CH7

Sarah POV

This is all too confusing. But I can't believe that the others don't know that- wait. What is it again? I forgot...oh well. Everything is confusing though. Molly? Erin? Lizz? Laura? Lucy? There is no possible way to be in a cartoon. Is there? I'm usually a logical thinker. Usually. There just is no way. Suddenly, I heard a clopping noise. A soldier in armor came up to me.

"Are you suggesting coconuts migrate?" he asked. He threw a pair of coconuts at me.

"What?" I called out, confused.

"And how could a swallow carry a coconut? It's a weight ratio! A five ounce bird cannot carry a one pound coconut. Besides, to maintain air-speed velocity a swallow needs to beat its wings forty-three times every second, right?

"What?"

"Am I right?" A second soldier appeared at his side.

"What if it's carried by an African swallow?" he asked.

"We're in Europe! And besides, African swallows are non-migratory."

"Right, I forgot about that," the second man said. They both disappeared and a ragged old man appeared.

"What is the air-speed velocity of an unladen swallow?" he asked.

"African or European?" I asked. At this the man disappeared. Then a group of lemurs appeared at my feet. Music blared.

I like to move it, move it

I like to move it, move it

I like to move it, move it

You like to? MOVE IT!

This continued on for a while until one of them jumped up and shouted, "Run for your lives!" They did just that and I looked around, curious as to what they were running from. All of a sudden, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley appeared.

"BOTHER! BOTHER! BOTHER! BOTHER! BOTHER! BOTHER! BOTHER! BOTHER! BOTHER! BOTHER! BOTHER! BOTHER! BOTHER! BOTHER! BOTHER! BOTHER! BOTHER! BOTHER! BOTHER! BOTHER! BOTHER! BOTHER!"

"Get 'em off me!" I shouted.

"BOTHER! BOTHER! BOTHER! BOTHER! BOTHER! BOTHER! BOTHER! BOTHER! BOTHER! BOTHER! BOTHER! BOTHER! BOTHER! BOTHER! BOTHER! BOTHER! BOTHER! BOTHER! BOTHER! BOTHER! BOTHER! BOTHER!" This continued on for a while until a flash of green light zapped them.

"Glad that's over," I said.

Two goats ran past me and then a little kid and his mom.

"Mommy, what were those goats doing back there?" he asked.

"Well, sweetie, they were fighting," she said.

"Oh."

AN- okay...okay...-starts laughing-...to understand that you have to hear another story...

cookiemuncher7237 (formerly known as kidgonebananas)- This is gonna be good!

potatokid555-you're telling them this story?

WordBender03-yeah...you got a problem with it?

potatokid555- yes...you'll be soiling they're clean minds...

cookiemuncher7237-CLEAN MINDS?

potatokid555- never mind...

WordBender03-okay...like I was saying...this was when I was...about 2 or something...I was at a zoo and passing by the goats...two of them were...mating...and this little kid asked his mom what they were doing and she told him that they were fighting...

I couldn't help but laugh. I felt something tug at my jeans. I looked down and saw a small kitten.

"Aww!" I said, stroking its head. "Ow!" It bit me and pulled out a sword.

"Ha!" it shouted. It carved a 'P' into the nearest tree.

"Pray for mercy from Puss In Boots!"

I laughed. The little kitty got pissed and bit me again before running off. I was really confused. A little bunny hopped by repeating, "I'm late! I'm late!" over and over again. Then Kenny got crushed by a tree.

"Oh my God! They killed Kenny!" Stan shouted.

"You bastards!" Kyle yelled.

Then Lucy ran past me, a small crab chasing her.

"Under the sea;

Under the sea;

Down here it's better;

where it is wetter;

take it from me!"

"GET IT AWAY!" she shouted. Then Laura ran by with a clown behind her. She was wearing her "can't sleep clowns will eat me" shirt. Then Molly and The Brave Little Toaster. Then Erin with a ferret.

"THE CABBAGES!" an old guy shouted, chasing a cart.

"Haha! Victory is mine!" Stewie Griffin shouted from behind me. "I have eliminated all cabbages from this dimension and my own. I shall now return home to-"

"What's going on?" I shouted. "Just gimme a break!"

Then a group of people started dancing with a HUGE kit-kat bar floating over them.

"Gimme a break

Gimme a break

Gimme a break

Gimme a break of that kit-kat bar!

Gimme a break-" They spun around.

"Gimme a break-" They jumped and twirled their arms around.

"Gimme a break of that kit-kat bar!" They all stopped with their arms in the air pointing toward the giant kit-kat bar.

Everything stopped. Then it all started again when suddenly-