MICK-MICK: I AM PRESIDENT OF ZIMBABWE. FROM NOW ON, MY COUNTRY WILL BE SPELLED THE SAME WAY, BUT PRONOUNCED AS "BUNSPANK".

GORGORATH THE DESTROYER: ALL INHABITANTS OF MY COUNTRY MUST NOW HAVE BLADES SURGICALLY IMPLANTED INTO THEIR ARMS AND EYES. AND OUR TERRAIN BOUNDARYS MUST BE OUTLINED IN REAL LIFE WITH BROWN CRAYON.

PICKLED PRAK: MY COUNTRY DECLARES EVERY OTHER COUNTRY TO BE NOTHING MORE THAN PUNKS. SO SHUT THE HECK UP.

MEESTY-PEENY: MY COUNTRY, SWEDEN, IS MAILING ALL OF OUR HARDEES AND SOCCER FEILDS TO MUHODIUM'S COUNTRY AS A GIFT.

MUHODIUM: YOU ROTTEN BASTARD!

MUHODIUM RIPPED SWEDEN OUT OF THE GROUND AND TOSSED THEM OUT INTO THE LONLINESS OF SPACE TO PERISH.

BRONTOJ-BRONTOJ: MY COUNTRY IS FRANCE.

BRONTOJ-BRONTOJ WAS CRYING.

lower case johnno: very funny guys. spelling my country in lower case letters was a real gas. i hope you all rip apart.

PESSIMIST CALVIN: I GOT THE SHAFT. MY COUNTRY IS AT THE BOTTOM OF THE ATLANTIC OCEAN. AND IM ACTUALLY DEAD RIGHT NOW WITH A FISH IN MY THROAT.

HOG-HOG: BEING THE ALL POWERFUL TURBO LORD OF ARGENTINA, I HAVE DECIDED THAT IT IS TIME TO KILL ALL OF MY CITIZENS. BYE!

CHOT-CHOT: I CAN HARDLY BELEIVE THAT I AM THE GREAT TUNG PING CHOK OF JAPAN! THIS MEANS I CONTROL A GREAT ARMY OF SAMURAI AND NINJAS! RIGHT?

HE LOOKED TO HIS EMBASSADOR WHO WAS SHAKING HIS HEAD.

CHOT-CHOT: THEN WHAT DO I CONTROL AN ARMY OF?

OUT WALKED ABOUT SEVEN FAMOUS RAP STARS. THEY WERE BUSTING OUT FRESH BEATS AND LAYIN IT OUT FLAT AND COLD.

PRANT-PRANT: DOES ANYONE REMEMBER A COUNTRY CALLED "QUAZMODIAR"? WELL IF YOU DONT, ITS BECAUSE EVERY COUNTRY HAS BEEN NAMED THAT BEFORE... AND I AM NAMED THAT WAS WELL!! HRUUU! HRUUU!

GREGGY GROPER: MY COUNTRY, PORTUGAL, HAS A CRUSH ON ZIMBABWE.

MICK-MICK'S COUNTRY BEGAN TO BLUSH AND WINK ITS EYES. THEN HIS COUNTRY GOT A PHONE CALL. PORTUGAL WANTED TO GO OUT ON A DATE.

BOSTON-BOSTON: CAN COUNTRIES BE MARRIED?

SAG-SAG: WHY YES INDEED! HOW DO YOU THINK NEW COUNTRIES ARE FORMED?

AND SO BEGAN THE ROMANCE BETWEEN PORTUGAL AND ZIMBABWE, TRUE LOVERS IN EVERY SENSE OF THE WORD. THEY SOON GAVE BIRTH TO ZIMBUTIGAL AND PORTABWE.

SETTING: ALL OF THE PALS ARE UNIQUE IN SOME WAY.

JIM-JIM: I HAVE FORTY THOUSAND ARMS. IM LIKE A KOOSH BALL.

SIGMONDOUS THE FRON: I HAVE A MIND IN EVERY PART OF MY BODY. SOMETIMES MY HAIR AND MY TOES START MAKING OUT. MY ARMS TRY TO STOP THEM BUT USUALLY END UP TRYING TO KISS MY KNEES.

SIGMONDOUS THE FRON WAS CURLED UP IN A BALL ON THE FLOOR AND KISSING SOUNDS WERE ERUPTING FROM ALL OVER HIS BODY.

SUPER BONES: HEY LADS, WHATS THAT OVER THERE?

THE PALS GAZED UP THE HILL AND NOTICED THERE WAS SOME SORT OF SLIP AND SLIDE BEING RUN BY SOME LITTLE KIDS.

MUHODIUM: IT WOULD BE REDICULOUS OF US NOT TO KILL THOSE CHILDREN.

SO THEY DID. AND THEY SLIP AND SLIDED THEIR WAY INTO HISTORY. INSTEAD OF USING WATER THEY USED BLOOD.

SETTING: THE PALS HAVE DECIDED THAT THEY HATE TIME.

DOP-DOP: IM IN OVER MY HEAD. I DONT HAVE ENOUGH YOGURT.

DESPERATE KRATH: DEAR GOD! WHAT IS GOING ON!!

PERF-PERF: DUDES! REMEBER THE TITANS?

MUHODIUM: YEAH I REMEMBER THE TITANS. WE WHOOPED THEIR BONES. THEIR SKULLS HANG FROM MY AXE.

SCRAPPABLE STU: I WANT SOMEONE TO INVEST IN MY BOOGER MASKS.

LIFE HAD BEGUN FOR THEM JUST AS THEIR MOTHERS HATED TO WATCH THEM EAT CANDY.

SETTING: ALL THE PALS ARE AT A PLAYGROUND.

BOFUR-BOFUR: I GOT SWINGS!

BOFUR-BOFUR CRUISED OVER AND PUNCHED A BUNCH OF KIDS IN THE NECK. THEN HE SWANG ON ALL THE SWINGS SIMULTANEOUSLY.

MUHODIUM: I LOVE SANDBOXES.

MUHODIUM WENT OVER AND PLAYED NICELY WITH THREE CHILDREN IN THE SANDBOX. THE PALS LOOKED AT HIM CONFUSED.

MUN-MUN: THE SPINNING MERRY-GO-ROUND IS WHERE ITS AT. AND WATCH THIS!

MUN-MUN WAS FORCING A BUNCH OF LITTLE KIDS TO STAND IN A CIRCLE AROUND THE MERRY-GO-ROUND WHILE HE SAT ON IT WITH HIS FIST OUT IN THE AIR. THAT WAY HE COULD PUNCH THEM IN THE FACE WITHOUT MOVING A MUSCLE.

MUN-MIN: MY LIFE IS COMPLETE. SMACK! HAHAH!

SICKLY MEL: LETS START A REBELLION. THOSE KIDS ON THAT WOODEN TOWER WONT INCLUDE ME IN THEIR TAG GAME.

THE PALS LOOKED UP AT A BUNCH OF MEAN KIDS THAT HAD TAKEN OVER THE TOWER. OH HOW THE PALS WANTED THAT TOWER.

SERONJON: ALWAYS REMEMBER ME... AND NEVER REMEMBER TO FORGET ME... MYSTERIOUS...

BLACK GRAPES: LET'S TAKE THE TOWER!

AND SO BEGAN THE MOST FEROCIOUS GAME OF TAG EVER PLAYED. THE POSSESSION OF THE PLAYGROUND'S TOWER WAS AT STAKE.

RED TODD: NOOOOOO! IM IT! I WILL NOT SURRENDER TO THIS LIIIIIIIIFE!!!

RED TODD CAUGHT UP WITH A SMALL CHILD NAME WHISKERS AND SLAPPED HIM AS HARD AS HE COULD ON THE BACK CREATED AN ECHO SOUND ACROSS THE PLAYGROUND. TODD'S HAND PRINT COULD BE SEEN GLOWING FROM UNDER THE KID'S SHIRT. WHISKERS SOON TAGGED FALLOPIAN PHIL WHO IN TURN GRABBED A SMALL LAD NAMED DAVEY AND TAGGED HIM ON THE FACE AND THREW HIS LIMP BODY DOWN THE SLIDE. WHEN HE EMERGED FROM THE OTHER SIDE, HE WAS DEAD AND SLUMPED DOWN INTO THE SAND.

ERNEST-RAT-GONKS: BITE ME BOMPERS! WHOO! WHOO! SOMEHOW THAT DEAD KID TAGGED ME.

ERNEST-RAT-GONKS SPOTTED A FAT KID NEAR THE FIRE POLE. HE CHASED HIM. THEY RAN ACROSS THE SANDBOX, WHERE MUHODIUM WAS SITTING AND GNAWING ON SOME BONES. THE THREE KIDS WERE NOWHERE TO BE SEEN, EXCEPT FOR A PAIR OF LITTLE LEGS STICKING OUT OF THE SAND AND A SMALL PILE OF BONES. ERNEST-RAT-GONKS CHASED THE FAT KID DOWN, TAGGED HIM ON THE TEMPLES AS BLOOD SPRAYED ACROSS THE FIRE POLE. NOW THERE WAS ONLY ONE MEAN KID LEFT. IT WAS FRANKY THE FIEND, AND MICK-MICK WANTED THE KILL.

MICK-MICK: YOU ARE MY WORST ENEMY, FRANKY, AND I SWEAR BY ALL THAT IS HOLY THAT YOU WILL PERISH BY MY SLAPPING HAND!!!

MICK-MICK BEGAN TO RUN AS A TURBO SOUND WAS EMITTED. FRANKY SEEMED CONFIDENT THAT HE COULD MAKE IT TO THE SAFETY POINT, WHICH WAS ANY OF THOSE LITTLE ANIMALS WITH SPRINGS ON THE BOTTOM THAT KIDS ALWAYS GET HURT ON. THEY BOTH BEGAN TO RUN AS ALL THE PALS AND OTHER KIDS WATCHED AS THE LEGENDARY CHASE UNFOLDED.

STEVEN-WIGGLEBOTTOM: SOMEBODY HONK MY NIPS!

LIFE SEEMED TO GO IN SLOW MOTION AS CHARIOTS OF FIRE PLAYED IN THEIR MINDS. THEY COULD SEE MICK-MICK'S ROPEY ARM REACH OUT TOWARD FRANKY AS HE WAS DIVING FOR THE SAFTEY ZONE. TIME FROZE. LIFE DIDN'T MATTER. THEN IT BEGAN AGAIN AS MICK-MICK SMACKED FRANKY RIGHT ON THE ASS, PUSHING HIM ONTO THE SPRINGY DUCK, WHERE HIS NECK BECAME EMBEDED. THE SPRING RECOILED AND SNAPPED HIS HEAD OFF. BLOOD RAINED DOWN LIKE CONFETTI AS THE PALS CELEBRATED THEIR VICTORY. IT WAS A GLORIOUS DAY TO BE A PAL.