SETTING: ALL OF THE PALS ARE ON A DESERT ISLAND.
JEYNO-JEYNO: QUIT TWISTING MY FALLOPIAN TUBES YOU ASS BAG!
A SMALL MAN WITH A BEARD COVERING HIS ENTIRE BODY DID NOT STOP TWISTING THEM AND JEYNO-JEYNO GREW TO LIKE IT.
PEEK-PEEK: WE ARE GOING TO DIE ON THIS FORSAKEN ROCK.
PEESTO-PEESTO: YOU ARE A FORSAKEN ROCK.
MEESTY-MEESTY: AT THE COUNT OF THREE, EVERYONE HAVE A SEIZURE. 1...2...3!
ALL THE PALS BEGAN SHAKING AND SPITTING OUT SYRUP. THEY TORE THE ONLY TREE ON THE ISLAND OUT FROM ITS ROOTS AND BEGAN BURPING AND THIER FACES TURNED RED AS THEY BURST INTO FLAMES POUNDING THEIR FISTS INTO THE STEAMY EARTH AND RUPTURING THE WATER WITH STEAM POURING OUT OF THEIR SKIN.
FROO-FROO: I HAVE CUTE LITTLE LACE ON MY KNIT MITTENS!
SUDDENLY TIME ERASED FROO-FROO'S EXISTANCE BUT EVERYONE STILL REMEMBERD THAT HE SUCKED.
MARCO: DO YOU LADS HAVE ANY UNUSUAL PRODUCTS FOR SALE?
RUDA-RUDA: YEAH, I HAVE SOME BABY POLISH. RUDA-RUDA WAS HOLDING A SACK FULL OF GLOWING BABIES.
GORGORATH THE DESTROYER: YEAH, I HAVE A MARITAL VOW. WHEN YOU SAY THE WORDS, "MEESTY PEENY", THEN YOU EXCHANGE POOP WITH SOMEONE IN YOUR MIND.
PLOOGAK-PLOOGAK: I HAVE A WEINER.
PLOOGAK HAD A HIGH VOICE AND FOR SOME REASON HAD NO CLOTHES ON.
REEP-REEP: YES, I HAVE A INSIDE OUT MODEL OF A CAT. WHEN YOU SQUEEZE ITS NOSE, IT RAINS.
MICK-MICK: YES KIND SIR, I HAVE A RECORD PLAYER. BUT IT DOESNT PLAY RECORDS, IT PLAYS LAMPS.
MICK-MICK WAS JAMMING OUT TO THE SOUND OF AN ANTIQUE LAMP.
PRIVACY POLICE: DID YOU EVER WONDER WHAT THE LETTER Q IS DOING ON MY COMPASS BETWEEN EAST AND SOUTH?
YANNI: IT STANDS FOR URINE.
YANNI WAS URINATING, AND PIGEONS WERE DRINKING IT. HE WINKED AT THEM.
SIFT-SIFT: MY MOTHER SAYS THAT I AM NO LONGER ALLOWED TO BREAST FEED.
HIS ENTIRE BODY WAS COVERED IN GLITTER.
MUHODIUM: HEY, YA KNOW WHAT? SHUT UP!
MUHODIUM KILLED THEM. HE DRANK THEIR BODIES AND ATE THEIR GRAVES. THEN HE SMILED BECAUSE HE KNEW THE ANSWERS TO TOMORROWS MATH QUIZ.
SETTING: ALL OF THE PALS ARE SITTING ON A PLASTIC DOG.
RICKY RUDE: HEY, LETS TALK ABOUT OUR MEMORIES.
THE PALS PULLED APART RICKY RUDE'S FACE AND SPIT ON HIS MOM.
JACOB THE SAILOR: ALRIGHT, THE PRESIDENT HAS GIVEN YOU A SPECIAL TASK. THE WORLD IS AT RISK. YOU NEED TO FIND A WAY TO MAKE PEACE WITH THE ALIENS THAT ARE ATTACKING US. YOU HAVE TWENTY MINUTES TO SOLVE THIS PROBLEM.
CLEVER KEITH: OK, WE NEED TO FIRST RIDE OUR BIKES FOR THIRTY DAYS! YEEEHAW!
THEN THEY REALIZED THAT CLEVER KEITH WAS A STATUE.
THEY APPEARED IN THE SHOPPING STORE, WHERE YOU BUY SHOPPING.
SICK-SICK: OK, WHAT DO WE NEED TO BUY TO COMPLETE THIS TASK?
PIG-PIG: WE NEED AN OVEN, FORTY MUPPETS, A TIME MACHINE, AND FINGERPAINTS.
THE PALS LOADED THEM INTO THEIR CART.
MISTO-MISTO: NOW WE SEND THE FORTY MUPPETS BACK IN TIME, THEN THEY BAKE THEMSELVES IN THE OVEN.
TOO-TOO: THEN WHAT ARE THE FINGERPAINTS FOR?
MISTO-MISTO WAS FINGERPAINTING A PORTRAIT OF THE CUSTODIAN AT HIS SCHOOL.
TIR-TIR: GUESS WHATS IN MY PANTS? GUESS!! YEP! ITS MY TOILET!
THE PALS KEPT ON SHOPPING. THEY PASSED A MAN WHOSE HEAD WAS SHAKING REALLY FAST. THEN THEY REALIZED THAT THEY WERE SHAKING HIS HEAD WITH THEIR HANDS.
RAT-RAT: IN ORDER TO MAKE PEACE WITH THE ALIENS, WE MUST INVENT A WEAPON THAT SHOOTS MUSTARD, AND IS ABLE TO MAKE PEACE WITH THE ALIENS.
ALL THE PALS AGREED. THEY PUT MUSTARD INTO THEIR SHOPPING CART. AND A GUN.
SNAKES GALORE: WE MUST NOT ALLOW THE ALIENS TO NOT NOT MAKE PEACE. SO WE SHOULD CREATE A TYPE OF MUSIC THAT HELPS ALIENS TO THINK PEACEFUL THOUGHTS. IT ALSO MAKES THEM FEAR LOVE.
BILLY PUT SOME RUBBER BANDS AND A GOPHER INTO THEIR CART.
PEE BONES: DO YOU KNOW WHAT IS SOOOOOO GOOD? I DO!
THE PALS WAITED TOO LONG AND THE ALIENS KILLED THEM. BUT THE ALIENS ENDED UP MAKING PEACE BECAUSE THE MUPPETS THAT BAKED THEMSELVES IN THE OVEN IDEA ACTUALLY WORKED.
SETTING: ALL OF THE PALS ARE INVENTING TYPES OF MUSICAL INSTRUMENTS.
PROTOTYPE MAN: PALS, MY INSTRUMENT IS CALLED THE "COLON FLUTE". WHEN YOU PLAY IT, MOST PEOPLE AROUND YOU GET HEMERHOIDS.
THE PALS LAUGHED AT THIS, THEN SLOWLY GRASPED THEIR BUTTOCKS AND STARTED TO CRY.
MICK-MICK: MY INSTRUMENT PLAYS ONLY 1 NOTE, AND CAN NEVER BE SHUT OFF. IT SOUNDS LIKE A BLOATED WHALE.
BULLHEAD: MY INSTRUMENT IS 18 CATS STRAPPED TO A WOODEN PLANK. YOU ROLL A BOWLING BALL DOWN IT AND SQUEEZE THEIR SPLEENS TO MAKE THEM CREATE BEAUTIFUL MELODIES.
BULLHEAD PLAYED HIS INSTRUMENT AND CLOSED HIS EYES. HE SWAYED CALMLY TO THE SYMPHONY AND TOOK OFF HIS PANTS.
MUHODIUM: MY INSTRUMENT IS A HUMAN XYLOPHONE. YOU USE A CHAINSAW TO PLAY ON THE HUMANS, WATCH. COME HERE ROO-ROO.
THEY LISTENED TO THE HORRID SOUND OF MUHODIUM SAWING THROUGH ROO-ROO'S SCALP. THEY CLAPPED. ROO-ROO DID NOT CLAP.
DOG-DOG: YOTE. MY INSTRUMENT IS THE "JEELY WOWO". IT IS 4 BONES TIED TO A PUMPKIN. YOU LICK IT REALLY FAST IN ORDER TO REVERSE SHADOWS.
RED TIM: YAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! KARATE!!!!!!!!
FRUH-FRUH: BY THE WAY, MY INSTRUMENT IS A SHEEPS BLADDER FILLED WITH AIR. YOU BEAT ON IT AS HARD AS YOU CAN TO A STEADY BEAT WHILE SOMEONE ELSE RAPS TO IT.
lowercase johnno: shove it.
SKIPPING KEN: GUYS, ONE TIME I FOUND A BABY IN THE ROAD. BUT THEN LATER ON I REALIZED IT WAS JUST AN OLD BOOT. BUT I ONLY REALIZED THAT AFTER I HAD PUT IT THROUGH COLLEGE.
SETTING: ALL THE PALS ARE PLAYING BAGPIPES.
WEEN-WEEN: MUSTARD HAT.
WILTING BUD: HEY GUYS, WE HAVE BEEN OFFERED A TALK RADIO THERAPY SHOW. WE HELP PEOPLE WITH THEIR PROBLEMS ON THE AIR. AND LOOK HERES A ROCKET, THIS WILL TAKE US THERE.
SMELLY KEITH: OK, WELCOME TO THE SHOW. TIME FOR OUR FIRST CALLER. THIS IS McFLAP OF KENTUCKY.
McFLAP: YES, UM I AM HAVING PROBLEMS WITH KEEPING A STEADY JOB. ANY POINTERS?
GREGGY GROPER: YEAH. IF YOU MOLD YOUR HAIR INTO A CONE-LIKE SHAPE... WOULD YOU STOP WHISTLING?!! JEEZ! SERIOUSLY!!
GREGGY GROPER TURNED BLACK AND HIS PANTS ROLLED UP.
JIMMY WICK: OK, NEXT CALLER.
PEE PONES: YES, I WAS HAVING PROBLEMS COPING WITH REALITY. BUT I CANT QUITE REALIZE WHAT IM COPING WITH??
THEN THEY REALIZED THEY HAD NEVER GOTTEN OFF THE ROCKET AND THEY WERE NOW MILES INTO OUTERSPACE. THEY LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER ON THE SUN.
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