This story may or may not end soon.
"I'm getting bored and tired....." Spottedpaw13 yawned.
"Announce!" Cinderpaw spat.
"Now," Joseph added.
"Or we WILL get on and MAKE the story about US!" Yoshin added.
"I'm so tired, I couldn't care less, go ahead..." Spottedpaw13 yawned.
"We're going to keep this short by making Lavapaw say everything," Cinderpaw mewed. "BEGIN!"
"Okay, so First of all, Valentines Day is soon. Tell that special someone you love them, because WE certainly won't." Lavapaw made a gagging noise.
"LOVE FOR THE-" Cinderpaw began.
"Shush!" Nightpaw31 whispered. "People in relationships are reading this."
"...Lose?" Cinderpaw muttered.
"GREAT. Good JOB, Cinderpaw. Now you've offended almost everyone in the world." If looks could kill, Cinderpaw would be dead now at Spottedpaw's paws. Er, eyes.
"Second of all, Pearl Harbor day was two months ago..." Lavapaw trailed off. "Respect Hawaii!"
"Hawaii has volcanoes," Sam Umino the ninja added. "YAY FOR LAVA!"
"I like lava," Lavapaw commented. "Moving along, Martin Luther King Jr. Day was a few weeks ago. Hurray for civil rights!"
"Stop being so racist, and stop being so sexist," Cinderpaw muttered.
"This is rated K+," Stripepaw growled.
"Excuse me, princess."
OnekitII rolled his eyes. "Another overused joke. What's one more? Do a barrel roll, Cinderpaw."
"Anyway, President's Day/Week is here...in two days," Lavapaw added. "Depends on how many days you get off. Anywho, hurray for the presidents, they've given us days off."
"Huzzah," Spottedcinder rolled her eyes.
"Stop being so dead," Spottedpaw13 muttered in her sleep.
Spottedcinder gave her a scared look and vanished.
"Spottedpaw13 has asked me to tell you yet again that She caught a shiny Mightyena today, even though that's not a holiday....it's shiny." Lavapaw shrugged.
"That's about it," Firefrost admitted.
"It's good enough," James Bond replied. Cinderpaw retaliated by shooting James Bond in the head.
"Good night, USA, Canada, Brazil, Poland, Japan, Britain, France, Spain, and Austria," Lavapaw mewed.
Emberfoot gasped, and blackness filled the screen.
I'm back from the dead (dead humor...haha), but this story probably won't survive much longer due to lack of interest. Nothing to do with you more than to do with me.
