-1This particular story was written using an activity everyone may remember doing in English class. I think I wrote for 1minute and then my brother wrote for 1 minute. I can't remember the time frame but that's not important. The bits my bro wrote are in italics.
I might mention that I misused the word "Vaseline." I believe I was going for Valvoline, as if Nighty was drinking oil instead of tea. It meant nothing to an eleven year old, but now in my perverted little 22 year old mind, it's a bit funny in the wrong way.
Morph and Nightcrawlers's Quickies: The collaboration
Nightcrawler sat outside the mansion in their cast backyard. He was playing tea time with his imaginary friends. "Okay Bob pass the Vaseline. Hey! Don't you eat those cookies, those are for the ants!" He said.
Meanwhile Morph was at the other end of the backyard playing blood and guts war with his imaginary friends Rambo, Tirminater, Robocop and Fred.
Nightcrawler's imaginary friends ran away when Rambo came and shot lil' Earl. Nightcrawler jumped up and drew his sword. "You'll never take my Vaseline!" He yelled as he stabed Rambo. "Come if you dare. Never underestimate the little blue guy!" He said looking around.
"Hey Nightcrawler put that thing away you could poke someone's eye out!" Morph said.
"Guten Tag Morph. You have to get me new imaginary friends. You scared mine away. Oh! Mein Gott! Nein! Nein!" Nightcrawler screamed other german words that Morph couldn't understand. A shadow was cast across the ground as a giant misqueto flew over head looking for juicy
prey. Then Morph pulled out a big Flame througher and toasted the Misqeto. Then Morph took a big bite and said "mmmm. It tastes just like chicken."
"Let me have a bite." said Nightcrawler. Blood spurted out of the Misqeutos abdomen. "Nevermind I don't want any." And with that they walked away.