A/NThis story you are about to read is completely aside from what I usually write. Honestly, if it gets reviews, I might do more Drawn Together fanfics (maybe). I don't watch Drawn Together that much because of the fact that I'm a minor (I'm 14) but I like this one chick named Foxxy Love. So, let's continue, shall we? Again, inspired by Spongebob and written in the style of a play.

Foxxy Love: Well, it's the worst time of the day once again.[cringes as she changes the "Open" sign to "Closed"]Closing time!

Spanky Ham: Well, see you in the A.M., Foxxy Love.

Foxxy Love: Hold on there, Spanky Ham! [pulls Spanky Ham back in a creepy manner] Take that pile of filth out with you. [Clara holds up a trash bag with flies flying around it]

Spanky Ham: [gasps] Foxxy Love, you shouldn't talk about Princess Clara like that!

Clara: She means this filth, you dummy! [She drops the bag on the floor]

Spanky Ham goes to the dumpster while bringing the trash bag]

Spanky Ham: [singing] Takin' out the trash, takin' out the trash.

[Spanky Ham throws the trash in the dumpster and then looks at some writings on the dumpster]

Spanky Ham: Hmm...dumpster writing! The voice of the people! "Up with air, down with bubbles!" [laughs] "Foxes are people too!" [laughs] Ha, those Foxes... Here's one someone didn't finish! Clara smells. [writes the word "good" after "smells"] Good. [laughs] Hmm, what's this one? Foxxy is a... hmm? Foxxy is a [smoo].

Garbage Man: [Clearly disgusted] Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?

Spanky Ham: Well, sometimes, but not... Recently.

Ling Ling: Hi, garbage man. Hi, Spanky Ham.

Spanky Ham: Hi, Ling Ling! Hey, Ling Ling, do you know what this word means?

Ling Ling: "Foxxy..." Uh, isn't she the hot black chick you work for?

Spanky Ham: [pointing to "Foxxy," then the unseen word as they are said] Nah-uh, not that word, that word.

Ling Ling: Hmm...[smoo]! Oh, hey! I think I know what that means. That's one of those sentence enhancers.

Spanky Ham: Sentence enhancers?

Ling Ling: You use them when you want to talk fancy. You just sprinkle it over anything you say, and Wham-o! You've got yourself a spicy sentence sandwich!

Spanky Ham: Oh, I get it! Let me try. [clears his throat] Hello, Ling Ling. Lovely [smoo] day we're having, isn't it?

Ling Ling: Why, yes it is, Spanky Ham. This [smoo] day is particularly [smoo] lovely!

Spanky Ham: How [smoo] right you are, Ling Ling!

[The two say the word a couple of times]

Spanky Ham: Ooh, You're right, Ling Ling, my lips are tingling from the spiciness of this conversation.

Ling Ling: Oh, mine too!

[both laugh]

Spanky Ham: It tingles when I laugh!

[Spanky Ham walks into the Drawn Together Restaurant the next day]

Spanky Ham: Hello, customers, nice [smoo] day we're having, uh? [The customers stop eating and stare in shock]

Toot Braunstein: [gasps] Did he just say?!

Xandir: Aye, he did.

Spanky Ham: Hey, Ling Ling, how the [smoo] are ya?

Ling Ling: [sitting at table at the Drawn Together Restaurant] Pretty [smoo] good, Spanky Ham.

Captain Hero: I thought this was a restaurant, not a potty mouth convention.

Spanky Ham: [taps on the microphone and speaks into it] Attention, customers, today's special is a [smoo] Chesney Cake served in a greasy [smoo] chocolate sauce and grilled to [smoo] perfection. [a mother of several of Wooldoor Sockbat's siblings covers her laughing children's ears and puts soda on one since she doesn't have enough hands] And don't forget to ask us to [smoo] the [smoo] fries. It will be our [smoo] pleasure. [Princess Clara hears the intercom and a giant monkey ear pops out of her head; she pushes it back in] Hi Princess Clara, how the [smoo] are ya?

Ling Ling : Nice [smoo] day, isn't it Clara?

Chad: I don't understand. That guy's talented, he doesn't have to work blue.

Charlotte: Let's go somewhere more family oriented.

[Everyone leaves the Drawn Together Restaurant, grumbling in frustration]

Female Drawn Together universe resident: [chattering (variously and) inaudibly] I'm never eating here again.

Male Drawn Together universe resident: [chattering (variously and) inaudibly] Those foul-mouth bottom feeders.