W.a.l.t.z o.f. t.h.e P.a.n.t.s

Disclaimer : It's a pity that Shaman King is not mine.

I apologize in advance for my substandard writing. I am sorry if you did not find my humor story humorous at all. I do not blame you. I agree whole heartedly. Actually, no. I am not sorry. I laugh in all your faces...

waltz Function: verb intransitive senses 1 : to dance a waltz 2 : to move or advance in a lively or conspicuous manner : flounce

pant Function: noun Etymology: short for pantaloons 1 : an outer garment covering each leg separately and usually extending from the waist to the ankle -- usually used in plural

Dedicated to the pants wearing people of Earth.

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ao awoke to the sound of snickering. Seeing as how his vision was not clear at the moment, he'd assumed the snickering was coming from the donut in his dream, who was practically begging to be eaten. He sat up and stated, "Fear not, donut dear...I'm coming! I'm coming...I shall ingest you soon...!" Upon further investigation, he found to his displeasure that the snickering belonged to his pants. Of all the things in the world...his pants were laughing for no apparent reason.

"Greetings, Hao-sama," saluted his pants. "It is I, your pants who have made you the man you are today; it was not your hair!" "Indeed," said Hao who was laughing evilly for unknown reasons. His laughing having had subsided, he thought long and hard at what his pants had said. He patted/stroked his silky long hair lovingly, its shiny-ness which took years upon years to perfect. This same shiny-ness, when looked at, could burn one's eyes like a thousand suns; it was that radiant. Countless victims just had to look at his hair to exclaim, "My eyes! My eyes! They burn like a thousand suns!".

But back to the pants. Yes, they were truly magnificent. Green and baggy, with a red belt w/ a star on the buckle. The things on the side, which can only be described as "thingies" (which are red, & and described as descriptively as possible), would billow in the wind, if there was any. At this moment, at this time and this place, there was no wind anywhere. What the pants were doing right about now, Hao would not know, for they were hanging from the ceiling laughing wickedly. His pants spoke once again. "I was watching the telly yesterday, mate and it told me to eat bubbles and squeak! Blimey! Them lit'il crisps and biscuits...they're just too cute! Don't get me started on water closets, mate now is the time to insert what you think the laughter of talking pants sounds like! Feel free to make as many sound affects as you want!" (AN: Not trying to insult British English; just thought it'd be rather fun fun fun to put in)

BRIEF PUBLIC ANNOUNCEMENT

If this story is scaring you, I suggest you run out of house, on to the street, screaming, "THERE'S A SQUIRREL IN MY PANTS!" with your arms flailing as if they could not bear to stop. Run to the nearest...uh...CALENDAR STORE! Tell them that you ordered a calendar, ages ago, but didn't remember to pick it up. It was not your fault you were delayed by those pathetic monkeys with their cakeholes, now was it? Yes, that should help (I borrowed this concept from Captain Underpants. An enchanting series, I should say. )!

BACK TO THE STORY

"Shall we dance, Hao-sama?" inquired the pants. "We shall", deduced Hao. They started dancing a lively dance, that can only be described as the waltz. It was rather lovely to see, a young boy dancing with his pants. It surely would have made any parents proud. The whole Shaman King cast had randomly appeared, and there they were, on their stomachs and laughing. Well, most of them. Except Anna. She was laughing internally (she's too buff, you see, to be laughing whilst everyone else is!). Characters, such as Faust VIIII, Tao Jun, & Silva, were much too tall to be laughing on their stomachs - there would not be enough room for EVERYONE to be laughing on their stomachs! - so they just laughed...whilst standing. Oh yes, laugh, all you want, Shaman King cast, for you are next! Erm...yay!
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