Monty Python and The Spam Factory.
Once in britan lived Graham Chapman, He was a poor monty python. He lived with his family, which was poor.
One day a Spamatier opened his Spam factory, that was said to be closed for good, to 7 lucky People. The spamateir name? Stan Spamalot...
Stan Spamalot placed 7 lavander tickets in 7 cans of Spam, the tickets could be in any type of spam, regular, smoked hickory, or any other (including light). The winning tickets were even harder to find with this twist.
This is where our story begins...dramatic cord
Graham Chapman was walking home from school one day when he noticed a lot of people make a fuss about the papers. "Stupid News Papers..." He muttered, knowing he was to poor to afford them. More people were gathered around Televisions "Stupid Televisions..." He said knowing he was much to poor to afford those either.
He finally reached his home, which was more like a shack. He walked in. Nodding to his grandparents, which should have been dead because Graham knew they were way over 100 years old...anyway, thats off the story, His youngest grandparent, his grandfather on his father's side, Grandpa Dennis, beckoned him over, his other grandparents were asleep...at least it seemed like they were...dramtic cord
"Graham, I've bought something for you, I've saved up all my life and thought it would be wise just to blow it all on you and then hope that it would get us fame and fortune." He said pulling a can of spam out from under his pillow. "But Grandpa Dennis..." Graham began, then noticing the glare in his grandfather's eyes he stopped. "Fine, I'll open it, but remember the tickets could be in any can of spam, any flavor any color of spam...all over the world!" He said opening the can of spam. "Nope, no lavander ticket." He ended his rant.