AS SHE STARES UP AT THE BUFF, YOUNG, HANDSOME HIRED GUNMEN WHO ARE RACING ABUTT (CROPPING OVER-GROANED(NBORES' REAXION...)THE HIGHER WEEDS...INCLUDING THE WILLOWY LANE BRAWNY 10-FOOTERS THAT BLOCK NAYBERS FRUM CROSSING THE BROWNS' CLASSIC EYESORE....THE BROWNS' LAWN CHARACTERISTATICLING OVERGROANED WITH WEED, WHITCH THE BROWNS' POTENT ANY CHOKELY BURROWN & TOWERING, SUFFOCATINGLY 'CLOSE' AND OVERGROANED LAWNG WHITCH TIPPY(IEEE!!...(THE (fictionally but in the BROWN'S vacamp plop thinking...envisioning even, elderlayed TIPSY the ALCOHOLEK!! )WONDER DAWG.... OF COARSE TIPSICPULLY THE TIPPSY THE WONDERDOG TV SHOW INCLEWEDS burly men telecoptering MACHETES around their odd-shaped, far-frum-round heads.... ALL STRAIGHTJACKETLY DISTRIBUBUTED AROUND A HEROICAL ANIMUL LIKE TIPSY TO ATHIE CLOSZE IN ON THE VALIANT CANARDINE....BUT THE NAME-O'S IN THE ROUGHHOUSERS'LARGE FLOORESCENCT JACKIT!'S FLASHING A GLARING 'R.I.P WALT BROWHEN AND A HEARTHY WELL COME EDNA! ON THE BACKS OF THEIR TIRE STRAITS T-SHORTS....
BUT SUDANLY, WALT RIPS OFF HIS HEAVILY BUTTONED UP PEACOAT, SPRAYING THE FIRST THREE ROWS OF STOOPIDLY LEERING THUGS WITH AN UNPLEASANT LIQUID EMANATION.
THE HEAD THUG THEN ROARS AS HIS HARSH VOICE WAVERS LIKE A CRANKY BABY'S: 'THAT'S IT, TEAM....THHE 123 TO 4 ODD'S BOAD POURLY FOR THESE UNDERARMED STINKERS THAT MAKES UP THE 'SHXTTY BROWN TEAM!!'
L'IL BROWN DAWEGIES FIDDLES & PIDDLES GROWLING BACK INTO A HANDY LOUDFREAKER THAT ALERTS THEIR ENTITRE, USUALLY UNRESPONDSIEVE STREET :'WHOO SAIDZO???....AS A HUGE SKYSCRAPPING FIGURE STEPS UP FRUM THE BEHIND OF THE BROWN'S....WHERE HE MUST HAVE BEEN LYING IN THE FLEATAIL CORNDITION...
WHAT....IS THIS POSSIBLE?? FIDDLES THE CAT, ONCE THE BROWNS' PET....BUT WHOM ONCE WAS TEMPTED BY THE ALVIN DORK SIDE OF THE FLASHING MOON TO ALIGN HIM/HERSELF (AFTER A NEEDED GENDER CHANGE OPERATIO) WITH THE DORK SIDE OF THE MOON TO TRADE OFF HIS OCCASIONAL ROLE IN SKUNKVILLE IN ORDER TO BE THE MOON'S PRIMARY AVENGER..... FOR ALL THE SUP-HOSE-DLY UNFAIR ASSOCIATIONS THAT HAVE BEEN MADE BETWEEN THE MOON AND DARKNESS AND ALSO OF EXPOSING ONE'S SCENICK 'BUTTE'..... NOW RISES TO HIS FULL CRATER-POCKED HEIGHT OF 1,000 FEET FARENHEIGHT....as the baddies scramble to reach their nearest surface Escape Hatch (EH Token or 77cents exacto change-o)
The bad guys digging deep into their ripped pocquettes, findling and fondling none of thr EXACT CHANGE REQUIRED then raking their beady/glowing eyes around at each uther as they reach for their most may hem effective.....
BUT....the luck doesn't seam to be goingk the badd guise way 2-day!
Cries one....'OH NO...I CAN'T EVEN FIND MY HEM to stop the nasty chaffing that's been bungholing like a stranage bunghle sqwawking max-valiume gibberashle in my ear AND werst yit, also mine rear!!....let alone my crooked as a pretzhell MayHemliner....'
DID YOU KNOW: That to APPLEY a new Epi-Sode into this Novel zone, the writeur needs to produce numerous evidentses of the probabable truth of her/his identitties -- if he has moore than onette but hopefully no moor then two identtitties....whether they be disouraging flats or flaps.....or eye bulging/exploading werks of Art..... p'raps the best fem-figure artiste in OHIGHOOO? Butt Creativves must also demonstrape an amplitude...Dude... to write coherent, largely error-free prose that clearly reflects the evolving realwart stowry like the definitive sharp, crisp morning sun-shadows on the alert strding-Right, driving, careening, thumbling, bungling, tumbling mourning-hoofing travailers