1.1 Disclaimer: Ok, guess what we don't own the characters, but they own
us. We wished that we owned them but shuks that's the way it goes.
The story is about...well figure it out. It will probably help you if you actually watch movies, but hey! You can figure it out!!
Farquad: Mirror, mirror on the wall, who will come with me to the ball?
Lord Farquad stared impatiently into the mirror.
5 minutes passed...
Farquad: Answer dammit, I only have, uh, 2 days!
1.2 *Toilet flushes*
Mirror: Hold on! I just have to wipe my...face!
Lord Farquard groans and starts to tap his foot. The floor covered with shattered glass appealed to him very much right now.
Mirror: Right. I'm ready. The three ladies that could possible be worthy to enter the ballroom on your Royal (ugh) arm are Rogue, Buffy or Anuksamon. But, you have to go look for them.
Farquad: Hmm....*stares into space for awhile* I'll have to get my best agents on it.
Mirror: ...What agents?
Farquad: Meesa, Noli and....oh well, I'll have to let Mark go.
Mirror: Lord Farquad. Mark is an imbecile.
Farquad: Don't be ridiculous, he's my son!
Mirror: You've never had a son.
Farquad: I could have!
Mirror: Argh! I'll get them.
Meesa: Agent Meesa, here and ready!
Noli: Agent Noli, here and ready...Mark, Mark, wake up!
Mark: *snore*
Noli: Stop drooling! *Jabs him hard*
Mark: HERE!
Meesa: *whispers*and now we're temporarily deaf
Mark: WAT!!!
Mirror shoots him in the chest with pieces of glass and grins evilly.
Everyone stares at it.
Mirror: He was getting irritating!
All: Oh Okay.
Everyone nods in agreement.
Farquad: I need your help, I don't have a date for the Royal Ball so I need you to go and look for either Rogue, Buffy, or Anuksunamon.
Agents: You got it Farty!
Farquad: Farquad
Agents: Ya okay, Fartass!
Farquad: Ugh.
Meesa and Noli depart dragging Mark behind as he tries to pick up the glass.
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Meesa, Noli and Mark (once bandaged) walked bravely into the dark forest. Suddenly Meesa caught a whiff of the most putrid smell. Following her instincts she decided to follow it. It led to an opening and Noli gasped loudly.
Noli: It's a bog!
Mark: What's a bog?
Noli: It's a swirling pool of sh*t.
Meesa: *Looks at Mark and Noli with a dead pan face* It's a swamp.
Mark & Noli: Oh.
Meesa sighed exasperatedly.
Mark: LOOK! *Points to swamp*
Noli and Meesa reluctantly obeyed his demand and saw bubbles appear on the surface. A large shape began to rise, it was covered with slime and other strange vegetation. It walked to the side of the bank and began to shake off the swamp's residue like a dog. They waited silently to see what figure would appear. They were faced with a female ogre, With orange hair and a friendly face.
Fiona: Hello, I am the Princess Fiona. Who are you?
Mark: Damn, is that some ugly sh*t!
Suddenly a large shadow draped over them and all the three looked up at their new arrival.
Shrek: What did you say about my Fiona?
Squeak was the only sound that escaped Mark's lips.
Shrek grabbed Mark by the neck. Threw him onto the ground and promptly squashed him into a pancake. He released a complimentary fart before standing up and admiring his handiwork.
Shrek: Take that Punk!
2 *Stunned silence*
Noli: I.... Think.... We'll go now.
Meesa whipped an extra-large spatula out of her never-ending bag and flipped Mark up and carried him off. They walked swiftly in a very opposite direction leaving a waving Fiona and a frowning Shrek.
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The story is about...well figure it out. It will probably help you if you actually watch movies, but hey! You can figure it out!!
Farquad: Mirror, mirror on the wall, who will come with me to the ball?
Lord Farquad stared impatiently into the mirror.
5 minutes passed...
Farquad: Answer dammit, I only have, uh, 2 days!
1.2 *Toilet flushes*
Mirror: Hold on! I just have to wipe my...face!
Lord Farquard groans and starts to tap his foot. The floor covered with shattered glass appealed to him very much right now.
Mirror: Right. I'm ready. The three ladies that could possible be worthy to enter the ballroom on your Royal (ugh) arm are Rogue, Buffy or Anuksamon. But, you have to go look for them.
Farquad: Hmm....*stares into space for awhile* I'll have to get my best agents on it.
Mirror: ...What agents?
Farquad: Meesa, Noli and....oh well, I'll have to let Mark go.
Mirror: Lord Farquad. Mark is an imbecile.
Farquad: Don't be ridiculous, he's my son!
Mirror: You've never had a son.
Farquad: I could have!
Mirror: Argh! I'll get them.
Meesa: Agent Meesa, here and ready!
Noli: Agent Noli, here and ready...Mark, Mark, wake up!
Mark: *snore*
Noli: Stop drooling! *Jabs him hard*
Mark: HERE!
Meesa: *whispers*and now we're temporarily deaf
Mark: WAT!!!
Mirror shoots him in the chest with pieces of glass and grins evilly.
Everyone stares at it.
Mirror: He was getting irritating!
All: Oh Okay.
Everyone nods in agreement.
Farquad: I need your help, I don't have a date for the Royal Ball so I need you to go and look for either Rogue, Buffy, or Anuksunamon.
Agents: You got it Farty!
Farquad: Farquad
Agents: Ya okay, Fartass!
Farquad: Ugh.
Meesa and Noli depart dragging Mark behind as he tries to pick up the glass.
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Meesa, Noli and Mark (once bandaged) walked bravely into the dark forest. Suddenly Meesa caught a whiff of the most putrid smell. Following her instincts she decided to follow it. It led to an opening and Noli gasped loudly.
Noli: It's a bog!
Mark: What's a bog?
Noli: It's a swirling pool of sh*t.
Meesa: *Looks at Mark and Noli with a dead pan face* It's a swamp.
Mark & Noli: Oh.
Meesa sighed exasperatedly.
Mark: LOOK! *Points to swamp*
Noli and Meesa reluctantly obeyed his demand and saw bubbles appear on the surface. A large shape began to rise, it was covered with slime and other strange vegetation. It walked to the side of the bank and began to shake off the swamp's residue like a dog. They waited silently to see what figure would appear. They were faced with a female ogre, With orange hair and a friendly face.
Fiona: Hello, I am the Princess Fiona. Who are you?
Mark: Damn, is that some ugly sh*t!
Suddenly a large shadow draped over them and all the three looked up at their new arrival.
Shrek: What did you say about my Fiona?
Squeak was the only sound that escaped Mark's lips.
Shrek grabbed Mark by the neck. Threw him onto the ground and promptly squashed him into a pancake. He released a complimentary fart before standing up and admiring his handiwork.
Shrek: Take that Punk!
2 *Stunned silence*
Noli: I.... Think.... We'll go now.
Meesa whipped an extra-large spatula out of her never-ending bag and flipped Mark up and carried him off. They walked swiftly in a very opposite direction leaving a waving Fiona and a frowning Shrek.
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