SETTING: ALL OF THE PALS ARE BREAKING THIS ONE KID'S SCIENCE PROJECT AND WERE SURE NOT TO LEARN ANYTHING AS A RESULT OF IT.
WEG-WEG: AS I TORE DOWN THE STRUCTURE OF THE ATOM, I THOUGH ABOUT HOW IT IS RELATED TO THE COMPOSITION OF MATTER.
WEG-WEG WAS KILLED SO FAST THAT HIS SHADOW STAYED WHERE IT WAS FOR THE NEXT YEAR.
BROCOLLI COLLECTION: HEY GUYS! I HEARD THAT THERE IS MYSTICAL LAND WHERE NOBODY EVER HAS TO LEARN A THING.
THEY ALL STOOD IN AWE AS THEY DREAMED OF SUCH A GLORIOUS PLACE.
SOOD-SOOD: MAYBE IF I PLUG MY NOSE WHILE I CUT MY HAIR, IT WILL NEVER FROST AGAIN.
GIMP-GIMP: LET'S TRY TO FIND THIS MYSTICAL LAND!
THEY ALL CHEERED AND WIGGLED THEIR BEARDS. BEARD-BEARD'S BEARD WIGGLED BEST OF ALL.
RUG-RUG: WHERE SHOULD WE LOOK?
THEY ALL WONDERED.
TICKLISH BILL: IN A TREE?
GORGEOUS TIM: UNDER MY SHOES?
SICKLY MEL: INSIDE AN INVISIBLE DRUID MUG?
FLOWING NOSTY: IN THE ENCHANTED FOREST OF NINJA DEATH?
EVERYONE: YEAH!
SO THEY RAN OFF INTO THE WOODS AND WERE EATEN BY NINJAS. THE NINJAS PUKED THEM OUT RIGHT AWAY AND THE NINJAS JOINED THEM IN THEIR LEGENDARY CRUSADE TO FIND THE LAND OF IGNORANCE. THEY NEVER FOUND IT AND HAD TO GO TO SCHOOL THE NEXT DAY.
IVAN: AH! RATS!
SETTING: MOST OF THE PALS WERE STILL ALIVE ON THIS DAY AND THEY WERE SELLING SNAILS BY THE SIDE OF THE ROAD.
BRAUTWURST: CLAMS FOR SALE!
FUNNY BONES: NO YOU ROCK EYES! WE'RE SELLING SNAILS.
FRIDAY: I CAN'T SPEAK. I'M A DAY OF THE WEEK!
ZIGMONDIS: LOOK SOMEONE IS COMING!
A SKINNY GUY IN A TRENCH COAT CAME UP. HE WORE A MASK THAT LOOKED LIKE A HIPPO.
SKINNY GUY: YES. I'D LIKE FORTY CLAMS.
FUNNY BONES: WE AREN'T SELLING CLAMS. WE HAVE NONE.
BRAUTWURST: I ALWAYS KEEP SOME SPARE CLAMS IN MY SOCK. HERE YA GO.
THEY SOLD HIM CLAMS AND A TORNADO CAME AND BLEW THE MAN'S CLOTHES OFF. IT WAS THE BONE GUY!!!!
THEY WHOOPED HIM WITH BOARDS AND METAL RODS UNTIL HE LOOKED LIKE SICKLY MEL.
SICKLY MEL: HE'S A HANDSOME GUY NOW.
ANOTHER GUY CAME AND BOUGHT CLAMS. THE SAME THING HAPPENED AND BONE GUY'S BROTHER WAS INSIDE. SOON THERE WERE INFINITE BONE GUYS AND EVEYONE COMMITED SUICIDE.
SETTING: ALL THE PALS OWN HORSES.
BRUTUS: MINE IS NAMED WARTY! YEE HA!
BRUTUS GALLOPED OFF INTO THE DISTANCE. HIS HORSE WAS RIDING HIM INSTEAD.
ZEIKFRAW: MY HORSE HAS METAL ARMS AND COULD WHOOP YOU IN A GAME OF CHICKED SWORDS.
MUHODIUM HAD BEEN MUTATING HIS HORSE TO BE A MEAN WAR MACHINE. IT HAD A HUGE MOUTH WITH SEVENTY TEETH. IT HAD GUNS ON HIS LEGS AND A BIG BLUE CAP THAT SAID, "I WONDER IF MICKY IS HOME TODAY."
FROTHING HOG: CHEF BOYARDEE IS HERE!
ALL THE PALS HOARDED OVER AND ATE RAVIOLIS. THEY HAD A HUGE PARTY AND BECAME MAD AGAIN. THERE WAS A HUGE BRAWL AND LUCKILY THE CHEF HAD STASHED NINJA STARS IN HIS RAVIOLLI SO THAT AT LEAST THERE WERE SOME WEAPONS INVOLVED.
RAW PACKAGE: WE HAVE NO RAVIOLIS LEFT! AHHH!
THE PALS WERE STILL PIPING HUNGRY AND LICKED THEIR LIPS AND STARED AT THE HORSES. THEY ALL HUNTED DOWN THEIR HORSE AND ATE THEM AND THEN THEY TOOK TURNS EATING EACH OTHER.
ROOTS OF FUN: YOU KNOW, WE ARE BOTH SIMILAR TO CARROTS.
MEAT-MEAT: THANKS!
SETTING: ALL THE PALS WERE STRICKEN WITH ILLNESS.
RUDY ROOTBEER: AHH. MY ILLNESS IS YOUR EYES BECOME FRUITS AND YOU HAVE TO EAT THEM OR YOU OWE THE ILLNESS A COKE.
ALFREDO: MY SICKNESS IS THAT I CAN'T EVER EAT A CONCRETE PLANT.
MICK-MICK: MY DISEASE IS THAT I CAN'T COMPETE IN THE JOB MARKET.
YONTY McDWARP: I DESIGNED A DISEASE THAT MAKES ME KING OF THE EARTH.
ALFREDO: MAN DO I WANT A CONCRETE PLANT!
SUDDENLY A PAINTING OF BARRY WHITE FELL FROM THE SKY AND THEIR NEW ILLNESS WAS CALLED "SQUASHED REALLY FLAT AND KILLED."