I admit to having skipped over chapter seven. Jay Gatsby, my own stoic uncle, to use the term ironically, once ing, once ong, the unchosen gumdrop. Shoes with a zipper pocket he wore, posthumous, anachronistic, red. Return at once to the camel room!
Rothko. Only two weeks later, in a perpendicular universe, a devious chicken was hatched.
With the reappearance of Weird Al, who put down his piano accordion for a moment to help Lig to her feet. "Hey, I wrote a new song just for you", he said smilingly, "It goes like this...". He reached down to pick up his piano accordian only to find Mog had run off with it and was quickly fading into the distance.
"Aw rats!" he exclaimed in complete exasperation - "There's always got to be one person who doesn't appreciate my wonderful polkas! Oh,and that squeeze Box cost serious pazoola".
"Never mind", replied Lig - "He's kind of a friend of mine. I'll simply tell him I won't be his friend any more if he doesn't give it back".
"Oh no!" wails Weird Al in utter despair, "how can I sing my song without my piano accordion?"
"Maybe you can improvise somehow" replied Mog with an evil sneer.
"Moi?"
And bumped into the big bad wolf who had been stalking little Red Riding Hood for the past several weeks.
Weird Al Yankovic and how he had appeared in the forest a few days before,
stepping out of a strange and large blue box with lots of windows, and accompanied by an odd man with frizzy orange-brown hair, a long brown coat and a multi-coloured long staff that he almost tripped over.
She seemed to recall the other man being addressed as "doctor" and puzzled over this as he certainly didn't look like any doctor she'd ever seen before.
In fact, she couldn't even work out how she knew the first man was called Weird Al because he hadn't even been invented yet. In that state of sleepy confusion, she drifted back off to sleep.....
It was quite itchy but at least she could hide inside it until she could get around to the different parts of the house to try and find her clothes.
And then she had a smart and cunning plan. "What do you believe in?" she asked the interviewer.
cloud people because they are always raining on my parade.
everything would be cool and they could...
Big hairy ranting yeti monster. "Head for the hills!", "Flee!", "Waaah!", "Help!", the cries echoed through the forest as various creatures ran or hopped or flew in the other direction as fast as they could go.
Unfortunately, in all the excitement, the poor skunk let go a long blast of skunk scent.
Fortunately, most of the creatures were long gone but the yeti monster copped most of the spray and fell to the ground, rolling around and screaming.
Mouthwash man! Wherever unpleasant mouth odours congregate, there you will find Mouthwash Man with his trusty pump action super economy bottle of Listerine TM.
Just then a big cat pounced...