PART 14...
LOCATION: SCHOOL'S LIVING ROOM
"C'mere, cocky. Here's your rings. Now, all you gotta do is make one ring land over a bottle. If it does, you win a prize! Here, let me show you how it's done. You take the ring, hold it like a frisbee, aim for a bottle and let fly! Not too hard, but not too soft." Kelly threw three rings and they all landed perfectly around a bottle. "Now you try."
The cock-eyed brotha threw the rings. The first one landed in the punch bowl, which was behind him. The second one landed on the professor's head like a hub cap; it spun for like 10 minutes on the flawless surface. Whheeeeeeeeeeeeew! The third one hit Logan dead in the ass.
"What the hell! I said we could dance, not grab my ass!"
"I didn't grab your ass! I'd like to, but I didn't!"
"Jenny, you grabbed my ass, now go away."
Jenny's lip drooped, but she walked towards the door anyways. She had to please her man. When she got to the hallway door, she noticed a chicken smell. Not one to pass up a chicken dinner, she poked her head out the door just to see what she might miss if she left. ::Sniff sniff::
Jenny recoiled, about ready to vom. "Blaaaaaaaaahh. Holy ass breeze has been here!"
"Ach, Ah'm dead sexy! Look at mah sexy bohdy!"
Jenny's jaw hit the floor and her eyes popped out of her head. She froze like a deer in headlights.
"HOLY FUCK FWICKITY FUCK FUCK!" Jenny shouted, stumbling over the words. "WHAT IN THE NAME OF GRIMACE AND HAMBURGLAR ARE YOU!?"
"Ah'm yo' fantahsy!"
"Ew, no, Logan's my fantasy, you're just fat. Ugly. Fat. Fat. Ugly. Fat. Smell bad. Did I mention fat? One other thing: FAT!"
"Ah'm tonight's entahtainment! Ooooo," he said, rolling his nipples, "Ah'm a behlly dancer! Git in mah behlly!" Fat Bastard started to smack his lips, slowly.
"Umm, no you're TWELVE belly dancers. You got the wrong party. I think the circus is throwing a birthday bash for one its elephants, try there."
"Ah'm hehr for Jean Grey."
"Why am I not surprised? Hooker'll spread her legs for anything."
"Noh, abooht mah weight problem."
"It's gonna take more than just one person to fix that, cuz damn."
"Ah'm Senator Kelly."
"Who?"
"Senatohr Kehlly!"
"Yeah? Who's that?"
Just then, Jean came in, covered in grass and shit cuz Logan threw her out onto the lawn.
"Oh my Orthotricyclen! Senator Kelly!"
"I need your help. I'm all faht and stinky!" (LOL)
"Well, no shiiiit. What was your first clue? The flies following you? Or how about that paint-eating stench? I mean, your fucking ASS is dragging on the ground! And you have bigger tits than me and Kelly put together! Wear a damn bra, or at least clothes for God's sake! Keeeeeerist! Your bloody boobs are sagging more than those people from Africa...oh, hi Jean! Just talking about you. Anyways, they should change Scotland the Brave to Scotland the Stinky, Obese, and Nasty! I've seen dirty toothless Brits that were cleaner than you, and that's pretty DAMN dirty! I could fry some damn bacon in all that grease leaking off'ya, not to mention run McDonald's for a week! FAT! FATTY McFATFAT! DIRTY McSTINK!"
"What the hell's all this about? Oh, for the love of all that's good and decent, which you are NOT, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU!!? Halloween came early I see. 'Sup Jen."
"Hey Kel."
"You may wanna add a "ly" to that."
"Ohyeah. ASSY McDRAG!"
"This guy puts the Titanic to shame! Who the hell is he?"
"He SAYS he's my fattasy, but...." Jenny looked at Logan. "No."
"Fat assy is right. Fat Assterd. Speaking of terds," Kelly busted out with some Febreeze that she had been saving for Jean's birthday present. She sprayed that shit with a vengeance.
"It's not working! Spray more!"
"Gooooooooooodamn, are you happy the way you are?"
"'Course I'm noh 'appy. Ah'm a big fat slob. Ah eat cuz Ah'm un'appy and Ah'm un'appy cuz Ah eeaht."
"No shit you eat. When you eeeeat, you EEEEAT!" Jenny shouted.
"Ah've noh seen mah willie in two years, which is long enough to declare it legally dead!"
"Why are you telling us this? Look, here's five bucks, go to George Webb and get yourself an appetizer," said Kelly.
"FWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPH."
"Woof! Sounded like someone was blowing in a bottle!" said Jenny, plugging her nose and waving her hand.
"Sorry. Ah fahrted."
"No shit you farted. When you fart, you FART!" said Kelly.
"Let's go, Fatty Bom-ba-latty, I mean Senator," Jean said, leading the way to the lab. Jenny and Kelly backed up as he went by them.
"Ewwwwwww, assssss!" screamed Jenny, shooing him away.
"You wanna move your waddling ass?? I WOULD like to breathe again sometime today!" said Kelly, trying to hold her breath.
2 fucking days later they arrived at the lab
"Ach, that was a tough walk, aye, crickey." panted Out of Shape Man. He was sweating profusely and was mustier than shit!
"What'd you do? Crap your damn XXXXXXXXXXL undies?" Kelly asked.
"I dunna like it when ya make fun of me Wal-Mart draws." complained Fat Assterd.
Suddenly he ran like never before, because he never did run before. The Earth shook as he zipped into the living room and then ran back out after a few minutes. He rebuckled his belt and then slooooooooowly made his way back to the lab.
"I'm thirsty," said Logan, "I'll be right back, I thought that I saw a punch bowl in the living room." Logan jogged quickly to the living room.
Kelly looked at Jenny and Jenny looked back at Kelly.
"LOOOOGAN!! DON'T DRIIIINK THEEEEE PUUUUNNNCHH!" yelled the girls. They followed him as fast as their Logan chasing legs could move. Logan was about to scoop a cup of the now filthy, brown, glowing punch out of the bowl. He was watching an interview with Rosie o' Donnell on the TV and wasn't paying attention to the Unholy contents of the punch.
"FAT BASTARD LEFT A FLOATER!!" yelled Jenny, knocking the glass from his hand. Logan was about to ask her what her damn problem was when Kelly grabbed his head and turned it towards the punchbowl.
"Look at this shit! Seriously!" said Kelly, pointing at the Lincoln log that was chillin' in the liquid.
"Oh geeeeez!" moaned Logan, about to be sick, "You ladies saved me from having ass breath. I owe you a lapdance later on."
"WOO HOO! TAKE IT OFF NOW!" screamed Kelly, getting her Carnie loot ready for stuffage.
"No, later." said Logan, walking out of the defiled room.
"No now!" whined Jenny, grabbing Logan's hand.
"NOOOOO! I said Later!" yelled Logan, getting pissed.
"Ok...." said the girls.
They all made their way to the lab where Jean was doing tests on FatFuck. She put him on a treadmill and he stepped like two steps and then collapsed, totally exhausted. Paintings fell, windows cracked...Jenny and Kelly laughed, their asses off! Finally, Jean made him lay down on 8 metal hospital beds that were tied together to form one huge bed. He started to breathe all heavy and shit. Even sleep was exercise for his Royal Fatness.
McDoBald wheeled his sparkly ass in. It began to smell like Pinesol! He approached fatty with extreme caution, afraid to be crushed.
Senator Kelly sniffed the air and then looked at Picard all weird.
"I'll tell you what Jean," Mr. Chubbalump started, "Yo' give me yer wee bahby, and I'll have hot sex with ye." Then he pulled out a random ostrich and chewed the fuck outta it.
"Roooiiight," said McDoBald, "Senator Kelly I presume, what are you doing here and why are you so....overweight?
"Overweight is the understatement of the yeeeeeear! It's pronounced OBESE!" explained Kelly, "Ridiculously OBESE is what I mean."
"Endemoniadament ridiculo," said Jenny in perfect Spanish, "Translation: Regoddamndiculous."
"Girls, will you please leave the room?" said Baldy in an annoyed tone, "Go bother someone else for a change."
Jenny and Kelly gave him the infamous "niggaplease" look and turned around to leave. Then Kelly began to sing, "We love to see you shiiiiiine!"
"Have you had your wax today?" sang Jenny, laughing.
"Ye know, they're right. I'm all faht and stinky afterall," said Assterd sadly, eating a dog.
"Hey! That's Jean's wig!" said Mono-eye, walking in with his visor all crooked and shit. He hobbled in with crutches, a bandaged head and a splinted left arm.
"What happened to you?" Snow-Globe asked. He was shaking his waterfilled head like he was havin' a seizure or something. Jean watched, fascinated at the falling snow.
"Pretty..."
"MUGLY!" random Jenny said, pokin' her head into the room.
"Get outta here I said! Logan, go out there and let them fondle you or some shit," said Jack-O'-Latern 2000.
"Thank you, Slap Head, for your opinion. Now shut your cake hole!" Logan said, walking out of the room. Hands grabbed him and he was pulled away. Never to be seen in pants again. It was all bikini briefs for him! Well, not really. I can't back that up.
"Ah was afraid if Ah went to a real hospital..."
"They'd put you on a diet?"
"Yes."
"We're not we seem, not all of us. Well, Jenny and Kelly are, those man- chasing, Logan loving, muttonchop molesting, ass pinching, groin fondling, claw dodging hoebeasties," said Marble-Shit.
"Tell that to the ones that ass-raped me."
"I'm not going to smell you, believe me. I'd rather suffocate," Knobby- Noggin McGee said, wheeling behind Assterd. He started to bombard Fatty with baldation waves.
Baldy was inside the Senator's head, feeling everything and seeing everything that the Senator felt and saw.
"Please, no more! My ass is too full!"
"Please, no more! My ass is too full!"
"Please, no more! My ass is too full!"
"Please, no more! My ass is too full!"
"Please, no more! My ass is too full!"
"Please, no more! My ass is too full!"
"Please, no more! My ass is too full!"
Baldy was horrified, yet compelled to keep watching. It was like the first time he started to watch gay porn. "Chicka-chicka bow wow chickachicka woow," said the porno music. Baldy watched as Sabretooth
blasted his mess
blasted his mess
blasted his mess
blasted his mess
blasted his mess
and then he also felt when Senator Kelly
fought the overwhelming urge to ass rape someone
fought the overwhelming urge to ass rape someone
fought the overwhelming urge to ass rape someone
fought the overwhelming urge to ass rape someone
fought the overwhelming urge to ass rape someone
fought the overwhelming urge to ass rape someone
fought the overwhelming urge to ass rape someone
fought the overwhelming urge to ass rape someone
fought the overwhelming urge to ass rape someone
fought the overwhelming urge to ass rape someone
fought the overwhelming urge to ass rape someone
fought the overwhelming urge to ass rape someone
fought the overwhelming urge to ass rape someone
and then he heard Magayto say
"Welcome to gay, my brother."
"Welcome to gay, my brother."
"Welcome to gay, my brother."
"Welcome to gay, my brother."
"Welcome to gay, my brother."
"Welcome to gay, my brother."
Baldy heard and saw everything, including the penis shaped device that Magayto used, to when the Senator walked down the street and people threw cans and shit at him. It was very disturbing, but arousing, somehow. ::I can't watch anymore:: the professor thought. ::Oh wait. Yes I can.:: The professor went back to
blasted his mess
blasted his mess
blasted his mess
blasted his mess
He was brought out of his fantasy by an egg McMuffin being hurled at his head.
"Logan tooked us to McDonald's an' I gots a Happy Meal an' an ice cweam cone!" said Jenny, smiling like a little kid. The Egg McMuffin slid down Coffee Bean's, well, bean. Unfortunately, Fat Bastard chose that moment to wake up. He saw and smelled Egg McMuffin and started to nibble on Baldy's Crisco doused head.
"Niggaplease! Get off of me!"
"Logan, take us to Chuck E. Cheese's! Now, mutha fucka!" said Kelly, pulling on him one way.
"Yeah! And then take us to the Chippendale club!" said Jenny, pulling him the other way.
"Do I look like a nanny to you?" Logan asked.
Kelly pulled a bonnet over his, tied an apron around his waist and handed him a feather duster.
"Jenn, do you want to answer that, or should I?"
"Go for it." replied Jenny, eating her cone.
"Ok, yes!" yelled Kelly, laughing.
(author's note: Kelly accidentally goobered on poor Jenny while she was ordering pizza at this moment:)
Logan began to tickle Jenny and Kelly's noses with the feather duster. They giggled and laughed. Then he started to sing, "A spoon full of sugar helps the medicine go doooooown, medicine go doooooown, medicine go doooooown. A spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go doooooown, blah blah blah blah blee blee blue....."
"Now let's go fly a kite!" said Logan, skipping away with Jenny and Kelly.
~End part 14
LOCATION: SCHOOL'S LIVING ROOM
"C'mere, cocky. Here's your rings. Now, all you gotta do is make one ring land over a bottle. If it does, you win a prize! Here, let me show you how it's done. You take the ring, hold it like a frisbee, aim for a bottle and let fly! Not too hard, but not too soft." Kelly threw three rings and they all landed perfectly around a bottle. "Now you try."
The cock-eyed brotha threw the rings. The first one landed in the punch bowl, which was behind him. The second one landed on the professor's head like a hub cap; it spun for like 10 minutes on the flawless surface. Whheeeeeeeeeeeeew! The third one hit Logan dead in the ass.
"What the hell! I said we could dance, not grab my ass!"
"I didn't grab your ass! I'd like to, but I didn't!"
"Jenny, you grabbed my ass, now go away."
Jenny's lip drooped, but she walked towards the door anyways. She had to please her man. When she got to the hallway door, she noticed a chicken smell. Not one to pass up a chicken dinner, she poked her head out the door just to see what she might miss if she left. ::Sniff sniff::
Jenny recoiled, about ready to vom. "Blaaaaaaaaahh. Holy ass breeze has been here!"
"Ach, Ah'm dead sexy! Look at mah sexy bohdy!"
Jenny's jaw hit the floor and her eyes popped out of her head. She froze like a deer in headlights.
"HOLY FUCK FWICKITY FUCK FUCK!" Jenny shouted, stumbling over the words. "WHAT IN THE NAME OF GRIMACE AND HAMBURGLAR ARE YOU!?"
"Ah'm yo' fantahsy!"
"Ew, no, Logan's my fantasy, you're just fat. Ugly. Fat. Fat. Ugly. Fat. Smell bad. Did I mention fat? One other thing: FAT!"
"Ah'm tonight's entahtainment! Ooooo," he said, rolling his nipples, "Ah'm a behlly dancer! Git in mah behlly!" Fat Bastard started to smack his lips, slowly.
"Umm, no you're TWELVE belly dancers. You got the wrong party. I think the circus is throwing a birthday bash for one its elephants, try there."
"Ah'm hehr for Jean Grey."
"Why am I not surprised? Hooker'll spread her legs for anything."
"Noh, abooht mah weight problem."
"It's gonna take more than just one person to fix that, cuz damn."
"Ah'm Senator Kelly."
"Who?"
"Senatohr Kehlly!"
"Yeah? Who's that?"
Just then, Jean came in, covered in grass and shit cuz Logan threw her out onto the lawn.
"Oh my Orthotricyclen! Senator Kelly!"
"I need your help. I'm all faht and stinky!" (LOL)
"Well, no shiiiit. What was your first clue? The flies following you? Or how about that paint-eating stench? I mean, your fucking ASS is dragging on the ground! And you have bigger tits than me and Kelly put together! Wear a damn bra, or at least clothes for God's sake! Keeeeeerist! Your bloody boobs are sagging more than those people from Africa...oh, hi Jean! Just talking about you. Anyways, they should change Scotland the Brave to Scotland the Stinky, Obese, and Nasty! I've seen dirty toothless Brits that were cleaner than you, and that's pretty DAMN dirty! I could fry some damn bacon in all that grease leaking off'ya, not to mention run McDonald's for a week! FAT! FATTY McFATFAT! DIRTY McSTINK!"
"What the hell's all this about? Oh, for the love of all that's good and decent, which you are NOT, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU!!? Halloween came early I see. 'Sup Jen."
"Hey Kel."
"You may wanna add a "ly" to that."
"Ohyeah. ASSY McDRAG!"
"This guy puts the Titanic to shame! Who the hell is he?"
"He SAYS he's my fattasy, but...." Jenny looked at Logan. "No."
"Fat assy is right. Fat Assterd. Speaking of terds," Kelly busted out with some Febreeze that she had been saving for Jean's birthday present. She sprayed that shit with a vengeance.
"It's not working! Spray more!"
"Gooooooooooodamn, are you happy the way you are?"
"'Course I'm noh 'appy. Ah'm a big fat slob. Ah eat cuz Ah'm un'appy and Ah'm un'appy cuz Ah eeaht."
"No shit you eat. When you eeeeat, you EEEEAT!" Jenny shouted.
"Ah've noh seen mah willie in two years, which is long enough to declare it legally dead!"
"Why are you telling us this? Look, here's five bucks, go to George Webb and get yourself an appetizer," said Kelly.
"FWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPH."
"Woof! Sounded like someone was blowing in a bottle!" said Jenny, plugging her nose and waving her hand.
"Sorry. Ah fahrted."
"No shit you farted. When you fart, you FART!" said Kelly.
"Let's go, Fatty Bom-ba-latty, I mean Senator," Jean said, leading the way to the lab. Jenny and Kelly backed up as he went by them.
"Ewwwwwww, assssss!" screamed Jenny, shooing him away.
"You wanna move your waddling ass?? I WOULD like to breathe again sometime today!" said Kelly, trying to hold her breath.
2 fucking days later they arrived at the lab
"Ach, that was a tough walk, aye, crickey." panted Out of Shape Man. He was sweating profusely and was mustier than shit!
"What'd you do? Crap your damn XXXXXXXXXXL undies?" Kelly asked.
"I dunna like it when ya make fun of me Wal-Mart draws." complained Fat Assterd.
Suddenly he ran like never before, because he never did run before. The Earth shook as he zipped into the living room and then ran back out after a few minutes. He rebuckled his belt and then slooooooooowly made his way back to the lab.
"I'm thirsty," said Logan, "I'll be right back, I thought that I saw a punch bowl in the living room." Logan jogged quickly to the living room.
Kelly looked at Jenny and Jenny looked back at Kelly.
"LOOOOGAN!! DON'T DRIIIINK THEEEEE PUUUUNNNCHH!" yelled the girls. They followed him as fast as their Logan chasing legs could move. Logan was about to scoop a cup of the now filthy, brown, glowing punch out of the bowl. He was watching an interview with Rosie o' Donnell on the TV and wasn't paying attention to the Unholy contents of the punch.
"FAT BASTARD LEFT A FLOATER!!" yelled Jenny, knocking the glass from his hand. Logan was about to ask her what her damn problem was when Kelly grabbed his head and turned it towards the punchbowl.
"Look at this shit! Seriously!" said Kelly, pointing at the Lincoln log that was chillin' in the liquid.
"Oh geeeeez!" moaned Logan, about to be sick, "You ladies saved me from having ass breath. I owe you a lapdance later on."
"WOO HOO! TAKE IT OFF NOW!" screamed Kelly, getting her Carnie loot ready for stuffage.
"No, later." said Logan, walking out of the defiled room.
"No now!" whined Jenny, grabbing Logan's hand.
"NOOOOO! I said Later!" yelled Logan, getting pissed.
"Ok...." said the girls.
They all made their way to the lab where Jean was doing tests on FatFuck. She put him on a treadmill and he stepped like two steps and then collapsed, totally exhausted. Paintings fell, windows cracked...Jenny and Kelly laughed, their asses off! Finally, Jean made him lay down on 8 metal hospital beds that were tied together to form one huge bed. He started to breathe all heavy and shit. Even sleep was exercise for his Royal Fatness.
McDoBald wheeled his sparkly ass in. It began to smell like Pinesol! He approached fatty with extreme caution, afraid to be crushed.
Senator Kelly sniffed the air and then looked at Picard all weird.
"I'll tell you what Jean," Mr. Chubbalump started, "Yo' give me yer wee bahby, and I'll have hot sex with ye." Then he pulled out a random ostrich and chewed the fuck outta it.
"Roooiiight," said McDoBald, "Senator Kelly I presume, what are you doing here and why are you so....overweight?
"Overweight is the understatement of the yeeeeeear! It's pronounced OBESE!" explained Kelly, "Ridiculously OBESE is what I mean."
"Endemoniadament ridiculo," said Jenny in perfect Spanish, "Translation: Regoddamndiculous."
"Girls, will you please leave the room?" said Baldy in an annoyed tone, "Go bother someone else for a change."
Jenny and Kelly gave him the infamous "niggaplease" look and turned around to leave. Then Kelly began to sing, "We love to see you shiiiiiine!"
"Have you had your wax today?" sang Jenny, laughing.
"Ye know, they're right. I'm all faht and stinky afterall," said Assterd sadly, eating a dog.
"Hey! That's Jean's wig!" said Mono-eye, walking in with his visor all crooked and shit. He hobbled in with crutches, a bandaged head and a splinted left arm.
"What happened to you?" Snow-Globe asked. He was shaking his waterfilled head like he was havin' a seizure or something. Jean watched, fascinated at the falling snow.
"Pretty..."
"MUGLY!" random Jenny said, pokin' her head into the room.
"Get outta here I said! Logan, go out there and let them fondle you or some shit," said Jack-O'-Latern 2000.
"Thank you, Slap Head, for your opinion. Now shut your cake hole!" Logan said, walking out of the room. Hands grabbed him and he was pulled away. Never to be seen in pants again. It was all bikini briefs for him! Well, not really. I can't back that up.
"Ah was afraid if Ah went to a real hospital..."
"They'd put you on a diet?"
"Yes."
"We're not we seem, not all of us. Well, Jenny and Kelly are, those man- chasing, Logan loving, muttonchop molesting, ass pinching, groin fondling, claw dodging hoebeasties," said Marble-Shit.
"Tell that to the ones that ass-raped me."
"I'm not going to smell you, believe me. I'd rather suffocate," Knobby- Noggin McGee said, wheeling behind Assterd. He started to bombard Fatty with baldation waves.
Baldy was inside the Senator's head, feeling everything and seeing everything that the Senator felt and saw.
"Please, no more! My ass is too full!"
"Please, no more! My ass is too full!"
"Please, no more! My ass is too full!"
"Please, no more! My ass is too full!"
"Please, no more! My ass is too full!"
"Please, no more! My ass is too full!"
"Please, no more! My ass is too full!"
Baldy was horrified, yet compelled to keep watching. It was like the first time he started to watch gay porn. "Chicka-chicka bow wow chickachicka woow," said the porno music. Baldy watched as Sabretooth
blasted his mess
blasted his mess
blasted his mess
blasted his mess
blasted his mess
and then he also felt when Senator Kelly
fought the overwhelming urge to ass rape someone
fought the overwhelming urge to ass rape someone
fought the overwhelming urge to ass rape someone
fought the overwhelming urge to ass rape someone
fought the overwhelming urge to ass rape someone
fought the overwhelming urge to ass rape someone
fought the overwhelming urge to ass rape someone
fought the overwhelming urge to ass rape someone
fought the overwhelming urge to ass rape someone
fought the overwhelming urge to ass rape someone
fought the overwhelming urge to ass rape someone
fought the overwhelming urge to ass rape someone
fought the overwhelming urge to ass rape someone
and then he heard Magayto say
"Welcome to gay, my brother."
"Welcome to gay, my brother."
"Welcome to gay, my brother."
"Welcome to gay, my brother."
"Welcome to gay, my brother."
"Welcome to gay, my brother."
Baldy heard and saw everything, including the penis shaped device that Magayto used, to when the Senator walked down the street and people threw cans and shit at him. It was very disturbing, but arousing, somehow. ::I can't watch anymore:: the professor thought. ::Oh wait. Yes I can.:: The professor went back to
blasted his mess
blasted his mess
blasted his mess
blasted his mess
He was brought out of his fantasy by an egg McMuffin being hurled at his head.
"Logan tooked us to McDonald's an' I gots a Happy Meal an' an ice cweam cone!" said Jenny, smiling like a little kid. The Egg McMuffin slid down Coffee Bean's, well, bean. Unfortunately, Fat Bastard chose that moment to wake up. He saw and smelled Egg McMuffin and started to nibble on Baldy's Crisco doused head.
"Niggaplease! Get off of me!"
"Logan, take us to Chuck E. Cheese's! Now, mutha fucka!" said Kelly, pulling on him one way.
"Yeah! And then take us to the Chippendale club!" said Jenny, pulling him the other way.
"Do I look like a nanny to you?" Logan asked.
Kelly pulled a bonnet over his, tied an apron around his waist and handed him a feather duster.
"Jenn, do you want to answer that, or should I?"
"Go for it." replied Jenny, eating her cone.
"Ok, yes!" yelled Kelly, laughing.
(author's note: Kelly accidentally goobered on poor Jenny while she was ordering pizza at this moment:)
Logan began to tickle Jenny and Kelly's noses with the feather duster. They giggled and laughed. Then he started to sing, "A spoon full of sugar helps the medicine go doooooown, medicine go doooooown, medicine go doooooown. A spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go doooooown, blah blah blah blah blee blee blue....."
"Now let's go fly a kite!" said Logan, skipping away with Jenny and Kelly.
~End part 14