Wieners ga Daisuki: Operation Sugoi ! ! !
Once me and some friends concluded that it was necessity for us to liberiate the NIrish because they are our heritage. That is mainly because my blood is of Irish and feel as if that the English had been bad to my people in the past after stunnginly watching the preformance of Mel Gibson's Braveheart. It was quiet the sad film and my tears ended up filling up an entire whole bucket but luckily I had my Kyubey plushie with me at the time (but he has since perished twice unfortunately. I cried buckets again that first time but then the second time he was more evil and ended up sleying my Hamtaro plushie so my buckets where dedicated to my Hamtaro instead that time) and he was able to comfort me and prevent my lucid dreamings to turn into nightmares later on that night so luckily their were no clowns.
So we got in a plane and flew across the sea to NIreland to begin our mission. It was a really long ride and really borign plus Ronnie wouldn't stop putting his hands into his pants and then going to the bathroom for some reason which was really annoying because he picked the window seat and I was in the aisle so he kept scooting past me and Mickey was behind me and keep kicking my chair and panting. But I had my Clifford the Big Red Dog plushie (but he was purple because my baka mom washed him with some of my blue sheets but purple is in my top 7 colours so its ok) there to comfort and council me so there was no need for my bucket.
The food on the air plane was raelly bad too so I tapped one of the air plane ladys as she was walking passed me and explained to her "what is the deal about air plane food huh?" and she looked at me really confused and then turned away but then I heard her giggling to the person in front of me a couple of seconds later so I guess it just took her a minute to get my funny joke. So that made me pretty happy but then Ronnie came back and he was a bit out of breathe and had been in the laboratory for like an hour and he bumped onto my legs as he walked past me. It was also night time outside. But eventually the plane returned to the Earth so we got off and then were off going onto our adventure in the NIreland countryside.
So there we were, off into the wildy of the Nirish homeland in search of more support from the common people of the land to aid us in our quest. Cliffton had been must upset that we were visiting NIreland because it wasn't Japan so he decided "Well since you baka gaijins do not have enough honour to the glorious Nippon with a visit then I deserve to name the operation and I say we name it Operation Sugoi" was what he was telling us as we enjoyed our stroll through the lush green and rocky fields. The moon growled spookily at us from way up above in the sky. Henry is really fat so he doesn't have the stamina that we do (this is most eveident when we play cool games like Settlers of Catan and he has not finished one game with us to this day) so he questioned us "Guys we need to stop I'm really tired and hungry and feel like I am about to throw up."
"Hmmm," nodded Ronnie, nodding as he spoke, "yes my friends, I would say that our friend Henry has brought up a pretty good point here. Maybe we should stop and rest and draw up a formation for what to do next in this operation." So we did. Henry produced a large bucket of Captain D's fileted fried fish that he had smuggled with him through the air port and began munching on his snack. Mickey began to whimper so he through a large fish breast at him which smacked Mickey in the nose, making a loud slurping sound as it slide down his face. Mickey began licking it and then devorred the fish even though it had landed into the grass below us. Haughty and annoyed, Cliffton turned his face away as he cried, "You stupid bakas WOULD bring shitty Yankee-kun food with you but luckily I brought my own packets of pockey with me. Y-you bakas can have s-s-some, b-but i-it's not like I like you… o-or anything…"
I squeezed my Clifford plushie close to my body because I felt a chilly wind that was abnormal and oozed spookiness in it's core. Howling and bone-freezing, the wind reminded me of a time when I had been in the mountains and felt a wind of similar quality. The others noticed it too it would seem when Mickey whimpered, "Uuuggggggguuuuuuuuuuu~~~". Ronnie shifted his eyes around despritely and seemed to be afraid but he bravely decided to go behind one of the rocks so that he could use the bathroom. Despite my fear and insecurities, I opened my fannypack and produced a bag of crusty banana pudding which my mom had packed for me before we left for our adventure as well as my CD player. I began scooping out the delicious, moist pudding with my hand and glubbing it down my throat. My CD player began playing my all time favourite song "Crawling by Linkin Park". So we were just there chilling and resting up for are long journey ahead when when it happened.
A loud roar eminated from deep within the Earths crust. It became very noticeable that a stream of bursting yellow liquid had trickled down Mickey's leg as his whimpers turned into cries "Ug-Uguuu~". With great suddeness, the Earth caved in approximately 57 yards from the very spot we had set up our camp spot (if one could consider such a ground camp-worthy). It was actually write next to wear Ronnie had relocated to relieve his bowels, and he came flying out from behind his rock, white, weaselly, woody wiener waving wildly without worry while witnesses wryly watched. Behind him they're was something of such great horror that my eyes will never forget the sights they were witnessing.
It was an army of skeletons. Booing in the wind, there were also ghosts flying around them.
Mistorunately for Ronnie, his clumsy waddling caused him to collapse fact first into the dirt. I checked my watch and it said it was 3:17pm which greatly confused me but then it came to realization that we were currently located in NIreland which would explain why it was night outside. But Ronnie wasn't so lucky. The ghosts were upon him in seconds. However, ghosts are not physically of this plain so there for they could not do harm upon his skin, but the philosophical damage they were doing was obvious. Foam erupted from his mouth as his body lifted up into the air. "No not this time too I was doing so good at not plowi-" his phrase was sliced in half as the ghosts poured into his wieners, causing him to erupt in a fountain of blood. If it weren't for my Clifford the Big Purple Dog there to hold and calm me then I certainly would've filled up an entire bucket. And not just of tears from fear but also of pee fear.
The skeleton army then decented on us as well. Cliffton began to tremble, "Y-y-you k-k-k-killed h-him, p-p-poor R-r-r-r-ronnie-tan d-d-didn't e-even h-h-h-have a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a ch-chance. Itadakimasuuuuuuuuuguu~" but it was with rage and he charged valently into the hoard of monsters. "I will not be defeated!" barked Mickey as he followed Cliffton into battle. "Run like the wind. And by that I mean the kind of wind that goes very fast in one direction, but then most suddenly will changes directions oddly to avoid obstacles, whilst taking care not to let itself be caught by its enemies" contorted Henry as he crawled after the two, fingering his fried filet fish, preparing to throw them at any and every foe that crossed into his path. And so it was just me left. Well, me and my Clifford the Big Purple Dog plushie. This was by far the spookiest event that had ever yet to unfold in my young life. It was even worse than my worst nightmares, which include the clowns and giant plushies and monsters. Rain began to fall from the black and dark sky above me. With Clifford giving me my encouraging, I fumed "It's about to get soggy" and charged the fields of what would go down into the anals of History as the Battle of Belfast.
But there were too many skeletons and ghost. With wreckless abandon, I swung Clifford at the boney white constructions of bone and my attacks shattered bones but I quickly tired and bursts into tears as stuffing began to rip it's way thru the skull of Clifford. There was no bucket to catch these tears, they crashed around me. Henry had deceminated many skeleton corpses but alas his ammunition of fish had decayed to the point of nonexistence, and he seemed doomed. Mickey had his tail between his legs and attempted to flee but was quickly surrounded, "oh no" he said. Cliffton to was being defeated, "Ugh, I guess it can't be helped. I guess even in the end… I'm the worst…" were the last words he said before falling to one knee. It was the most hopeless situation I had ever been in, and having my faithful friend Clifford the Big Purple Dog leaking stuffing and dying by the second was not helping.
"I, I wish Ronnie were here" Henry proclimated. "I wish I was chewing on a bone" Mickey ejaculated before being punched in the face by a skeleton, "rrrrrrrrrrr" escaped his lips as he feel to the ground. "I just wish I could hold my waifu and tell her I lurve her one last time" Cliffton began sadly, looking up to the raining night sky as raindrops that resembled the tears falling from all of our eyes fell from the sky. "I wish something would come save us from this massive skeleton army" was all I could say.
But as soon as these words left my mouth a loud bolt of lightning roared from the darkness. From the sea something began to rise. It did not take me long to realize the face of what had risen.
It was my Kyubey plushie, once again risen again from the dead for the 3rd time now. But this time he wasn't 37 feet tall. He was as tall as Mount Everest. Kyubey looked at us, "I shall fufill your wishes". And so he did.
Suddenly Ronnie's body rose from the dirt of the NIrish soil. But his flesh was kinda greenish like he was a zombie or something. Suddenly he leviatated and flew through the air towards Mickey, wiener impaling Mickey's mouth. Mickey gurgled and spun in circles, the Ronickey helicopter sweeping aside all skeletons in it's path. Suddenly something else arose from the dirt next to Cliffton as well. It was a pillow of Pico. Cliffton resurged with energy "I will never forgive you, baka skeletonchans! Eat this!" and hugging his Pico pillow tight to his body to keep his warmth, plowed through tender skeletons whole. Suddenly my Clifford the Big Purple Dog began to withdraw it's stuffing and grow in size. It was now a massive 31 feet high and I mounted Clifford. After that, well you could say the struggle wasn't much of a struggle with our new tools of destruction. Within a matter of 3 hours and 14 minutes the entire unit of skeletons and ghosts had been oblivionated. We the victors stood on the field of battle victorious as sun-tan orangified the land around us while it was rising up into the sky to replace moon-kun.
But then I remembered that what we had done was actually horrible. "Wait you guys I had forgotten that by making wishes with Kyubey then we have created a contract with him and now we must become magical boys," was expelled from my mouth very quickly. "Yes that is true, now that the contract is done you will become magical boys and help me defeat the evil plushies and other monsters that haunt this world" unveiled blandly Kyubey, since he is not of this world and thus cannot feel emotions or anything like that. "N-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-no. D-don't j-jo-joke w-wa-w-with m-m-m-n-me! D-damn i-t-t-t-t-tt a-a-all tooooooooooo he-heck!" Cliffton proclaimed as he held Pico so tightly it was if he were going to absorb the pillow into his body. There was only one thing I could get off of my lips as the blackness closed in on us and I could no longer see what was around me because it was too dark as the transformation began and that thing was "Suffer-suru."