THE PRIME EVILS VS THE TEENIE BABIES
By B.H. Miles
We join our dark lords as they awake for tea with the queen of England. Both Baal and Mephisto are there, but Diablo is running late.
Baal: Where is he? He always does this! Remember my prom? He was supposed to bring my corsage!
Mephisto: Your prom? You just stayed home one night and watched the Dawson's Creek marathon!
Baal: But it was still so magical!
Queen: I am the queen of England!
Meph: Yes Liz, we know.
Queen: I am not wearing underwear!
Baal: Oh, keep talking.
Meph: NO! Please, don't! Baal, shut up!
Diablo (coming in huffing and puffing): Sorry I'm late! I was just.um.busy.
Baal: Yeah right, you just stopped at the bars again, didn't you?
Diablo: Shut up, or I'll sick my Googoo on you!
Meph: Baal, shut up! And Diablo, what do you mean "googoo"?
Diablo: I'm glad you asked, big brother. Introducing the new line of plush toys straight from hell! Here are the Hellspawns!
Queen: I'll take fifty-five and a half!
Diablo: Sold to the women with no undies!
Meph: Slow down, Charlie Brown, I-
Baal: Charlie Brown? What a queer!
Meph: Baal! Watch your language in front of the queen! Diablo, why in our house did you make plush toys?
Diablo: To create an alternative army to counter the teeny babies!
Baal: WHAT?! Teeny babies are sooo old.
Bananas (comes rushing through the door with a butcher knife): We are not old! (stabs Baal)
Baal: Ahh! Oo! Eeh! Oh, wait a minute, that doesn't hurt.
Queen: It's the Australians! You'll never get the money back, never! (jumps through a widow)
Meph: What in the world? (grabs Bananas who is striking everything in his path) How did this happen?
Diablo: I told you I was right! See! See!
Baal: Oh my god! I think I broke a nail!
Diablo: You have no nails!
Baal: Well I'd like some!
Meph: ENOUGH! Diablo, do your plushies come to life to?
Diablo: No, not yet anyway. But, if we find whoever makes these evil things, maybe they can help us.
Baal: Why would they want to help the lords of hell?
Diablo: Why not? They sell these things, don't they?
Baal: Touché.
By B.H. Miles
We join our dark lords as they awake for tea with the queen of England. Both Baal and Mephisto are there, but Diablo is running late.
Baal: Where is he? He always does this! Remember my prom? He was supposed to bring my corsage!
Mephisto: Your prom? You just stayed home one night and watched the Dawson's Creek marathon!
Baal: But it was still so magical!
Queen: I am the queen of England!
Meph: Yes Liz, we know.
Queen: I am not wearing underwear!
Baal: Oh, keep talking.
Meph: NO! Please, don't! Baal, shut up!
Diablo (coming in huffing and puffing): Sorry I'm late! I was just.um.busy.
Baal: Yeah right, you just stopped at the bars again, didn't you?
Diablo: Shut up, or I'll sick my Googoo on you!
Meph: Baal, shut up! And Diablo, what do you mean "googoo"?
Diablo: I'm glad you asked, big brother. Introducing the new line of plush toys straight from hell! Here are the Hellspawns!
Queen: I'll take fifty-five and a half!
Diablo: Sold to the women with no undies!
Meph: Slow down, Charlie Brown, I-
Baal: Charlie Brown? What a queer!
Meph: Baal! Watch your language in front of the queen! Diablo, why in our house did you make plush toys?
Diablo: To create an alternative army to counter the teeny babies!
Baal: WHAT?! Teeny babies are sooo old.
Bananas (comes rushing through the door with a butcher knife): We are not old! (stabs Baal)
Baal: Ahh! Oo! Eeh! Oh, wait a minute, that doesn't hurt.
Queen: It's the Australians! You'll never get the money back, never! (jumps through a widow)
Meph: What in the world? (grabs Bananas who is striking everything in his path) How did this happen?
Diablo: I told you I was right! See! See!
Baal: Oh my god! I think I broke a nail!
Diablo: You have no nails!
Baal: Well I'd like some!
Meph: ENOUGH! Diablo, do your plushies come to life to?
Diablo: No, not yet anyway. But, if we find whoever makes these evil things, maybe they can help us.
Baal: Why would they want to help the lords of hell?
Diablo: Why not? They sell these things, don't they?
Baal: Touché.