Introduction:
The Brotherhood of the Unraveling pants began with one nice pair of jeans, just like most do…
It was a bone-chilling night where if your tongue went mad near a metal pole, you would be stuck until the fire department unstuck your bipolar tongue. A group of unlikely friends were huddled together in their clubhouse, which was a moldy and mildew-y garage that was abandoned by its former master on the corner of huckleberry avenue and a place the gang liked to call "Freaky Deeky Leaky Fishing Area". The group of comrades consisted of Henry, the shy one, Tony, the wild and quite naughty one, Wendell, the anxious one, Fabio, the poor one who was always looking for either food or money, and Darius, the handsome one who worked part-time as a bellybutton model. They were telling stories of creepy mad men and just really weird men along with some monsters and zombies. All of the sudden, while Darius was in the middle of a pointless and quite stupid story (Darius was stupid because of course, no one can be as stunningly handsome as Darius and be intelligent also, its scientifically impossible) a bolt of lightning struck the club house's golden roof (which was donated by Wendell's parents and was quite conductible) and all the boys' denim pants-also known as jeans- unravel, making them look like they'd been working on the railroad all the livelong day, but they had not so it was quite a sight. The lightning made them all super-amazing which meant that they were destined to be a brotherhood and so it was-the brotherhood of unraveling pants.
Once in a blue moon brotherhoods are created which happen to be the best creations in all mankind, not mistaken as womankind. They are very rare and when one is made, tears of joy spring from all the member's eyes for they know that they are the most exuberant and food-worthy of all the forsaken people of our planet. Beyond the grasses of the fields and far more closer than the ones we love are the brotherhoods for that is why we never find them, because they are always too far away and too near. It is a very intrepid thing of brotherhoods to come out in the open, because everyone wants to be a part of the prominent gatherings they hold and the momentous events and memories they share. Sometimes people go to great and enormous and gigantic and amazing and stupendous and very strange heights to become associated with a brotherhood, which of course, can almost always lead to the death of the person trying to be affiliated with the group or one of the people who was already affiliated. On a less enervating note, C# to be exact, here we find Wendell, the geek of the Brotherhood of the unraveling pants, playing the kazoo.