Soaked to the Bone
[EVERYONE MUST PARTICIPATE. Jac demands it.]
Rain, Mr Snoopypants decided, sucked. Especially relentless, driving rain. Especially relentless, driving rain that broke his umbrella and somehow pierce his layers of clothing, skin, and muscle to soak him to the bone. What he wouldn’t give for some hot tea right now.
Ah-CHOO!
There was no help for it. He was just going to have to kill the rain gods. Or gods of cold. Or gods of bypassing-layers-of-clothes-skin-and-muscle-to-soak-poor-mortals-to-the-bone. Whichever came first.
He finally reached his apartment after hours in the rain, and as he dredged himself miserably up the stairs, he heard a commotion on his floor.
Oh, no, not again.
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By sarah, March 21, 2009 @ 7:15 pm
“Gimme your umbrella!”
“Eeek~! No!!”
“Hand it over bitch!”
Mr. Snoopypants was glad the rain didn’t screw with his mind as badly as it did with his neighbor, Frank Woodstock. Woodstock would often harass his neighbors when he needed something, and he would never take no for an answer.
Mr. Snoopypants quickly tucked his umbrella away and approached Woodstock and his prey.
By Jac the Idiot, March 21, 2009 @ 7:32 pm
He had almost reached them when the lanky guy Woodstock was harassing finally sighed and punched Woodstock in the face with a quick jab. Then he winced and shook his fingers. “No room to kick,” he said languidly, turning to Mr. Snoopypants. “Did you want something?”
“Just to get to my apartment,” Mr. Snoopypants replied grumpily, tossing his broken umbrella on Woodstock’s back as he passed.
Leia was blocking his door when he got to it.
“No,” Mr. Snoopypants hissed. “Forget it. I’m not doing it.”
By HAHA, March 23, 2009 @ 5:51 pm
“You have to.”
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Mr. Snoopypants yelled and punched Leia in the face. ” DIE DIE DIEEEE!”, he continued yelling as he stabbed her side with a cheese stick.
Leia got up quickly and then poked Mr. Snoopypants in the stomach and then stuffed the cheese stick up his big nose.
Mr. Snoopypants turned around and was about to run out when he saw his immortal enemy.
By lmao loser, March 23, 2009 @ 5:58 pm
“Voldemort!”
Mr. Snoopypants was surprised, but his face quickly turned to anger.
“You, you….”
Voldemort leered evilly.
“YOUUUUUUUUU……!!!!!
care for some tea?”
-_-;;; 5-minute tea break and 10-minute bathroom break.
By HEHEHE, March 23, 2009 @ 6:04 pm
“Wowers, that tea was awwwesome!” sang Voldemort in his angelic voice sent from above.
“Oh thank you. Doraemon gave me the recipe.”
“YOU KNOW HIM?!”, Voldemort continued singing.
“Well duh. All great wizards know him.” replied Mr. Snoopypants as he stuck out his fist to give Leia one last knuckle sandwich.
“G-g-great wizards?!” Voldemort cringed. ” Oh no you didn’t” he said at last as he took out his pink wand.
By word, March 23, 2009 @ 6:05 pm
“OYID!”
By Jac the Idiot, March 25, 2009 @ 2:46 am
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?!” Voldy threw a cake at Mr. Snoopypants while Woodstock stood watching the entire thing, bemused, wondering what his (other) neighbor had smoked this time.
He sighed. Well, there was no cure for the voluntary insane. At least, there was no cure for Mr. Snoopypants. maybe Woodstock should just move….
By ,sndgtogh, April 18, 2009 @ 4:26 pm
…but he didn’t. And so cakes were being thrown everywhere.One hit Woodstock’s face and another hit Wookstock’s pet brontosaurus right in the butt. Outraged, the dinosaur smashed into everything and anything in sight.
He ended up running right into the window and fell into candyland. Voldy, seeing this, ran after him only to be first in line for the cotton candy. But, realizing he had forgotten his money in his man-purse and everything else on the top floor of the building, he decided to do the worst thing imaginable. He STOLE it.
Running as fast as possible, he ended up at the border between make believe and make-it-yourself. He couldn’t decide where to go and so he flew up, up, and away!!
By Jac the Idiot, April 18, 2009 @ 4:29 pm
Only to smash into the pavement seconds later. “ARGH! THE MIGHT VOLDY-SAMA DOES NOT! EAT! PAVEMENT!” In his outrage he threw the cake as hard as he could. The cake landed with an almighty splat.
…
“Awwwww, I was going to eat that….” he mourned.