Disclamer: Well they aren't yours either! (Cheezy Curlz are not real products. I made them up. Don't ask the grocer for any.) QUESTION! What's a flame? I have a vague idea, but I cannae understand.
About 11 years later, give or take
Poor Herring of the Pot, known simply as Hotp, was forced to live in a cabinet under the sink.
"Get-up and fix our Cheezy Curlz ™!" screamed Aunt Foxglove. She patted Dastardly on the head. "My little Dastardkins is hungry." Dastardly began to practice his evil laugh, but chocked on a Cheezy Curl ™.
"Now look what you did, you evil child!" screamed Mr. Dingley.
Suddenly, the computer blew up due to too many emails. A small scrap of paper floated out of the wreckage. It read:
Dear Mr. Pot,
Hello and welcome to Eggnog's School of Twitch, Itch, and Misery. You will need:
Four Holocaust Cloaks
One Wand/Troll Poker
Eggnog – A Mystery By Franko Nutjob
Magical Bulimics and Where to Find Them By the Bulimic Barron
And various other useless items
One may have a rat, cat, bat, slat, splat, OR owl.
Strangely,
Professor McConable
"Foorsooth and alack-a-day! It beith a letter of evil!" cried Mr. Dingley. "We must journey to the hut in the middle of nowhere!" And so they did.
Hotp was randomly drawing things in the dirt with his finger when the man roughly the size of Greenland, also known as Hybrid or MRTSOG, burst through the shotty excuse for a door.
"'Ello Herring. 'Appy Birthday! I brought you a Birthday cake. Might have soy nuts in it, but oh well."
Dastardly immediately began to eat the cake, and then he rolled on the floor in pure agony. Hybrid gave out a Scar-like chuckle. (Oh, come-on we've all seen the Lion King? Right?)
"Shouldn't eat soybeans you weasel." He then gave Dastardly a weasel's tail with his magic paper-fan. "Muahahahaha!" The rest of the Dingles ran around like chickens with their heads cut-off. "Come-on Herring, we've got stuff to do."
Hello loverly reviewers!
Silverfingers: This is how random I am. Without this randomness, the sicosis would take over. Fear my randomness. : )
Calliope Foster: Go Greenland! Wait, you died and then you nearly died. Make-up you mind peoples! And further more, what's LMAO? I'm so confused.
Phyllis Nodrey: Who's Wilya? Do I know her:) Muahaha. I'm annoying.
I'm off to do the snowday dance! TTFN IT WORKED! Victory dance uhuhuh victory dance!
