WAZ CRACK-A-LACKIN MA HOME-SKILLET BISCUITS
Well your glad to know that I'm not dead WOO-HOO. I umm…erm..forgot about you guys ^^; and I have a 2 social studies and 2 science projects I need to finish. I'll try to update twice a month so its not to long of a wait but I have time to live my life. This took me 2 weeks(well that was time it took between when I worked on it.) to do, so enjoy! :uD THIS IS 10 PAGE!BE PROUD!
Brick: you can't make me do anything I don't want to do.
She-Pirate: I can, cause I'm armed.
Brick: With what? Arms? That's corny cuz I got superpowers.
She-Pirate: nope, I have the backspace button. And I will make you pay for back sassing me MWAHAHAHA
Brick: NOOOOOOOO!Wait… Have you been drinking anything cuz you would never erase me? Right?
She-Pirate: I would never erase you, I'm just gonna make you do something you'll regret.
Disclaimer: I do not own the PPG. If I did would I really be on FF? +Toilet Juice+
The city of Townsville… is filled with a bunch of jerks. I mean seriously, you step on one blade of grass where a 'Don't Step ON Grass' and your mauled. Adding insult to injury, it was by a 5 year old girl. This really should not be happening. I am taking a lunch break.
XxXxXxX 3rd person
Dfdsaoooo ughh isol. These were the sounds that could be heard from the Observatory on top of the mountain. Let's see why.
"Butch, you just stole Martha!" Boomer cried over his stolen play-dough chunk that looks like exactly like Martha Stewart, "Give him back!"
"Wittle Boomie just wuvs his Martha," Butch taunted, " You, I think I'll use him for my little experiment. To see if it survives…*dun dun duuuh music comes from nowhere along with lightning*..The SUPER TOILET!"
Boomer gasps, "Not... The SUPER TOILET!"
"Yes!" Butch smirks evilly while lightning and music comes back, "…The SUPER TOILET!"
"UNFAIR!" Boomer shouts, " How come you get the sound-effects?"
"Because, who else has 2 thumbs, super smart, and MAD SKILLZ besides THIS GUY?" Butch said cockily while waggling his hands.
"For one," Brick answered, butting into their conversation and making his presence known, " You don't even have fingers, and two, don't even try to ATTEMPT academic greatness like me. And 3, use proper grammar: I have many skills. To me, bad grammar is like taking the flat side of a hammer and using it to clog a vacuum cleaner to get it to shut up. It's something you just don't do." Brick finished taking a glance at Boomer who was doing that exact thing with the vacuum and shouting things on the lines of: Come on! Don't make me pummel you! Forget You! Do it or I'll rip your hose!
"Bro, I am seriously contemplating on breaking in to your head and creating massacre on your inner dictionary." Butch joked, Trying to fit large words in his sentences to impress Brick. However, there was some seriousness sprinkled upon it.
"SEE!" Brick screeched, "You did it again. Massacre is the slaughter of many people. You'd have to assassinate it or murder it or destroy it!"
"Come on," Butch shoved Brick gently-ish, " You know there's more than 1 dictionary in that skull up there."
"GUYS! We have some issues here!" Boomer said, Ruining the brotherly bonding.
"What do you mean, issues?" Butch shot up accusingly, "You may have an issue" pointing at Brick, "And you definitely have issues," pointing at Boomer," But…*Dramatic pause to point at himself heroically*… " I Don't have issues… AT ALL!"Butch finished, giving a 2 small twitches at the end of his speech.
"Sure," Boomer agreed sarcastically, " You have NO issues AT ALL. "But that's not what I'm talking about." "Then what are you talking about?" Brick asked, blushing ever so slightly because he never asked questions, he gave answers. "The T.V." Boomer continued, "Since somebody," casting a glare at Brick, "Didn't pay rent, we need to break up. If you don't agree say I." He finished, Trying to sound smart and official. However, both Brothers shot up from their seats saying I.
"Since when do YOU make plans?" Brick said with hints of Malevolence in his voice.
"Whoa! Whoa Boomer. Let me clear things up for you. We are NOT dating. We NEVER were dating. We WILL NOT EVER NEVER EVER, date. That would be creepy, awkward, uncomfortable, and Just plain WRONG!" Butch said.
Boomer, in response, said "Not like that. We are going to go to others' houses and watch T.V through their windows or something."
Butch was satisfied with the plan and went out scouting; However Brick, did not like being commanded because he was the ,Un-Official, Official leader. So, he shot Boomer a glare that would kill an average person but, only scalded Boomer's arm, then took off with Boomer following suit.
XxXxXxX Boomer
Boomer did not know who has a T.V. and who doesn't so he did the next best thing, look it up on…THE INTERNET!*trumpets/trombones play and confetti falls from a passing cloud* Now, the boys did not have a computer –unless you count that plastic thingy Gerber and V-Tech sell that says laptop on the box, but is really just some educational toy that has retarded games and looks like a laptop.- so Boomer had to go to a very scary, dangerous place with lots of paper and cleanliness… The LIBRARY. * clarinets and flutes play. But the sound is muffled by the brass and paper clips are thrown* But Boomer, talking aloud, tells himself, "Never fear, I am BOOMER….." and waits for his sound effect to play but it never comes. "Oh come on She-Pirate," Boomer shouted angrily at the sky, through the computer screen, so his words reach the evil master mind, She-Pirates Kick-BUTT*all music instruments play in harmony, then a trombone solo comes along with candy being tossed by baby angels with confetti riding on flying unicorns who shoot out rainbows from their horn*1 "Your just gonna a leave me hanging?"
She-Pirate feels a little bad and lets a cricket chirp for him. A few moments later a tumbleweed rolls by.
"Well, that's a start." Boomer says and heads off to the place he was going until he got side-tracked, The LIBRARY.*Library music plays once more.*
As Boomer stepped into the library, the room became utterly quiet (since even though you're supposed to be quiet in a library, people are always talking anyway) and all heads2 turned to look at him questionably. "Don't worry," the blue-clad boy reassured, "I'm not gonnna kill y'all," Sighs of relief were heard from the crowd. "Yet." The boy mumbled. Then he continued his rant "I'm only here to use the computer. So ,err..umm do whatever you do when you're in here doing ,erm-a… stuff." Boomer finished awkwardly and shuffled toward the computers. As he got on he realized he did not know today's date. So, to solve his problem he researched every letter of the date since writing was born. He realized he didn't know what year writing was invented so he settled on the year 2003. The results were always in the order of: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z. Followed by the words 'Now I know my ABC's, next time won't you sing with me3? For some strange reason (AILENS) today's date was not on the list so Boomer ,not seeing any pattern of some sort, randomly chose the letter C, and started back to his home.
XxXxXxX Brick
As Boomer and Butch did whatever they did, Brick went to the map store to find a map to take him to Sesame Street. Brick walked in the store and found no maps that had the place he was looking for. Until, he looked in the world maps section. There, there was a small purple backpack with a star-shaped pocket and a tube shaped one. He was about to give the bag to the cashier,—He may be a villain, but he's not heartless—when he decided to check it first in case in was the case for the map. However, he should have never done that. You know why? No, I'll tell you why, it grew eyes and a mouth then it started singing:
Back-pack, Back-pack
Back-pack, Back-pack
I'm the backpack
loaded up
with things and knick-knacks too
anything that you might need
I've got in store for you
Back-pack, Back-pack
Back-pack, Back-pack
YEAH!
This made Brick's already large eyes take up 4/5 of the space on his face because he was…well…freaked out. I mean have YOU ever met a talking backpack? Brick contemplated about running away screaming "APOCALYPSE! APOCALYPSE! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!" but decided against that when he realized the backpack could get him a map or even better, a jet pack. "Can you get me a jet pack?" Brick asked realizing the silence between him and the backpack was tension heavy. "No can do." The cottony fabric said, "That's my dad." It went on like that, Brick would ask a question and backpack would say no.
"Can you get me a hang-glider?
" No, that's my cousin, rescue-pack."
"Can I have a snack?"
"No, that's my little sister, lunch pack"
"Can I get a Band-Aid?"
"No, that's my grandpa, first aid pack"
"Can I have some money?"
"No that's illegal."
"Can I have a map?"
"Don't ask me. Ask my little friend there."
With that last answer, Brick took a glance to the side Backpack was looking at and saw a piece of yellow-brown paper stick out. Brick tugged at the paper with all his might but it wouldn't budge. He hit at the sides on the pocket making caveman like grunts such as: ughhhhh, aogua, issif and wuluqiioono to threaten the map inside of it; to no avail. Frustrated, Brick shout out, "What kinda MAP is this!" at the word map, the coiled paper moved up slightly but, not enough to pull it out. The paper then said: "I can't hear youuuu!" in a voice not unlike Him's. "What do you mean I can't hear you? You wouldn't have said that if you couldn't hear me because you wouldn't know that I spoke!" Brick said exasperatedly but in reply, the map said: "Just shudup stupid and say map so I can get out of this cell-hole they call a pocket !" Brick said "See, how can I shut-up and say map at the same time. And you call me stupid." "Just say it!" the map said and Brick complied. Instead of seeing the mobster Brick thought he would see, there was a child friendly map with large eyes and a smile singing:
I'm the map
I'm the map
I'm the map
I'm the map
I'm the map
I'm the map
I'm the maaaaaap!6
Brick had knowledge from his last encounter with talking objects and decided to get straight to the point. "Give me a map to Sesame Street" Brick demanded. Suddenly, the whole world was covered with map as he said " To get Sesame Street, You have to: go through the cloudless skies, around your friendly neighbors and then at Sesame Street. Repeat after me: sky, Neighbors, Sesame Street. Sky, Neighbors, Sesame Street. Sky. Neighbors. SEASAME STREET!" with the last sesame street, map opened his mouth wide and jumped/flew toward Brick who yelled "Aaaahhhh He's gonna eat ME!" Then Brick ran off to follow the directions.
Okay, step 1 he said to himself: Go through clear skies. Now let's see brick looked at each of paths he could take. The lefternmost had heavy Storm clouds and lightning was seen coming from them. The middle one was nice clear and peaceful while the one on the right had many storm clouds. Unlike the first one, there was food pouring from the clouds instead of ice-sleet-rain-snow-hail. When Brick finished the path he saw 4 new paths on the ground. The first, had plenty of nice, smiling people. it sickened Brick. The second had many people but, they all looked dangerous armed with guns, knives, nuclear bombs, spitballs, elephant dung and other stuff like that. The 3rd was clear of anything. Just like the sky path he took. The 4th had a huge go-go dancer's boot in front of it with loud music coming from it along with moaning and groaning. Brick immediately discarded that choice and looked at its neighbors. At first, the choice was clear the first, but then he remembered that he lived on a volcano and therefore had no neighbors. After the test were completed, with ease of course, Brick was at Sesame Street. Now that he was there, it seemed like no one else was. Until, that familiar trashcan came to view. Brick walked over to it, stole the lid, and tossed it far away not really caring where it went because, he was going to get the Garbage monster's letter. And he was gonna get it now. In the can, was nothing other than a piece of paper that said, "I'm tired of you little punks threatening me when you mess your stupid letter of the day so, here's the letter…C as in Can you leave me alone?4
Brick was annoyed there wasn't much action and angrily flew home.
XxXxXxX Butch
Butch flew off and waited in a tree to see a red and blue light fly off into the distance. Then he came home. Yes you heard (well, read) that right. No crazy adventure. Why? Well, Butch figured if Brick got the answer and Boomer managed to get the answer, his input wouldn't be necessary. And people say he's the dumb one. So, he waited. And waited. and waited. And contemplated. Then got agitated. And waited our debated. And waited. And hated. And dated. And waited. And stated he remembers being created. He thought he was overweighted so he deflated. And waited. And waited. (say it out loud, fast, and in the tune of a rap by B.o.B it's fun and confusing) He watched some lady walk by; Then he had an idea. What he did, exactly, Is none of your concern. But, I'll tell you what he did, that should give you a clue. First, he called the number for the in-styler, 1-555-1144-INSTYLER. (I have no idea if this is real. So, whatever you do, don't call this number) The conversation went something like this:
"You have reached the IN-STYLER corp. How may I help you?"
"I wanna buy the Instyler. Duh…why else would I call"
"Well, two things" the aggravated secretary said, "One. It's policy, I'm supposed to say that. Two. What if you already bought an INSTYLER and needed it fixed? Huh. And by the way, you don't sound 18 or up."
"Well!" Butch started shouting, "One. I didn't KNOW it was policy. Two. If I already bought the INSTYLER would I call the number from the ad? Wouldn't I have called the number that comes in the box for tech issues. AND, I have a disease which makes me never grow up5 so that is why I sound like a 5 year old."
"Don't sass me woman!"
"I'm a dude …named Butch!"
"Oh, sorry."
"Can I still get a INSTYLER?"
"Sure! Where should I deliver it to?"
"The City….of Townsville. At the park there is a volcano, on top of it is where I L-" Butch was cut off
"What in the name of all that is sane! Why do you live on a volcano?"
"I don't know!"
"Whatever. I'll be there in an hour… umm what's your name?"
"Don't hang up on me!"
"…"
"Okay. One thing down, three more to go." Butch said to himself. The green-clad boy took off into the direction of Claire's. As the boy arrived, most of the other customers made a run for it, knowing that they wanted to live to see next week. Butch smirked to himself, knowing he strikes fear in their hearts. All of the employees were still there because they wanted to get paid and their boss was very strict about break times. However, they were all a bit apprehensive about an evil, little, foul-tempered boy I a girl's accessory store. Butch was running through the store, trying to find all the pieces to the pink-puff's ensemble in brick's size. Which was kinda hard since Brick is…you know…chunky. A brave, and possibly stupid, employee walked up to Butch and asked, "Do you need help?"
"Yes!" Butch replied throwing his arms in to the air, "Of course, I'm not a freaking GIRL"
"Well what do you need?" said the woman, ignoring the insult.
"I need a suit, that looks like the pink PowerPuff Girl." Butch said matter-of-factly getting some curious stares from the straggling customers
"Umm…aren't you a…umm….guy?"
"It's not for me, BOZO! Do you think I'm some kinda CROSS-DRESSER? NOW TELL ME WHERE THE COSTUME IS SO I CAN GET ON WITH MY LIFE!"
"It's right there." Said the worker as he pointed to the section for PowerPuff super fans. Complete with plates, nightlights, stuffed animals, undies, (for girls and guys) curtains, costumes, toenail clippers, machine guns, and hair gel.
Butch was barely able to hold in his 'chunks' while he searched through for a costume precise enough. After he found it, it took a while because he didn't want to get too close, he went home to go wait for his brothers. Just before he got there though, he thought he felt something squirrel like tugging at his black jeans, but paid it no mind.
XxXxXxX Boomer P.O.V
"Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la, Tra-la-la-la-la-la-laaaaaa" Boomer sang on his way home. When he got there, he looked to see Butch…sleeping on the floor….with shopping bags in his hands…..from Claire's…..near a bunch of fat squirrels…and no pants.
"Get up ya lazy bum!" I screeched in his ear shaking him a bit.
Still half-asleep and absorbed in his dream he mumbled weird things like: No I hath the laser, penguins, so long suckas. This time baby I'll beee Bulllleeeeet-proof. He suddenly awoke after singing and turned to look at me…then he hugged me. One of those nice brotherly hugs you see on ABC network but don't really experience in real life.
"Who are you and what have you done to my brother?" I asked, backing up. He just smirked that smirk of his that of his that was smirky enough to only be his. "Okay, next questions. Why were you at Claire's? Where are your pants? How do you fall asleep on the ground?" his only reply was: "All will be explained soon." And he then proceeded to tell me about his plan. I like it. I like it VERY much. REVENGE WILL BE MINE! "But wait, where are your pants, you never explained that?" I asked. And he simply shrugged.
XxXxXxX Brick's P.O.V
I came home. And it was quiet. Too quiet. I plopped in a chair to await my brothers. I heard someone go Olufadoradiy and suddenly, I was mugged. I was tied up with some fabric. I couldn't break it. Wait a minute, I can't break a stupid hunk o' cloth. I'm going weak. Either that, or it is made out of my weakness. Polyester.*duh-duh-Dunn* I prefer the later. Quickly, I was out like a light. They must have had cinnamon breathe spray. Deez, they knew everything about me. I'm guessing a couple minutes later, they were through with me to reveal my kidnappers. Butch and Boomer. They told me to look at the mirror, and I gasped. Yes I, Brick Marquez MoJo, gasped. I should be ashamed .But I have to say, I looked pretty good; The red bow highlighted my eyes, the pink in the dress accented the traces of other colors in my hair and made it look like fire. Speaking of hair, they In-STYLED it. Now the edges were soft and had a little bounce. What I wasn't loving, was the shoes though, they were tight and my feet could not breathe. Other than that, I would totally date myself, if it wasn't so…wrong. The Boys told me that for the rest of the day, I would have to be Blossom. That was such a WTF moment. I mean seriously, have your brothers ever tie you up to a chair, use your weaknesses against you, and force you to dress as your arch enemy.
"Why me? What about you guys?" I whined, "I am the leader and should not be treated like this…I have rights."
"Well…" Butch drawled glad he got be in charge for once, " you looked most like your counterpart. If Boomer was Bubbles he'd have to grow his hair out to look convincing7 And I'm way too manly and have too many muscles to be Buttercup." Butch finished this by holding boomer's hair and yanking it around in the air.
"Well what do I have to do?" I tried to sound ticked off but I knew I would kinda like being Blossom. I felt freer in the dress but it was other things to. I could fly down the street without being booed at or backed away from.
"Well, you see, 'Blossom' 'has' a 'chat room' and 'advices' 'people' to 'help' them with their 'problems'," Butch said putting air quotes in every other word to sound….educated. " And you're gonna go tell them to do bad stuff, and then you're gonna go and do bad stuff so no one likes her, then ,without the leader, the power-bluffs will eventually become hopeless and stop fighting creating a new era of hate and destruction risen from the ashes where we will rule, then we will find the samurai's sword and conquer the world. Then the universe, then the galaxy, then a new galaxy, then a new, new galaxy, then a new, new, new galaxy, then a new new new new new new new new new galaxy." Boomer finished for him. With a smile of triumph etched upon his features.
We all stared at him dumb-struck, I never knew he could think this far into the future. Let alone think at all. But that is a good plan, destroy Tokyo and name it Brickville, Take Las Vegas and name it Butchington, Hamden could be Boomeropulous. And name the poles North Rowdy, South Ruff- my musings were cut short when Butch got out of his initial shock and hi-5ed boomer saying: "Yea boy, I knew you had some gangsta in ya, let's go get'cha a pistol," I sent him a look at pistol, we may be evil but guns were a no-no, we had powers , "I…Ummm..erm, meant water gun."
"Wait! Before you go, what about Blossom, won't she find out and then arrest us?"
My blue and green brothers gave each other a mischievous, knowing smirk and said together: "We've got it all taken care of."
~~~O~Cue Flashback~O~~~
Blossom: DON'T TOUCH ME!
Boomer: Chill woman, were almost there
Blossom: I said GET YOUR SLIMY, GRIMY, UGLY, PRUNEY, DRIED UP, ASHY, FINGERLESS HANDS OFF MEE!
Butch: My hands aren't grimy or slimy or pruney or ashy, or ugly. I wash them 3 times every month and moisturize them with lotion. Although they are fingerless. But, that is more I can say for your sister. I remember hearing she was so musty, she scared a monster off with getting within 12 feet of it.
Blossom: GET THIS PLASTIC BAG OFF OF ME7 YOU KNOW ITS MY WEAKNESS. And that story is true, but she bathes every day …usually. So she can fight monsters.
Boomer: Hey, what about us?
Blossom: Exactly, so she can fight monsters.
Butch: I'm not a monster, but I'm HOT like one
Blossom: Sure you are
Butch: See Boomer, someone agrees I'm hot.
Boomer:…
Blossom: Have you ever seen the monsters I fight, they are so ugly, so, so ugly.
Butch: What about Seduca?
Blossom: You comparing yourself to a 27-39 year old WOMAN? But back to the issue on hand, RELEASE ME CREATURES OF THE DEEP OR I SHALL HARASS YOU TO THE DEATH!
Butch/Boomer: Wha-?
Blossom: Imbeciles, let me go or I will kill you.
Boomer: We're there *shoots paralyzing ray at Blossom*
Butch: Now stay there and don't move*tosses Blossom into warehouse*
Blossom: I'll catch you alive if it's the last thing I do!
Butch: So long SUCKA!*flies away*
Blossom: THAT'S NOT PROPER GRAMMER!
Boomer: GEEZ you sound like Brick.*follows Butch*
~~~O~END FLASHBACK~O~~~
"I'm still unsure of this." Brick said after his brothers went over the plan for the third time.
"Relax skillet biscuit, Its gonna work just fine." Butch soothed.
u\u\u\u\n\n\n\n\ time lapse (Brick is giving advice now as pink-pollen8) [others are named after songs]
LoveLikeWoe: Help Bloss, help! I was waiting for my boyfriend at the park and he never came, then I went to a club for some fun after that depressing scene and he was with another girl. What Do I Do?
Pink-Pollen: Wut els do u do, u find him and whoop him wit a stick, then you toss him in a cage with elephants to step on him. Then say, REVENGE IZ SWEET …SUCKA .
LovelikeWoe: Umm Bloss, is that you, you never use text talk and that solution is kinda..violent?
pink-pollen: Well I figured, I should be more in touch with pop culture's slang and stuff so..umm yeah.
LoveLike Woe: Gee, thanx! it's always been hard having perfect grammar wit u when I ask fo help. g2g
-New chat-
Justadream: where is the cheapest place to by tweezers? I got a piece of door in my finger.
pinkpollen: What do u mean buy? You rob. That's the only way to get tweezers for a cheap price. The best ones are at this butcher shop, Devine's. they look like knives but they're supa good tweezers. What finger is it anyway?
Justadream: umm..does it matter? If it does than middle.
pink-pollen: oh, if that's the case, stick it up all day and point it at people.
Justadream: thanx, u know ur a lot less up tight than before. And…manly
-New Chat-
kungfufighting: okay so I was shopping, right. And I grabbed this pair of shoes on the pedestal ,right. And then some creepy girl came and snatched one from my hands and said , "those r mine" right. And we got in to a fight, right. And she through one at me and pinned me too a wall, right. And the manager came and I swear you saw a big 3 over his head right. Then he looked at me and was all, "you will get arrested for making this beautiful young lady have issues shopping, right. And then he said I got to pay for the wall, right. And that's unfair so I told him I'm not gonna take his chizz. And now I have to pay double right. And I was gonna pay for those shoes with a gift card cuz I only got 2 cents.
pink-pollen: there are many answers to ur problem let me show u,
1) kidnap him and hold him ransom. Then U'll get da money and have the joy of torturing him
2) mug the lady and 'borrow' the shoes.
3) rob a bank
4) steal her new boyfriend
5)stuff spoiled yogurt in their undies
6) burglarize the store, that will get you all the shoes.
kungfufighting: wows, I can't believe I never thought of that. I think I'll do 5.
u\u\u\u\n\n\n\n Time lapse (commercial shooting)
"okay Blossom" said the director, "We only have one role of film so compose yourself and this is the only shoot you'll take."
"Wait, what am I doing again?" Brick asked.
The director spoke slowly, after muttering: you're supposed to be the smart one. "You Puffs are doing a commercial for being eco-friendly. Buttercup is doing reduce; Bubbles recycle, and you are reusing."
"okay here we go" Brick said before tossing the script.
"Well hello there, I'm Blossom Utonium and I'm going to teach you about reusing for Green! Green! Keep the town clean week. Let me tell you about the things you can reuse. Well, let's say you were just at McDonald's drinking your iced tea and now you're all done. Don't throw the straw or the wrapper in the garbage, take that straw and put it in someone else's drink and drink theirs all up. Or put the wrapper in the straw and aim at someone and blow. Now, not only have you saved someone's drink from being wasted, but you have given yourself some free entertainment. Hey, look over there. Someone's giving toys to charity. No no no, this will never do. I must fix this right away. Give me those. Now what you do is take those toys and burn them. Now see, we just put some greenhouse gases in the air so the world is warmer and less cold in the winter. Oh NO! don't throw those dynamite sticks out because they are highly poisonous and can kill you at any moment. Let's use them as swords for a game of Dunces & Dragons. And this concludes our segment on how to reuse. I LOVE YOU CITIZENS OF TOWNSVILLE!" Brick said, blowing a kiss to the camera. Before adding: "And Now to Bubbles with recycling."
"Blossom, Blossom Baby." Said the director walking toward Brick, "That was…Terrible. Buttercup was coming up next. I guess we'll just switch around the schedule." And the director walked away.
Brick decided to kill some time by starting crime. The sounds from his day went a little like this:
"Hey Blossom, What'cha doing here? Do ya' wanna notha' bow fo' yo' pretty Wittle head? Or maybe there's a rip I yo' dress from fighten da monstas? Come let Mrs. Wa-" POW
"Oh why did ya just kick Mrs. Wagner?" SLAM
"I'm callin the PoPo on ya! And I thought ya was a good girl" BOOM
"Mrs. Wagner, we got your call and have the animal tranquilizer" OW
"Oh you again, first the golf clubs. Now your harassing women? I think we need to talk away your right as defender of the city" Ca-CHING
u\u\u\u\n\n\n\n\ 3 animal tranquilizing shots later
"what in the name of Nancy as happened?" Brick said feeling groggy
"You Mrs. Utonium, are in jail for being such a bad kitty." Said the policewoman
"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Brick yelled, then he realized he never told his brothers what the letter of the day was.
XxXxXxX
See, what did I tell you? This place is Terrible: People being whooped with sticks, monsters, haters, floating chickens , people cutting off fingers ,some one just put something…lumpy in my, undergarments; now some strange lady just stuck her middle finger at me! This place makes cityville look good.
This was a dozy to right. I had to do it in the dark..with some wood in my finger..and cold feet…and unmoisturized hands…and I was watching television, reading fanfics, and ate some Chinese food.
1 Y'up I love myself that much I get unicorns and such and such
2 See I never got that because really you're twisting your neck, not your head
3 I don't like that either because I am singing. It should say something like : Next time we'll sing with some trees. Or something like that
4 See, I never was really good at endings even if it's a short section. so how was it?
5 Is that a real disease?
7 Do they have weaknesses? I made that up on the spot(like I did with the whole story)
6 Bubbles hair is actually pretty long. In the rainy day adventures episode she ties it around her head and it makes a mustache. I can't even do that with my hair.
8 Is pink pollen a song?
This was inspired by the PPGD ,or Z I'm not really sure what the differences is, In the episode where the ruffs dress like the puffs. And special thanks to PPGRULZ123 I..um indirectly used that Brick is Blossom idea. From her story memory loss Go read it. DON'T SUE ME you can count this as free advertising.
Time to thank those weird people who are actually reading this. No review left behind or something like that
ppgrulz123: Chap. 2- YES*victory cheer* I knew someone would like that|Chap.3- I love Bubble Boy, every time I watch It I still can't believe she eats that roach
JadeTyga: Chap.2- I actually thought the exact same thing, it was okay but not ROFLMAO good. Especially since I reread and realized some parts came out or something. Is this one better?
: Chap.2- Don't I know it…I mean, Thanks
MewMewSugara: Chap.2- I am? Well thank you. I always knew I had humor in my blood but ever? That's a complement
Aktress: Chap.1- YEAH! Woo-hoo for randomness|Chap.3- It's okay about the chapters I mean those would have been short and now you have the super long one
Nekomimi: Chap.1.- Isn't can't touch this a great song? I started dancing to it but remembered I was writing.
Now my minions, let us come and conquer the world and spread this aweomesauce story to the world!
Keepin' it real like a happy meal(saw that on a tee-shirt)
~She-Pirate