In the woods by the brook lived a soldier named Granglwort. She darned her socks and ate her three course dinner.

Suddenly, a gunshot rang out. She looked around worriedly and jumped into Gene Simmon's tongue. It was long and gelatinous; the tounge went back and tried to see the shooter beside it.

Granglwort ate his pie along with that cat over there.

“Hey,” said Granglwort, "did you see how many pies that long tounge consumed ina fury!“ (…end quotation mark.)

Ian Jay, smart?
Witty more like.

So Granglwort fled some where else to see the giant panda bear who performed Shakespeare. Unfortunately, a Winnebago plummeted over it, landing on my off ramp, rolling down the highway bear and all, where the bear was stripped bare and forced to use Nair products to wash his Barbie Doll in his mother's special Dharma ranch dressing, causing it to smell very tasty.

”Oh no,“ cried the disgruntled mistress of the bear. ”Who was watching after the panda?"

It had gone, and put its Barbie doll in a tuba and forgot. So she walked away while the Barbie dolls made incoherent sentence.

Suddenly, a houseboat came floating around and started to dance with feet. And then they swamped three mean chocolate pudding pops, but there was no shoebox to use for shelter, so they ran far, far away.

Meanwhile, at the Barbie Doll Inn, (Barbie Doll Inn? :? ) the waxing session removed Barbie's stubble from the top of her thigh. And then the Barbie Doll imploded due to fear of Ken.

Suddenly, furless hamsters with blazing bayonets charged the dolls fifty dollars, for not killing them.

Meanwhile, somewhere else Ken called Barbie while sleeping with Jack the Ripper who was molesting Barbie's rival, Cindy.