Almost Part 11, More Like Interlude 42.1111
Driving home after being sprung from the joint was little fun for Michael and Kyle after their make ou… run in with the transvestites…
HOLD ON, this is the story here. This is EASTER SUNDAY, I refuse to allow anymore potty humor today. I'm not religious, but man, I don't want to be damned because I have a sick **** for an author. So, your regularly scheduled part will be posted later. I'll give you an interlude for now. Anyone complains, look at the crap about the B.C. comic.
Setting: Redneck looking dive, called the Dew Drop Inn (Reference to the original "Uneasy Rider")
Alex: THANK YOU STORY.
Max: Phew, that was nice of the story. Even though for us it isn't really kinda sorta being Easter, is it? The Author never really established a time line.
Michael: Beats me when it is, I don't care. As long as we aren't getting abused.
Kyle: Amen Brother Michael!
Brain: Pardon me, but I was brought in to consult about this plan Alex has.
Alex: Oh, yeah, come on over here with me and I'll show you the lay out.
Kyle: Wait, don't all his plans fall through horribly?
Brain: Shut up mammal.
Michael: Maybe we should give him to the next Survivor season so they could eat him.
Brain And Alex Walk Off Disgusted
Max: Don't be so rude.
Kyle: Not rude, besides we all know Pinky is the real star of the show.
Pinky: Nog, I'm just Larry to his Moe.
Kyle: You're more like Moe to his Shemp.
Pinky: Zoink, nah. NARF.
Kyle: YOU ROCK MAN, You should rule the world. Use Smurfs as an army, take us over, yeah! Poit!
Michael: Kyle, you're scaring me…
Kyle: NOG!
Pinky: ZOINK!
Kyle & Pinky Together: NARF!
Max: STOP THE INSANITY
Michael: This is how they're going to keep from being invaded by aliens isn't it?
Drunk Mouse: Used to be *hiccup* that I'ddahelped *hiccup* but I cain't anymore… fail to save one *hiccup* lousy city and they brand you a cheesaholic.
Max: You didn't save a city because you were eating cheese?
Drunk Mouse: IT WAS GOOD CHEESE, so I was drinking *hiccup* some wine with it…
Michael: So you're an alcoholic too?
Drunk Mouse: Don't you judge me you reject from the hair club for men.
Michael: That's it, this mouse is dead.
Michael Attacks The Drunk Mouse And Is Knocked Easily On His Ass
Kyle: Zoink.
Pinky: Nog.
Kyle: Narf?
Pinky: Narf.
Michael: Narf! My aching butt, zoink.
Max: Michael, you're speaking like them.
Michael: What, nog, are you talking about Maxwell?
Max: Listen to yourself.
Michael. I have, NARF, no idea what you mean.
Max: Oh no, it's spreading…
Kyle: Pinky, are you pondering what I'm pondering?
Pinky: I think so Kyle, but wouldn't the WB frown on bestiality?
Max: ALEX! HELP!
Alex And Brain Return To Find Max Crying, Kyle Talking Animatedly With Pinky, Michael Laid Out Unconscious On The Floor With The Drunk Mouse Eating Cheese Off Him
Alex: Yeah?
Brain: What happened here?
Max: Kyle and Pinky are bonding, nearing bondage, Michael got laid out by the drunken mouse and I'm going crazy from it all.
Brain: Very well, I believe the time has come for our drunken friend, Pinky and myself to depart. Alex, your plan is very well thought out. Contact me if you ever wish to take over the world.
Alex: Sure thing Brain.
Brain: Come now Pinky, we must leave and prepare for tonight. And bring your drunken friend.
Pinky: Sure thing Brain, but what are we going to do tonight?
Brain: Something different Pinky, tonight we try to TAKE OVER THE WB!
Pinky: Cool, nog.
Kyle: Narf!
Unconscious Michael: Zoink.
Max: STOP.
Alex: Bye.
Drunken Mouse: HERE I COME TO SAVE THE, ah f*** it, I'm going to go bang Minnie while that wuss Mickey is away.
With That The Three Mice Depart Leaving A Scarred Max, Unconscious Michael, Enlightened Alex And A… A… Pinkified Kyle.
Driving home after being sprung from the joint was little fun for Michael and Kyle after their make ou… run in with the transvestites…
HOLD ON, this is the story here. This is EASTER SUNDAY, I refuse to allow anymore potty humor today. I'm not religious, but man, I don't want to be damned because I have a sick **** for an author. So, your regularly scheduled part will be posted later. I'll give you an interlude for now. Anyone complains, look at the crap about the B.C. comic.
Setting: Redneck looking dive, called the Dew Drop Inn (Reference to the original "Uneasy Rider")
Alex: THANK YOU STORY.
Max: Phew, that was nice of the story. Even though for us it isn't really kinda sorta being Easter, is it? The Author never really established a time line.
Michael: Beats me when it is, I don't care. As long as we aren't getting abused.
Kyle: Amen Brother Michael!
Brain: Pardon me, but I was brought in to consult about this plan Alex has.
Alex: Oh, yeah, come on over here with me and I'll show you the lay out.
Kyle: Wait, don't all his plans fall through horribly?
Brain: Shut up mammal.
Michael: Maybe we should give him to the next Survivor season so they could eat him.
Brain And Alex Walk Off Disgusted
Max: Don't be so rude.
Kyle: Not rude, besides we all know Pinky is the real star of the show.
Pinky: Nog, I'm just Larry to his Moe.
Kyle: You're more like Moe to his Shemp.
Pinky: Zoink, nah. NARF.
Kyle: YOU ROCK MAN, You should rule the world. Use Smurfs as an army, take us over, yeah! Poit!
Michael: Kyle, you're scaring me…
Kyle: NOG!
Pinky: ZOINK!
Kyle & Pinky Together: NARF!
Max: STOP THE INSANITY
Michael: This is how they're going to keep from being invaded by aliens isn't it?
Drunk Mouse: Used to be *hiccup* that I'ddahelped *hiccup* but I cain't anymore… fail to save one *hiccup* lousy city and they brand you a cheesaholic.
Max: You didn't save a city because you were eating cheese?
Drunk Mouse: IT WAS GOOD CHEESE, so I was drinking *hiccup* some wine with it…
Michael: So you're an alcoholic too?
Drunk Mouse: Don't you judge me you reject from the hair club for men.
Michael: That's it, this mouse is dead.
Michael Attacks The Drunk Mouse And Is Knocked Easily On His Ass
Kyle: Zoink.
Pinky: Nog.
Kyle: Narf?
Pinky: Narf.
Michael: Narf! My aching butt, zoink.
Max: Michael, you're speaking like them.
Michael: What, nog, are you talking about Maxwell?
Max: Listen to yourself.
Michael. I have, NARF, no idea what you mean.
Max: Oh no, it's spreading…
Kyle: Pinky, are you pondering what I'm pondering?
Pinky: I think so Kyle, but wouldn't the WB frown on bestiality?
Max: ALEX! HELP!
Alex And Brain Return To Find Max Crying, Kyle Talking Animatedly With Pinky, Michael Laid Out Unconscious On The Floor With The Drunk Mouse Eating Cheese Off Him
Alex: Yeah?
Brain: What happened here?
Max: Kyle and Pinky are bonding, nearing bondage, Michael got laid out by the drunken mouse and I'm going crazy from it all.
Brain: Very well, I believe the time has come for our drunken friend, Pinky and myself to depart. Alex, your plan is very well thought out. Contact me if you ever wish to take over the world.
Alex: Sure thing Brain.
Brain: Come now Pinky, we must leave and prepare for tonight. And bring your drunken friend.
Pinky: Sure thing Brain, but what are we going to do tonight?
Brain: Something different Pinky, tonight we try to TAKE OVER THE WB!
Pinky: Cool, nog.
Kyle: Narf!
Unconscious Michael: Zoink.
Max: STOP.
Alex: Bye.
Drunken Mouse: HERE I COME TO SAVE THE, ah f*** it, I'm going to go bang Minnie while that wuss Mickey is away.
With That The Three Mice Depart Leaving A Scarred Max, Unconscious Michael, Enlightened Alex And A… A… Pinkified Kyle.