Mickey is searching for the notorious Monkey diamonds. With his patented Albanian elephant call, he controlled the seas consequently needing no ore for his raft. Suddenly, without warning, the button eye of his stuffed camel Shmoo fell off. After crying for an hour he sowed it back on with his patented packet sowing machine. Like a machine gun, but more, much more. Again, the gumball machine did not work and we all lost our quarters to the hungry slot. The raft found land and landed on the land. Then pickled children attacked Mickey’s raft and guru. Both were eaten all over the lava homes of the pickled children. They all smoked the pipe like an inside out cow with antlers. It was a healthy vision and marked a new era to living. The former government was eradicated and replaced by Mickey’s dictatorship, naturally.

First thing he did was ended the, traditional, female sacrifice to the volcano of Notebook. This was all well and good until the day of not feeding Notebook, it exploded and killed everyone, except the necessities. So Mickey changed his name to Palo Bethany. He dressed like a woman to hide from Notebook, but it was not use. A compromise was engaged, to which Palo clipped his nails into Notebook; this pacified the volcano, but no one understood why anyone called it Notebook instead of Pencil Feet. Unfortunately, one day Palo bit his nails and had none to give. Volcano. Lava. No more Smurfs. Palo Rodriguez caught the first tornado over the rainbow.

Afternoon cheese is always better. Palo killed a few dinosaurs and eat their leaches whole. Then things took a turn for the worse! The worse! A rabble of hot nachos and goat cheese made fun of Palo’s face and made it explode. It was his first day on the job and he quit. He had to quit his life long dream career as a fish butcher on account of a sexual harassment situation. He claimed that …” the fish were making him do bad things.” He could not chop-sui like the Chinese man he took the job from. There were flying monkeys. That was all it took to set Alfa Fox over the deep end. He leaped out of the old garbled cabin and went on a rampage shooting people with his Bazooka Fish. Not even the cops could fix this perplexing conundrum that eradicated all logical reason. The Bazooka Fish opened fire on a wall of police cars blocking the road causing them all to explode in a fiery sphere of hellish proportion. Hey wait, where did Mickey go?

Dancing brooms was all that was left, until he shot those too. And then he shot the moon and it exploded and destroyed the earth and him and everything living in the universe was gone. It was the end of conscious perception forever. The next day Hillary Malignant was reading a book. The book was far beyond any standard book. It was the phone book. When she got to chapter M, something happened, something like the eye of the tiger and the boxer entered the ring. She put the book down, stood up, vomited, and met him at the center of the ring.

After touching rubber gloves, it was on. A Right. A Left. It was over. Mickey had won! Where the hell did Mickey come from? Australia. The cancer was malignant and smelt of old locker socks, but still Mickey ate them for victory! The second fight was much less more that not at all more substantially insignificant comparatively speaking to most that are. Weak bones are a clear sign for the necessity of bulky milk consumption. Under the flame-retardant shoelaces of Lucifer luck entangled onto Mickey’s shoes did the trick. The trick was toilet paper in the big oak tree. Round two and the score was not in favor of Hulk Hogan, he was not fighting, but Wormy was. Elmo is black. Round four and Mickey died of a brain hemorrhage. A nose goblin finished the job. The next day Mickey had to go to school so he blew it up. His action created enormous homage from his peers. And they lived happily ever after. That is except for little Chestnut the pompous jackrabbit, he was sniffing a landmine. THE END.


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