Junie B decided to go to the restaurant that serves hamburgers!
Grace hid the poop in her used lunchbox, and kept the lid on tight. Tight! She and Junie B went in the burger place, and one of the workers walked up to Grace and Junie B.
-Sniff, sniff!- "Excuse me please! We want Burger King to smell nice and clean, not like a farm! You will have to pay 30 dollars if you violate our policy for this restaurant! Otherwise, fuck off!"
"He just said the F word! Mama taught me not to say bad words!" Grace said. Junie B replied "The name of this place is Burger King! Where is that fat guy with a crown who works in restaurant all day serving fat people with chicken nuggets, whoppers and french fries?"
Junie B decided to sleep next to Burger King until the fast food joint closed, eating grass and drinking rain to survive.
"It's... Friday! We won't miss school, Junie B! I know where to put that poo poo pile-" Junie B then said...
"In the soft serve ice cream machine!"
"Yeah! People will mistake it for triple chocolate! And GAG!" Grace replied in excitement.
Junie B found a rock in the grass, picked it up, and -SMASH!- threw it at the window. The two girls walked in and groped their way through the silent building. Glass shards were scattered all over the floor, but the children's feet were protected by the soles of their shoes.
Grace, after a little groping, flipped on a light switch. Junie B exclaimed "LOOK! A Soft Serve Ice Cream Machine!"
Grace came over and pondered how they could open that machine.
"I see a fat guy with keys! He doesn't give a fuck or shit what we are doing!" Junie B snatched the man's keys off his hand, and opened the ice cream machine.
Grace dumped the poop into the machine and the two girls ran back home!
-THE NEXT DAY-
Jim went to Burger King to order a soft serve ice cream cone. He paid his bill, went to the machine, and pulled the little handle down. Out came the ice cream! Yum! Jim took a big lick.
"EW! This stuff literally tastes like my dog's poop! God Damn It! I want my money back!"
"I'm sorry Slim Jim, but we don't give money back."
"OH CRAP! I'M GONNA THROW YOUR BUTT TO THE GROUND!" Jim threw the manager on the ground, facing on his bottom.
"AH! DAMN IT! WHY DIDN'T I WORK AT MCDONALD'S INSTEAD?!"