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Now that is interesting.
Ah, the soul of a starry night.
"Why yes, I have seen Elmer. He was at the glue factory, with Mr. Ed. Isn't Mr. Ed your horse?"
"no, of course not," replied Lady Godiva with a faint look of surprise, "Elmer is."
"I wonder what Elmer would be doing at the glue factory. Perhaps it is a plot by the Radical Glue Insurrectionists to seize mucilage again," replied Mary Poppins. At that moment, Buford P. Bohard strode up. "Good morning, ladies."
He didn't notice the guy with the glave-guisarm and walked right into, fortunatly, the blunt end. The warrior didn't notice.
Just then.....Mary Poppins has an unsinkable urge to get drunk she jestures toward the nearest pub, and........
Sees the chipindale jump through through the pub window sans clothing. The nudeman runs across town yelling "The nasties are comming, The nasties are comming."He then falls down a deep well and...
Mary buys that man a miller. But, all is not well, for......
a Minuteman emerges with a Laser rifle, he aims it at Mary and...
falls flat on his ass setting off the rifle and blowing himself into 10 million little pieces. Mary enters the pub through the door and orders a 32oz. of Aquaveit. The bartender looks at her and attempts to feel her hot sexy breasts, but...
She pulls off her mask revealing her true alien self, and begins to devour Mary.
Right then Arnold Schwartzanager enters buck naked and demands the bartender's clothes.
He tries ta stick 'im with his little piece and ends up stuck to the pool-table with a broken arm, and a knife lodged in ta his shoulder.
Okay, good skeez.
And then the sky becomes a dark cyan...
CHICKEN!
No, It becomes a dark cyan and then...
the room becomes a spinning vortex. Sucking in the pub, the street, indeed perhaps everything, it soon has reality turned inside out. Mary, Arnold, the bartender and Buford are now thoroughly mixed up. Not knowing whose mouth to open, Mary says...
..."Supercalafragalisticexpialadocious!"
and it all cracks up. When they again become aware of their surroundings, the foursome discover themselves to be comfortably seated at a table on the ceiling A florid, portly gentleman joins them, laughing, and says;
"It's a bloody beautiful day in the neighborhood, a bloody day in the neighborhood...
"Can you say, 'eviscerate'? I knew you could."
At that moment it begins to rain blood from the ground to the sky.
And Dracula emerges from the napkin on the table!
To make matters worse, a 7' tall Praying Mantis and 15 like beings enter clacking their mandibles loudly. Suddenly Mary feels a rubber tip against her and in a flash, her right arm is completley gone with no pain, no blood, no stump.
Just then a giant toad pops out from behing a misladen eyeball and screams "I'M A BLOODY GIRAFFE!"
The rubber tip erases the chairs the the party is seated on, and they as fall on the asses to the ceiling. Dracula starts to sing "Achey Breaky Heart" and every sane person in the bar puts their hands over their ears.
They giant frog then jumps upon dracula brandishing a banana
oh, my
squeezes the trigger, and falls on his wet behind. The bannana on the other hand, sails across the from right through Dracula's heart.
Dracula is however saved because it was not a real Chicquita bannana, buft a fake plastic one.
The insect-men play "Pomp and curcumstance" on an Instrument that looks somewhat like a human thigh bone. Dracula absorbs Ahnold's body and becomes larger. The blood rain shifts directions abruptly, then returns to its orignal corse.
I play the trombumpit!
For all of you out there who are wondering if there's a dramastic difference between the trombone and the trombumbit, yes. There is.
Except maybe.
Then head-hunters walk in brandishing... CARROTS!
sofa.
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