A/N: Pay no attention to the spilled apples all over the floor...
Jack: She had pudding cups, too!
A/N: Shaddup, Jack! The government could be reading.
Brwf: Every time you vote Republican, God kills a kitten. Please, think of the kittens.
A/N: Enough of our political views. Enjoy the story.
Wuya: You fail.
The next few things that happened were…..unexpected. First of all, they were in a field. Second of all, they were all black and white and their eyes were replaced by black oval pac-men. Wuya was a mosquito. "I never thought I would steep so low…" she muttered.
Kimiko's ponytails turned into talking mushrooms.
"Um…why are my pockets filled with cans of spinach?" asked Raimundo.
All of Jack's machines were made up of farm animals. His Heli-Pack was a couple of chickens and his Jack-Bots were cows with boxing gloves on springs attached to their heads.
Clay's hat had eyes and a mouth and was jabbering on about something that had to do with an expensive haircut.
Dojo was a green battery-operated lamp. "Well, this sucks," he said.
Omi's head was a won-ton. No surprise there.
Clay's hat licked it's lips and clamped it's jaws onto Omi's head.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Omi screamed, running around in circles for about an hour until Clay finally managed to lasso it and yank it off.
"Sorry about that, little buddy," he said.
"I AM BLEEDING CHEESE!" Omi screamed.
"AHAHA! OHOHOHOHOHO! HAHAHAHAHAHEEHEE! THAHAT'S HYSTERICAL!" Jack laughed. One of his chickens pecked him on the head. "Ow!" Said Jack.
"Now that's hysterical!" Said Wuya.
A/N: I've had no reviews! (sob)
Brwf: I reviewed you.
A/N: YOU DON'T COUNT! (cries more) If you review, I'll give you one of Jack's pudding cups!
Jack: NOOOOO! (superflyingtacklepounce)
A/N: Stop! Emily, control your pets!
Wuya: (sigh) R & R, please. Emily, remove Jack!