December 17, 2012

Johnny ran from one house to another, delivering hand written invitations to every doorstep. The last time he held a party, no one but the Eds came. But this time he was sure people would come. Plank was with him and he telepathically communicated with him, as he often did (in a voice that sounds suspiciously like frylock from aqua teen hunger force) Johnny, you know I'm only humoring you in helping with this party. The only reason I'm doing this is that you're a socially awkward twit. I mean, look around; you need more friends than me. In truth, plank knew the truth about this end of the world stuff, he just didn't say anything. "Thanks buddy!" Johnny laughed as he put another invitation on Rolf's doorstep, "This could be the last party we ever throw!" yeah, whatever. Just don't forget the bean dip!

Double d found the invitation sitting on his doorstep. It was shaped like a mushroom cloud, and read in magazine pieces:

ComE tO tHe enD of thE WoRld DanCe!

aLL yOur FavOriTe SonGs, FoOd, FriENds,

OnE LasT ChaNcE to SaY GoOd-bYe AnD any-

ThiNg eLse!

WheRe: JoHnny's HouSe.

When: DeCemBer 20,

FrOm 6-10 P.m.

DoUbtErs weLcomE!

"Might as well." Double d mumbled, storing the paper in his hat.