CHIBATRON

Once upon a time, there were four friendlies. Three of them were girlies, one of them was a boyie. They decided to make magical peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Of course there were other oddities inside the sandwiches: hazelnut spread, lettuce, mushrooms, and sauerkraut. You know, the usual this-and-that. The peabutt and J sandwiches were devoured within mere hours. Or minutes… more like. Suddenly they ran out into the grassy fields of Champagne and made sure to grab their faded towelettes. Parrots and flying fish resided in these magical fields, as well as the occasional baseball game. (Go Padres!) They set down their towels and stripped down to their bathing suits for no apparent reason at all that I can find. How? Well, that’s between me and the Alaskan bears. Anyway, anywho, they began to get restless in the fields of Champagne and decided to reside in the shade of the coconian living room. The expensive Coconian couch was filthy with dusty filth, as well as the fake plant in the corner next to the arm chair. One of the girlies approached the life-size window in the side of the room. It seemed to lead to a dream world. She unlatched the window and a life-threatening death tornado came storming into the room with absolutely lethal intentions. Not that tornadoes have intentions, I suppose… but anyway, that’s what happened. Bear and Kayla fell straight to the floor, laughing their arses off. This tornado seemed to be confused in the indoor prison, afraid of the police officer with the giant key. It left with a little help from Bachie and Pet. They went outside again but this time it was into the land of Unfairpiggybanks. It was summer in Unfairpiggybanks and that usually meant temperatures of about 80 degrees Farenheit to around 143 degrees Farenheit. It was around 75 degrees that day, not a cloud in the pie, and the friends felt wet. Wet spots, on all of their clothes, suddenly appeared in the blink of an eye. Wet spots, on the concreat. Everything was wet. The friendsies were scared, confused, and quite excited for tomorrow evening! (However, unfortunately, I can’t get into that matter as I’m addressing this particular event at the moment). To this day, it is disagreed upon as to who suggested the particular suggestion I’m about to reveal. Regardless, someone said someting along the lines of “let’s go to the beach.” THE BEACH! Of course, why hadn’t they thought of that before? The niche is the perfect place to go on this magical day. So they made their way to the leech in floating limosine. Bear enjoyed high-lass accessories like limousines. It felt as though there was a slight breeze in the limousine, but to this day I don’t believe any windows were open.

-MIKATRON SANFILIPPOTRON