(DISCLAIMER: I do not own Teletubbies. Credit goes to the Teletubbies' respective owners. Also, this is somewhat based on LWH from Film Cow, and . I don't own Film Cow or hotdiggedydemon, so credit goes to their owners as well.)
Terlerterrbers
Narrator: One day, in Teletubby Land, Dinky Winky- I mean Stinky Winky- Oh dear God I don't get paid enough for this.
TW: Hey guys, Dipsy died!
Po: *While holding a lighter and some gas* Wait he died?
TW: Eyup…
Narrator: Tinky Winky then notices the gas container in Po's hand.
TW: Po, what did you do?
Po: Me? Nothing.
TW: Did you or did you not kill Dipsy?
Po: I believe you are speaking in a foreign language.
Laa-Laa: Like, duh! We speak in baby talk, idiot. Fully cognitive language is new to us.
Po: Shut up you blond ass bitch, this doesn't concern you. Go back to the horror movie from whence you came. *Laughs like a privileged loser* Tubby Toast.
TW: If you don't tell me, then I will tell your family what you did! Was that Dipsy or not?
Narrator: Was it Po who burnt Dipsy to charred ash?
Po: Nope that was some of your smexy magazines.
Dipsy: *Walking into the room* And this is why we never aired again. Because of retarded horseshit like this.
Narrator: A long silence filled the room…Also Dipsh- I mean Dipsy, you're not allowed on stage yet!
Dipsy: I'm not? But I'm not dead though-
Narrator: Dipsy, get off of the stage; you're supposed to be dead until the reveal.
Dipsy: Fine, but only because I get paid for entertaining stoners and hyperactive midgets! I'm poor and-
Everyone: Shut up, Dipsy!
Dipsy:*Goes to his room and closes the door*
Po: Okay, I did. But it was mainly because he owed me money!
Narrator: Then, Dipsy came out and saw the chaos.
*Silence*
Narrator: Dipsy, you can come out now! *under breath* What is he doing in there?
Dipsy: *walks out of the room stoned* *a large mist was present in the room as he was smoking hookahs*
Dipsy: What do you want; I'm trying to smoke myself out of this stupid, vapid nightmare hellspawn world of Astroturf and baby suns.
Everybody: Dipsy!
TW: We thought you were dead!
Dipsy: Nah bruh, I was experimenting, that's why Po had that gasoline.
TW: YOU SMOKED GASOLINE? FUCKIN' GASOLINE.
Laa-Laa: What's wrong, sexy?
TW: I'm the only sane person here out of you guys! Any more questions?
Narrator: I thought I was the only sane one in the picture...
Laa-Laa: *While sniffing some powdered weed* Silly boy, you should know that drugs are bad.
Dipsy: That seems to be coming from you, Blondie.
Narrator: And then everyone laughed. The end.
*Silence*
TW: But wait, what about the charred remains-
Narrator: *in form of eldritch being* I SAID THE END, IF YOU DO NOT OBLIGE, I WILL MAKE YOU SUFFER IN HELL!
Laa-Laa: Trust me, you don't wanna know-
Po: Oh, that was some guy, he walked into my room and I didn't like it. So I chopped off his hair and forced him to eat poison. The charred remains, however, are his heavily mutilated feet and fungus. I did that with my bare hands. I also gave him a really mean black eye. So mean that... never mind you wouldn't want to know, so anyway, there was this emo kid that was a Sonic fan and got off of that, so I had to oblige. I also buried him and sold his toenails, fingers, buttocks, and face to the Queen of England. You know how she like human meat. All heavily mutilated too…
Everyone:*Bearing Horrified and disgusted faces*
Po: *Sheepish* Sooooooo yeah, that's all I guess. Plus-
Narrator:*Visibly Disgusted* Yeah…you have spoken enough, missy.
TW: WTF? *Throws up everywhere*
Dipsy: I'm goin' back in my room.
Laa-Laa: *screams uncontrollably in horror*