Storm Warrior2
06-26-2004, 05:16 PM
Alright, this is very strange, i warn you. But it features 2 PR parodies, so i want to post it....
CHAPTER 1: My Kingdom For A Pogo Stick
Once upon a time, there was a penguin named Greg. One day, Greg was playing his GameBoy, but it broke. So he decided to ride a train, but it was broke as well. He wanted to hug his mom, but she broke...I mean WAS broke, too. So he decided to go to FunLand, an amusenment park. But it had been replaced with "PogoLand," a pogo-stick park. Since he didn't have a pogo stick, Greg left. He came back with a broom.
"That's not right!" called one of the guards as he shot it with a dart gun.
So Greg left again. This time, he returned with a french poodle.
"Still wrong!" called the guard, shooting the poodle with the dark gun.
So Greg left once more and returned with a school teacher named Mrs. Yeager.
"Not even close!" exclaimed the guard.
At that point, Greg had his first idea in his entire life. He glued the broom to Mrs. Yeager's back, and then gluded the poodle to the back of her head, postinoning its front legs as handlebars.
"This is my Broom-Yeager-Poodle-O'Matic!" explained Greg.
"You can go in." the guard replied, letting Greg through the front gates.
Greg squealed with delight as he walked in.
NEXT TIME: IT'S GRANDPA!
A.K.A
Meow, Meow, Meow, I'm a Big Fat Cow."
CHAPTER 1: My Kingdom For A Pogo Stick
Once upon a time, there was a penguin named Greg. One day, Greg was playing his GameBoy, but it broke. So he decided to ride a train, but it was broke as well. He wanted to hug his mom, but she broke...I mean WAS broke, too. So he decided to go to FunLand, an amusenment park. But it had been replaced with "PogoLand," a pogo-stick park. Since he didn't have a pogo stick, Greg left. He came back with a broom.
"That's not right!" called one of the guards as he shot it with a dart gun.
So Greg left again. This time, he returned with a french poodle.
"Still wrong!" called the guard, shooting the poodle with the dark gun.
So Greg left once more and returned with a school teacher named Mrs. Yeager.
"Not even close!" exclaimed the guard.
At that point, Greg had his first idea in his entire life. He glued the broom to Mrs. Yeager's back, and then gluded the poodle to the back of her head, postinoning its front legs as handlebars.
"This is my Broom-Yeager-Poodle-O'Matic!" explained Greg.
"You can go in." the guard replied, letting Greg through the front gates.
Greg squealed with delight as he walked in.
NEXT TIME: IT'S GRANDPA!
A.K.A
Meow, Meow, Meow, I'm a Big Fat Cow."