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GLEE: THE BEST DAY OF GLEE'S LIFE

CHAPTER ON: THE WASTELAND

-Burt woke up from a pleasant sleep; unusual, considering the situation he was in. It was the year 4412 A.D, and dinosaurs took over the earth, using mankind's own nuclear weapons to kill off all of their farms, so nobody could eat. This plan, however, backfired, causing all of the dinosaurs to starve to death because there were no pants for them to eat. Now the world was a wasteland, exactly as Glee had envisioned it; motorcycle gangs and barbarians slaughtering off the defenseless remnants of the pre-dino world, while trying to find suitable farmland.

"Good morning, boss!" A gruff voice called from the other side of a tattered curtain.

-It was Finn, and my oh my was he nothing like what he was back in high school; his hair was replaced with a crimson red Mohawk, stained by his countless battles with countless enemies. He wore a leather jacket, and some torn-up jeans, as well as some boots, his eye patch and scraggily goa-tee bringing out his savage nature.

"Good morning, Slim...or was it Jim?" Burt replied in his cheerful manner (Remembering people's names was not something Glee was really good at anymore.)

"It's FINN," Finn replied in an exasperated tone, "And our enemies are coming to attempt to fight us again!"

-"Ah! the enemy!" Burt sighed, "I suppose they're bringing better weapons, this time?" "Yeah," Finn spat at the ground, "Our enemies are going to use fast metal horses, and metal sticks that make loud noises and blood appear!" Burt rolled his eyes, "Get the warriors together, we'll deal with these chickenshits before the sun reaches midsky!"

-It was a bright, sunny day in Glee Land, as it always is, because there has been no rain ever since the nuclear disaster screwed up the weather, causing places like Glee Land to look like the Mojave Desert. The sun poured heat and radiation onto Burt and Flinn's already hideously mutated flesh as they went to assemble the barbarian warriors. Burt chuckled as he thought fondly back to the days of the disaster...