Barney jumped back in horror, amazed at the life still shining out of those eyes.
Barney's voice intoned the angelic prophesy and they swayed together as they sang: (well, Baby Bop flopped around):
The ants go marching one by one hurrah hurrah;
The ants go marching two by two hurrah hurrah;
The ants go marching three by three;
The little one stops to climb a tree;
And they all go marching;
Down to the ground;
To get out of the rain;
BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM.
The Private Dick bolted out of bed with his gun in his hand, “singing, I heard singing.”
“F%!$!” he yelped as he looked at the heavy chest Ima Coffin had given him; she told him it would help him slay the purple demon and his freaky minions – he was having trouble getting the lock off earlier, but it looked like his toe had just broken it open with due kindness in return.
As he sat, still contemplating how his broken digit would affect the fate of the world, a slight humming caught his ear.
He closed is eyes and listened intently,"I love you, you love me" thrummed through out the room.
He could see Baby Bop's head, eyes shining over brightly, bloodied lips mouthing a mock rendition of his favorite lullabye, was this the end?
Suddenly, the chest at their feet clicked open and a vortex of light swirled upward inter-spaced with negative proton beams swirling out like ropes of light (who ya gonna to call?)
One knight cheered, “Ni!” and another held out his hands wondering, “Un cadeau?”
The forth was gaily dismembered by undead Barney, but in his death distracted the rotting purple hulk long enough for the dick to writhe free.
They packed up their gear and drove away in their wood paneled station wagon, leaving the dick to watch the sunrise on the first day of the rest of his life.
However the man named Bors was a Hell of a guy, known well for his appetite for setting grizzly bears on fire with a flamethrower. His neighbors feared him greatly.
Just then a troll, having ditched his bridge, kicked down the door.
Elmo giggled, his goldfish Dorothy splashed, and Elmo handed over the stack of tickets he acquired by parking his little red wagon illegally on Sesame Street.
"Dorothy, can you tell us about butt monkies?" Elmo asked.
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Dorothy responded, "you always ask me if I can tell you about this, or that or that, or this; I say jack; you open the closet and a mass conglomeration of whatever you were asking me about comes crashing down on you like a grain silo full of tribbles on the Star Ship enterprise; why don't you skip the middleman just once, you frenetic, spastic little git?"
"oh..." Elmo looked confused for a moment then smiled and giggled, "let's ask a baby!"
Baby stood before them all.
"Can anyone here spell 'non-sequiteur'?", it questioned, in a dribbly tone of voice.
The PI then fed Elmo to the troll with a fish appetizer and hobbled quickly out of the room after making sure that the troll was eating Elmo.
The PI crapped his pants when he heard the giggling from the closed door.
What surprised Delemar the most was that Dis was a transvestite
this bothered him because he like to put his fingers on everything
Of course, he had never encountered a green slime before; which is exactly the kind of encounter where one learns to keep his fingers to himself!
The smell of freshly baked apple pie filled the room.
"Pie AM good!"
The parking troll departed from the building, leaving the tactile PI alone with the talking pie and limiting the trajectories of this mindless narrative--and I use the world narrative VERY loosely.
The smell of talking pie in the morning reminded the PI of his grandmother, Isabella Wretch, the famous werewolf hunter who everyobody loved because werewolves, as everybody knows, are such a nuisance, although they are pretty quick on the comeback.