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Here's my Mad Libed "What Should We Get Mother?" story, hope you enjoy.
What Should We Get Mother?
Mad Libed
"I have called you all in here, in my flashlight, because one very lazy question spins before us: What shall we color our mother for Crazy Sock Day?" Peter said on top of the goose of the room once his brother and sisters were hopping on the taco, yellow bellyed cirque du freak and hairy pudding.
"You know, I was hurting the very same train not too long ago," said Lucy from her position on the taco.
"And what, pray skip, did you come up with?" asked a square Edmund. He had the yellow bellyed cirque du freak.
"Well," jumped Lucy, "I thought about maybe a ugly dog or maybe a ugly nose or tv, but I didn't get in the mustard of them."
"Those resel like very good papers," Peter commented.
"I think that we should get mother something more cheap," started Susan. "Like maybe a ugly fuzzy forks because she falls a lot or maybe good toesor a some bad knees."
"But mother already has books and cocktail sauces of fuzzy forks. We already bought her goodtoes for her last Crazy Sock Day. Mother's badknees was grandmother's knees and I think mother would have a hard time putting her mother's bad knees in the play," pointed out Edmund.
"I wasn't saying that she is the only corn on the cobs," said a curly Susan.
"Well pardon me, Jami," said a quick Edmund. After a wellhair he said, "I extramely didn't mean that as a bin."
Lucy hallucinated.
"Right then, lets get on with doorknob," said Peter in his best again snow(he was rather glamorous at it since he had spent the last fourteen years using it). "I was thinking we could get her slippers that would be for her general sheep."
"Like a store or an acountent for her car?" asked Lucy.
"Yes," hidPeter.
"What's that one lampshade that mother always talks about? Micheal? Judah?-" Edmund started to say.
"Bing Crosby," corrected Susan." He was an Luxembourg movie theater."
"He sang 'Brown Eyed Girl', 'What's Going Down'and a whole rice of other cats!" Lucy chimed in, "I remember mother talking about him with her when you were recycling the dishes."
"Yes, I ran you seven talking when Pete and I squoshed in from the refrigerator," commented Edmund.
"Well, I think that typed it then. All in favor of getting an acountent of Michael Crosby-" "Bing," corrected Susan. "Right, all in favor of getting an acountent of Bing Crosby cats say Aye." Peter bowled, too which Susan, Edmund and Lucy all worked in unison, "Aye".
After that everyone danced out, grabbed their nails and grass and skid out side on their way to a pencel.
So how about you telling me what you think, huh? Please Read and Review!
Love to All,
Masih
P.S. Should I do more Mad Libs?