Disclaimer: (Eep! My first one! XD) I don't own Ragetti or PotC… bummer, eh? Neither do I own Spaghettios or the nifty vitamins and minerals in Spaghettios. Bah Humbug! I don't own Harry Potter either- THANK GOD!
"Ah, what a fine Summer day!" said Ragetti in cultured tones that were very unlike him.
But that was it for the cultured tones. "I think I migh' just do a li'l jig ta celebrate this 'ere day!"
He rubbed his nose, and then got up from the table he was sitting at and did a wild jig.
The wild jig went on for some time, until Ragetti's wild jigging jigged his eyeball right out of his jiggy head. The eyeball flew a few feet, and finally landed in some tall grass.
"Well, tha's no fun at all!" Ragetti pouted, crossing his arms over his chest. "But, I shall not leteth thateth ruineth myeth dayeth!"
Apparently, the cultured tones were back again.
Anyhoo, Ragetti dropped to his hands and knees and began to crawl around in search of his eyeball.
Even though his current situation wasn't the most fun, he decided that this day was so wonderful, nothing could possibly make it better.
Except Spaghettios.
Ragetti's mind drifted off into a lazy Spaghettios daydream, and it was then that Ragetti clonked his head upon something. The something made an odd tinnish clang, and something small rattled around in Ragetti's head. (Three guesses what that was!)
"Ouch," he muttered, "Tha' hurt!"
He looked up to see what he had run into. It was a freaky looking boy with owlish glasses and a lightning-bolt scar on his forehead.
Ragetti reeled backwards in horror. He screamed like a little girl. He shielded his eyes as best he could. He choked back tears of terror.
"Hey!" sniveled the freak. "That's not very nice! You hurt my feeeeeelings!"
Screwing up his hideous face, the boy pointed a hot pink stick at him and howled a cheap faux-Latin phrase. That little bit of voodoo caused Ragetti's eyeball to soar through the air and hit Ragetti in the forehead.
Ragetti blinked, but he valiantly picked up his eyeball and stuck it back in it's socket. It went off to the side a little bit, but that was okay, because it made him look like a cool, crazed pirate man!
"You look like a cool, crazed pirate man!" Scar-boy exclaimed, a look of intense delight on his face.
Scar-boy was then squished by a giant can of Spaghettios that fell from the sky.
Upon seeing the Spaghettios, Ragetti's (real) eye widened, and the cultured tones returned.
"O! Glorious day!" he sang operatically, dancing and twirling over to the can of Spaghettios. "There is a God!"
He then graded the can in a fierce embrace.
He caressed it fondly.
He kissed it.
He-
CENSORED!
No. Noooo. NO! He did not do that! What do you guys think I am, some kind of belly dancing chicken freak! Sheesh!
What I was about to say was that he began to climb up the side of the oversized can to see if the top was conveniently open.
It was, and he sang a joyful song and dived in,
Unfortunately, he promptly croaked.
Turns out that he had never eaten or swam in Spaghettios before. Turns out he didn't know he had a severely severe allergy to little round pastas in tomato and cheese sauce with 6 essential vitamins and minerals (see nutrition information for sodium content).
But at least he died happy.