Flapjacks High Flying Sea Time Adventure
How I love the smell of the ocean! thought the pale nubile looking young boy as he prepared to meet his demise under the hand of his former slave master.
"Captain Krunkles, I thought you were a man of the Lord. Why throw away your place beside the throne for such a small bet?"
"Because I don't believe in love, Flapples. I believe in science and the pus covered boils on my feet."
And he pushed the kid overboard into the waiting jaws of the great whites.
"Good thing that was only some other kid who looked like me, huh Captain!" Flapjack giggled like an effeminate school girl being molested by her uncle the janitor in the bathroom.
"AAAAAAAH!" he kippered with platitudinous fervor.
"Shut up, you dumarse," K'Knuckled chuckled.
"That boy ain't right," Hank Hill gave up his two cents before pulling the trigger and ending his life there on the docks. His brains would make a fine meal for the gulls. That was if they got there before Ronald McDonald could scoop them up faster.
"Look at the time!" K'runckles choked. "There was so much to be desired in life and so little time to achieve it in this day and age. That's why computers are ruining people's personal levels of communication. One day we're not going to be able to talk to each other face to face anymore," he said with his heart filled of woe and maggots.
"Lemons and butter go well with the slaw if you cut it just right. I myself prefer my hot dogs plain," JackFlap consoled lightly.
But the burly blue man spewed forth a river of viscous vomit greater than the biblical floods and swept the boy out to sea.
"Be well my son. Be well!" he cried.
Jack Sparrow wept for the first time since his bottle of rum was lost to the cement during Marti Gras.
"Okay I'm bored let's go see what else is on?" Dobby urged the incestuous warblers.
McDonald was to be observed on the high sea in boat slopping up the dismembered boy's organs in his overflowing fun bucket.
"OH THAT SILLY CLOWN!" the crowd giggled before the oncoming tsunami wave sent them all back to their creator.
It was then that they knew they should never have lead such hedonistic lives. The laughing man devil clown would surely pick clean their droppings before the gulls.
"Tis a fine day for a feast!" he screamed to the clouds above.
The End?