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Disclaimer: We not own Maximum Ride, the Pillsbury Doughboy, Mrs. Buttersworth, or Betty Crocker. Also, we don't own a hedgehog named JebQ. But we really wish we did.
Once in a far away land of tickle me elmo, Max was having another nightmare about the Pillsbury Doughboy. Hee hee hee! The Doughboy was chasing her down the street yelling "WHERE'S THE FRICKIN' CREAM FILLING?". Max was afraid the Doughboy had finally snapped. She blamed it on all that darn poking, it was an unhealthy habbit.
Then Fang jumped out of the closet and yelled something about salami monsters doing unspeakable things to him. Max's brain went BOBBLE!
That man is standing next to the moon.
Max ran down an empty alley way screaming for Mexican strippers to save her. But no one came. And that, like, really sucked.
"LOOLOOLOO!" came the mAting call of the dodo bird. Iggy was trying to cook bacon but the dodo bird swooped in, stole the bacon, and started to do unspeakable things to it.
Nudge died. No one knows how. No one cares. Except for - OMFG JEB IS EATING HER!
Just as the Doughboy cornered her in the alleyway, she dropped dead, her head exploding into million pieces. Who could be responsible for this dastardly deed?
Suddenly, Mrs Buttersworth popped out of a cookie jar with an evil laugh and a knife. A Buttersworth knife.
"IT WAS YOU?"
"No, it was Betty Crocker. ...No really it was. I'm here for the dodo bird."
As Mrs Buttersworth chased the dodo bird around with a giant net, Betty Crocker jumped out of a giant oven holding numchuks and exclaiming "BRING IT ON SUCKAHS!" She took a deep breath in and spewed out fire, scorching a hole in the wall.
Fang climbed through the hole in the wall holding a salami in one hand, and in the other hand... A burnt salami. "WHO BURNT MY SALAMI?" He yelled, bursting into tears. Max awoke in a cold sweat.
Her eyes darted around the room and stopped when they landed on Fangles, who was sitting in the corner staring at her blankly. He jumped up and leapt to the foot her bed. "Hey Max want some breakfast?" He asked much too cheerily.
"Sure..." Max mumbled, groggy from sleep and confusion. Fang held up a large burnt salami.
"HERE!" he yelled. "IT'S A BURNT SALAMI!"
Max took the salami uncertainly, looking down at it then back up at Fang, only to discover that fang had turned into the Pillsbury Doyboy. "HEEHEEHEE!" he giggled gleefully as Max screamed awake once again.
She really should cut down on the midnight snacks.
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