2D Craps on the Crocodile Hunter. I hope you like my story. I hope you enjoy this wonderful story, I spent an entire month working on this fanfic, and if Damon I mean 2D can do a good album in a month I can make a good fic, right?one! Just like my nana always said:

" A drop in the basket is worth a sheppard's shilling "

I hope you enjoy. ^_^

It was a boring day in Plastic Kong. Murdoc was chewing on the sofa, picking out random fluff and beans from his teeth. Suddenly, a knock came on the door.

"Whot ess it?", said the drunken green man, his mouth filled to the brim with all this couch fodder, which he was carefully picking out of his sharp-edged wooden teeth. Walking to the door, his cold nails scraped the doorknob and he thrusted the door open.. in a pelvic motion only he could manage to attain. At the door was a rugged man, with a police officer cap on, a Shamwow in his hand and a Snuggie wrapped around his thick hairy chest. He was a stunning bloke, was about yeigh tall, and yeigh wide.

"Excuse me sir, have you ever-" "I DON'T DO THAT CHRISTIAN CRAP, SIR, LEAVE NOW" He slammed the door on this rugged man, which didn't go well. "Now what was that all 'bout?", screamed Russel from the basement. He had to live there, that's the only place he fit. And not because he's still gigantic, he's just too dang fat. "It wos one of'ose Christian communerssss", said Murdoc with a slur in his voice. He shouldn't have drank that toilet cleaner.

"Man, I've been wantin' to get my Jesus goin' after so much of your Satanic voodoo crud!" said the burly man, climbing up the stairs that usually take "Escape from Plastic Beach" players a whole five hours to descend from. After his arrival from such an upward task, he slapped Murdoc upside the face, opening the door in front of him. "Sir, I am sorry this even happened. Murdoc is a jerky jerk and he shouldn't of done that." The man wearing the Snuggie had been walking away in disdain, but after hearing Russel's apology he heel-face-turned right back to their doorstep.

"Oh that's okay, and I wasn't even here to talk about my beliefs, even if that is a parttime job of mine." Russel scowled at Murdoc, knowing that Murdoc didn't even give the man outside the door a chance. Murdoc shrugged, and the man continued. "Actually, I was coming to tell you that your house is under foreclosure."

Murdoc burst into tears, went into his Winnebago, and cried himself to sleep.

Also Noodle was playing Pong during this whole moment, and 2D crapped on the Crocodile Hunter.

~the end~