Chapter Raccoon: Trash Treasure
The massive power of the chin was like that crimson Fairly Oddparents dude. The only power of Ray now was the John Travolta in his mighty lifetime.
"I never knew that Ray the stinkin' Flying Duder was also the John Travolta!" said Metal Sonic in amazement.
"I did," said Jet. "I read it in that cactus tome."
"I see, brother!"
Charmy looked down at his empty hand. The lack of Yu-Gi-Oh was unsettling, but so much more was Ray's new form.
"I have the power to quell this madman now…" said Ray Travolta. He flexed for sunlight on his abdominals.
Banjo winced in pain as the sunlight struck him in the cornea. "I will destroy your very essence!"
Ray Travolta pulled out his holy camera that could kill ghosts and vampires. "This is why you always were a bad student at the academy, Banjo…" he seethed with chin.
Charmy noticed the energy of high dangers and stuck his hand deep into the mayo jar. His extraction was one of absolute perfect, granting him two additional pairs of arms. "I am a spider now…" he said.
"But spiders do not have wings!" said Banjo with smart book ethics.
"Yes, but I am a peacock spider, so deal with it, knave!" Charmy shouted. He then picked up an apostrophe and slammed it into Banjo's molar sockets.
Banjo reeled back in pain and then he was distracted so ray Travolta shot him with camera powers.
"My spine is hurting!" Banjo cried. "That is why I'll use it to defeat your holy lives!"
With that, Banjo ripped his own spine out using his ghost powers and then sang Danny Phantom like a boss.
New Continue?