nearby. I didn't think you were going to live. I asked Dr. Cheetah what he thought the odds of your survival were, and he just said 'mrow grrrwl mrow.' I have no idea what that means, so I figured you would die. I am so happy you are alive," she said.
I kissed her hand. Dr. Cheetah offered me his paw, which I shook. He then ate my right leg. Well, I guess that's fair, considering he saved my life. I hope he stops this bleeding soon though...