One day little Heero was walking down the street holding his crayon's hand.
"are you hungwy Gween?"
"A little," Green answered. Together they walked into Wienerschnitzel (pretend it's spelled correctly).
"what do you mean you don't serve hotdogs?!?!" yelled the big scary hotdog man.
"But we do," the not-so-scary lady behind the said and she put the ketchup bottle onto the counter.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!" the hotdog ran out screaming.
"What can I do for you and your crayon," the not-so-scary lady asked them.
"What do you mean you don't serve little boys and cwayons?!?!" Little Heero screamed.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!" Heero and his green crayon ran out screaming. The not-so-scary lady blinked...twice.
"So hungry," Heero's crayon said.
"It was an itsy bitsy teeny weeny yellow polka dot bikini, that she wore for the first time today," a funny-looking-boy-with-a-girlly-braid sang as he happily skipped down the street, but the only thing that Green could notice was the red crayon that was following him.
"What's wrong Gween?" Heero asked his friend. And then he saw her. Red. The crayon every girl crayon hated, and the crayon every boy crayon wanted.
"A little," Green answered. Together they walked into Wienerschnitzel (pretend it's spelled correctly).
"what do you mean you don't serve hotdogs?!?!" yelled the big scary hotdog man.
"But we do," the not-so-scary lady behind the said and she put the ketchup bottle onto the counter.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!" the hotdog ran out screaming.
"What can I do for you and your crayon," the not-so-scary lady asked them.
"What do you mean you don't serve little boys and cwayons?!?!" Little Heero screamed.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!" Heero and his green crayon ran out screaming. The not-so-scary lady blinked...twice.
"So hungry," Heero's crayon said.
"It was an itsy bitsy teeny weeny yellow polka dot bikini, that she wore for the first time today," a funny-looking-boy-with-a-girlly-braid sang as he happily skipped down the street, but the only thing that Green could notice was the red crayon that was following him.
"What's wrong Gween?" Heero asked his friend. And then he saw her. Red. The crayon every girl crayon hated, and the crayon every boy crayon wanted.