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When Marshmallows Attack.
"Hmm, " Beast thought as he surveyed the skim pickings in his sub-basement kitchen.
"Marshmallows, twinkies, butter and cereal,
and NO BODY TO GO SHOPPING! Aghga!" Beast exclaimed as he sub-consciously started to pull pots and pans together.
"Jean is off looking for Scott," Beast grumbled as the pans rattled.
"Rogue is off with the Cajun, spitting out gumbo, Storm is off in Africa and by some miracle,
Bobby's got a date!" Beast complained to himself as he turned on the oven. "I have to travel a half mile to the surface,
just to get into the main kitchen! Bah!" He continues to chortle as he greases the pot with butter.
" Just once I wish that someone would hang aroung and entertain ME, just once!"
Beast exclaimed as he added the whole bag of marshmallows and began to stir.
" Some frickin food! That's all I wanted, you health nuts! Is that so much!"
he continued to complain as he added the cereal to the mushy goo. "Some bacon or something at least!"
Beast prattled as he broke open twinkies and placed them on the bottom of a pan.
"Some friends they are! Leave me here to stew in my own creative juices."Beast mumbled as
he poured the mushy marshmallow goop over the gutted twinkies. "I guess I'll just have to
wait for Bobby to come home crying because his date doesn't like him or something."
Beast contenued to complain as he sat down to check his beloved email for an hour.
"Bobby's not home. Mercy I hope that boy's protected. Don't want a legion of Drakes around here."
Beast said as he cut his concoction and ate. " Mffnonn uddr Summr's Fmaly." Beast garbled as he ate his
twinkies. "Hey? Wfs disf Gahh!" He said as he looked down to find himself one blue, sticky mess.
"Gif if ofa me MaaHaggg!" Beast yelled as he ran through his lab attracting loose papers, test tubes and small moths.
He contenued to run flailing his stuck together arms through the house and even attracted Jeans cat,
well, after awhile, Bobby showed back up a snotty mess of lipstick and boogers and was proptly scared into a heart
attack from Beast's gooey and dirt filled site. Upon Beast clearing his
eyes to find Bobby nearly dead, he muttered something about "STD's" and began the resussition procedures.
Bobby turned out not to have had a heart attac, but merly passed out from the cat dander; however, he
managed to wake up with his face stuck to a big, blue and sticky fur ball.
Just as the two were trying to pry their faces apart, Everybody walked in, and thought nothing of it all.
Except Jubilee, whom promptly pitched in, "I knew it!"
The moral of this story is Junk Food and Sodas rot your teeth.
The End.
When Marshmallows Attack.
"Hmm, " Beast thought as he surveyed the skim pickings in his sub-basement kitchen.
"Marshmallows, twinkies, butter and cereal,
and NO BODY TO GO SHOPPING! Aghga!" Beast exclaimed as he sub-consciously started to pull pots and pans together.
"Jean is off looking for Scott," Beast grumbled as the pans rattled.
"Rogue is off with the Cajun, spitting out gumbo, Storm is off in Africa and by some miracle,
Bobby's got a date!" Beast complained to himself as he turned on the oven. "I have to travel a half mile to the surface,
just to get into the main kitchen! Bah!" He continues to chortle as he greases the pot with butter.
" Just once I wish that someone would hang aroung and entertain ME, just once!"
Beast exclaimed as he added the whole bag of marshmallows and began to stir.
" Some frickin food! That's all I wanted, you health nuts! Is that so much!"
he continued to complain as he added the cereal to the mushy goo. "Some bacon or something at least!"
Beast prattled as he broke open twinkies and placed them on the bottom of a pan.
"Some friends they are! Leave me here to stew in my own creative juices."Beast mumbled as
he poured the mushy marshmallow goop over the gutted twinkies. "I guess I'll just have to
wait for Bobby to come home crying because his date doesn't like him or something."
Beast contenued to complain as he sat down to check his beloved email for an hour.
"Bobby's not home. Mercy I hope that boy's protected. Don't want a legion of Drakes around here."
Beast said as he cut his concoction and ate. " Mffnonn uddr Summr's Fmaly." Beast garbled as he ate his
twinkies. "Hey? Wfs disf Gahh!" He said as he looked down to find himself one blue, sticky mess.
"Gif if ofa me MaaHaggg!" Beast yelled as he ran through his lab attracting loose papers, test tubes and small moths.
He contenued to run flailing his stuck together arms through the house and even attracted Jeans cat,
well, after awhile, Bobby showed back up a snotty mess of lipstick and boogers and was proptly scared into a heart
attack from Beast's gooey and dirt filled site. Upon Beast clearing his
eyes to find Bobby nearly dead, he muttered something about "STD's" and began the resussition procedures.
Bobby turned out not to have had a heart attac, but merly passed out from the cat dander; however, he
managed to wake up with his face stuck to a big, blue and sticky fur ball.
Just as the two were trying to pry their faces apart, Everybody walked in, and thought nothing of it all.
Except Jubilee, whom promptly pitched in, "I knew it!"
The moral of this story is Junk Food and Sodas rot your teeth.
The End.