One of my first tries at humor fanfiction…

R&R! The number 9991937437257493464 will be very important :D

There once was an Andalite ship. Unfortunately, there were no bathrooms aboard due to a slight (As in large) malfunction with the ship's plans and they couldn't make it after a drought of the Andalite toilet material.

This was a big ship. As you would expect, there were many Andalites aboard this big Andalite ship. It had cost them a lot of money to import the materials from 9991937437257493464 light years away in the random Andalite colonies near the edge of space.

This big ship was a transport. And so, as you would expect on transports, they had a minimal crew so they could stuff as many Andalite cakes aboard as possible. This Andalite ship was supposed to go to China to get blue sandwiches which the Iceland government had a surplus of. The tiny little human beings enjoyed eating Andalite cakes. It reminded most of them of hospitals and dead relatives.

Now, this colony 9991937437257493464 light years away from the Andalite home world(Whatever it's called) wanted croissants from France, since there was a massive drought which was permanent and they couldn't grow croissant trees. So, they called the Andalite transport, and the commander typed in the Andalite phone 999-193-743-725-749-3464.

The Andalite transport was manned by only one Yeerk because they wanted a minimal crew and all Yeerks needed were a swimming pool and some sort of light. Unfortunately for the Andalite colony 9991937437257493464 light years away from the Andalite home world, Yeerks cannot pick up phones. So, they called and got no answer. There was an answering machine, but Yeerks couldn't hear either.

They got angry and used their overpowered unrealistically strong green colored super ultra mega uberlisk cannon of doom on the Skrit Na for being such Skritchy Noses and the cannon ran out of battery(Which came from the Andalite home world 9991937437257493464 light years away from the colony.) So, they asked for it and the Andalite home world sent it.

Now, by now after all this useless junk that took 9991937437257493464 seconds, the transport reached Earth, landing in the African city of Washington D.C. and squished some African Volkswagens for no apparent reason besides the fact that the ticket booth was on the way to Mars where the little green men lived.

So, an Indian hermit in the middle of the very tall Death Valley was ready to pick it up, package it up in Truffle wrap, and force pigs to eat it. After that, he sent it to China which sent it to somewhere else that cannot be specified because the lord of all ablahs commanded it to be that way since the little green men wanted Andalite cakes too.

But the Andalite colony 9991937437257493464 light years away from the Andalite home world had gotten their battery and now prepared to use it on Earth…