I have finally lost it.
Note: This story takes place 3 years afterwards of my other. Also, Ash and
Co. are Advanced ages. [bows politely to reviewers]
Warning: This contains some Tracey bashing, and even less Brock bashing
Brad: That...was priceless. [wipes tears off eyes]
Brock: You think it's funny, do you?
Brad: No! Not at all funny!
Brock. Okay. Tracey, you know what to do.
Tracey: Doggie Dare, Squinto. . .
Brock: Why you little... Bash Cornpuffs!
Tracey: Hey, Corny Puffs!
C.P.: What, mortal?
Tracey: You are so ugly, your momma has to tie a pork chop around your neck just so the dog would play with you!
C.P.: . . .
Tracey: Yeah, and you are stupid too! What kind of toilet did you get this terd of an idea come from? You know what? I'm going to be the narrator of this story!
CP: [divine looking hand comes out of ceiling surrounded by little cherubs and grabs Tracey and Brock by the underpants and hangs them on a high limb on a tall tree] Anyone else want a piece of me?
Group: No, sir!
CP: Didn't think so. I'm coming down there now. I feel I should observe this from down there. [comes down bathed in light that goes away like cheap imitation gold smoke] Now let's get this show on the road!
May: I want to go, since Brock or Tracy aren't in here, so, I'll choose Kath!
Kath: Dare.
May: I dare you to chase Cornpuffs with a mallet or frying pan!
Kath: [smiles really, really evilly] As you wish, May.
C.P: [gulps] Oh, dog poo...[gets beaten bloody by Kath] I think I should end this, now, before I get hurt...ow..
Brad: That...was priceless. [wipes tears off eyes]
Brock: You think it's funny, do you?
Brad: No! Not at all funny!
Brock. Okay. Tracey, you know what to do.
Tracey: Doggie Dare, Squinto. . .
Brock: Why you little... Bash Cornpuffs!
Tracey: Hey, Corny Puffs!
C.P.: What, mortal?
Tracey: You are so ugly, your momma has to tie a pork chop around your neck just so the dog would play with you!
C.P.: . . .
Tracey: Yeah, and you are stupid too! What kind of toilet did you get this terd of an idea come from? You know what? I'm going to be the narrator of this story!
CP: [divine looking hand comes out of ceiling surrounded by little cherubs and grabs Tracey and Brock by the underpants and hangs them on a high limb on a tall tree] Anyone else want a piece of me?
Group: No, sir!
CP: Didn't think so. I'm coming down there now. I feel I should observe this from down there. [comes down bathed in light that goes away like cheap imitation gold smoke] Now let's get this show on the road!
May: I want to go, since Brock or Tracy aren't in here, so, I'll choose Kath!
Kath: Dare.
May: I dare you to chase Cornpuffs with a mallet or frying pan!
Kath: [smiles really, really evilly] As you wish, May.
C.P: [gulps] Oh, dog poo...[gets beaten bloody by Kath] I think I should end this, now, before I get hurt...ow..