Petshop of Giddy Happiness
Disclaimer: I own the Petshop of Giddy Happiness, and that's pretty much it.
A/N: I saw that this was a less-than-popular topic, so I decided to add to this. Note that I am a master of the parodying arts. This is not a parody, however.
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It was a normal day in the neighborhood for our resident fruitcake, the Count. He went out to get the customary sugar rush, and waited for the first batch of morons with problems seeking pets to come.
Leon: ::walks up:: I know what you're up to! ::runs away::
Count: I wonder why he does that every morning. ::scratches head::
Anonymous Cliche Gawker: Hey, look, they're building a cool petshop next to that creepy one.
Count: Creepy?
Another Anon. Cliche Gawker: Yeah, let's go check it out!
::A horde of half-mad people runs by the Count in order to look at the new petshop next door::
Count: Might as well... ::walks over to the petshop:: Petshop of... oh my.
::The horde of people hears about a new food court in a local mall and hightails it in pack fashion to ravage the CinnaBun::
New Owner: ::comes out:: Hi, I'm Mary Sue! I own this petshop! How are you doing? ::smiles with teeth that temporarily blind the Count::
Count: Mary Sue, just so I know that my eyes are not failing me, will you please read the name of your petshop to me?
MS: Oh, it's the Petshop of Giddy Happiness! Say, would you like some cookies? I just made a fresh batch!
Count: ::cringes:: Um, no thank you. They're probably taint- er, I mean, I'm not fond of sugary items.
MS: Oh, well that's okay! They're tofu and wheat cookies!
Count: No thank you! I have to be going! ::runs back to his own store::
MS: Oh, that poor man. He must have a nasty old disease or something.
Count: (back in pet store with flashlight up to his face) I'm... so...scared... right... now.
Leon: ::breaks into PSOH:: I know what you're up to!
Count: ::just stares at Leon:: Why do you bother doing that?
Leon: ::looks around nervously:: What?
Count: Why do you come here? Is it just to bother me or is it some sick entertainment?
Leon: Um... I don't know, I guess it's fun.
Count: And they call ME creepy.
Leon: I heard that.
Count: Duh.
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Alright, it's not finished, more soon, I had to post this to gratify my bored cousin.
Disclaimer: I own the Petshop of Giddy Happiness, and that's pretty much it.
A/N: I saw that this was a less-than-popular topic, so I decided to add to this. Note that I am a master of the parodying arts. This is not a parody, however.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
It was a normal day in the neighborhood for our resident fruitcake, the Count. He went out to get the customary sugar rush, and waited for the first batch of morons with problems seeking pets to come.
Leon: ::walks up:: I know what you're up to! ::runs away::
Count: I wonder why he does that every morning. ::scratches head::
Anonymous Cliche Gawker: Hey, look, they're building a cool petshop next to that creepy one.
Count: Creepy?
Another Anon. Cliche Gawker: Yeah, let's go check it out!
::A horde of half-mad people runs by the Count in order to look at the new petshop next door::
Count: Might as well... ::walks over to the petshop:: Petshop of... oh my.
::The horde of people hears about a new food court in a local mall and hightails it in pack fashion to ravage the CinnaBun::
New Owner: ::comes out:: Hi, I'm Mary Sue! I own this petshop! How are you doing? ::smiles with teeth that temporarily blind the Count::
Count: Mary Sue, just so I know that my eyes are not failing me, will you please read the name of your petshop to me?
MS: Oh, it's the Petshop of Giddy Happiness! Say, would you like some cookies? I just made a fresh batch!
Count: ::cringes:: Um, no thank you. They're probably taint- er, I mean, I'm not fond of sugary items.
MS: Oh, well that's okay! They're tofu and wheat cookies!
Count: No thank you! I have to be going! ::runs back to his own store::
MS: Oh, that poor man. He must have a nasty old disease or something.
Count: (back in pet store with flashlight up to his face) I'm... so...scared... right... now.
Leon: ::breaks into PSOH:: I know what you're up to!
Count: ::just stares at Leon:: Why do you bother doing that?
Leon: ::looks around nervously:: What?
Count: Why do you come here? Is it just to bother me or is it some sick entertainment?
Leon: Um... I don't know, I guess it's fun.
Count: And they call ME creepy.
Leon: I heard that.
Count: Duh.
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Alright, it's not finished, more soon, I had to post this to gratify my bored cousin.