User:Kimera Kat/Three word story

This a three word story. Anybody can post 3 words to it. Don't swear, don't do more than 3 words. Then everyone will be happy.

Chapter 1: Beginning

There was once a boring story. This is not it. On the topic, there was once a boy named Phillip. Phillip's ankles were frail from biting them while bored in school. His teacher, a crab, he hated. The teacher's pincers...wait...not really. I lied. They are hands...really! Anyway, one day he found out that his mom was concerned about his grades.

He went to his guidance counselor who inexplicably brought out the fact that he enjoyed pie. Phillip had found that when he sneezed, time would mysteriously stop. Also, when he clapped, llamas would die. Llamas were endangered! Carl Wheezer cried. But soon, he decided that he poated potato juice and tried not to kill the llamas.

Anyway, I ate Arrakeen Giant Sandworms and then died. Dying really hurts. Bob the llama pointed out "We're getting off topic!" "But who cares?" Phillip clapped and bob the llama died. Everybody cried because Bob was famous. Bob was reincarnated. He then joined the orginization of super llamas. But soon, he began the quest for Michael Jackson's llama, which unlike others, refused to spit on annoying tourists. Then, Michael Jackson, riding a llama, started eating pie.

Phillip and Bob skipped past the flying German duck, laughing with elves dancing around their flying voodoo dolls dancing around their emo fish cakes. However, I digress. They are so cheaters. They manipulated the dice in a Monopoly game. Anyway, soon a flying pancake exploded. The shockwave hit a farting fish in the face. Mike the fish played Monopoly with another fish called Peggy. Peggy blew up. Mike mourned over his spilled milk, but not Peggy. Peggy came back. Then, Bob played some non-Scrabble Monopoly. Mike joined in. Out of nowhere, another paragraph started.

"Help! I eat Michael Jackson's baby llamas!" cried the evil Queen Elizabeth, then blew up. Three words is three words, dork. "Don't insult my highly intelligent pie!" I cried whilst assassinating the queen. Phillip found a three word story in his pants. Bob moved on to a better nation of pie. For your information, that nation's Denmark. Economical frivolities result in Mike's cake exploding into fragments and stuff. Shoes like peppermint. Jimbo hates people referencing poisonous lemonade.

Chapter 2: The Recreation of Mike's Cake

Mike the Lychee, who is unrelated to Mike the fish, jumped between trees, then sang about Bob the Llama. Then, quite suddenly, Phillip started biting his knees off. The police came to edit this after which they met a llama girl named Skittles. Skittles loved huge cakes, and was a Wikipediholic. Flying cats will rule when I stop saying they can't sing about a crushed elephant. Phillip is awesome. Period. This is the worst story ever. Not! Skittles loves Michael Jackson's nose because of the fact that Mike is very smart. I jumped off the Eiffel Tower and died twice. I was revived. By Noel Edmonds, why? Why not? Because of the next paragraph.

Cake blows up when you say "Pie." I said pie. That is why Michael Jackson is now insane. He likes cake. Meanwhile, back at the two Mikes, Jordan ate them with pleasure. Mmmm. Narf is a freaking idiot. He jumps on left-wing opinion polls, then he loses his pants. Wait, I don't think it's really purple. I think it's back to story, where Mike's pie exploded hopelessly into kung-fu watermelons. Mike started vomiting uncontrollably. He died from okra poisoning. No-one cared. Spiderman, who was eating a giant pie saw a snowman jump off a cucumber-eating hamster. I like cake. Pikachu ate Poke-cake. Then Pikachu puked. Aww...so adorable! The barf flew and hit the wall and spiderman. Spiderman blew up into a cloud and ate paprika. Bart Simpson then saw the coming Lost Ark, which spoke about Djibouti and Ragatingi. Then the Olympics happened and was later rickrolled by some llama called Pianista. Afterwards, Bart and Lisa Simpson yelled, "NEVER GONNA GIVE YOU ANY DONUUUUUUUUUUTS!" Only then, all the ferrets suddenly exploded when the Olympics ended. On subject of Bob the Llama, he spat on Weebl and Bob. But then Bob, Bob and Weebl, and SpongeBob SquarePants all came together to bake Mike's terrible meat pies, Homer Simpson ate Bob and Weebl. Then, the donut ran away.

Phillip likes my userpage but he almost got killed while signing my guestbook by a big, hairy troll. The troll shaved all his hair but was still failing to meet Wikipedia's notability guidelines. Meanwhile, Phillip was eating cheesecake and found something shiny. It was a Working man's Barnstar except that it smelled horribly, like a dying moose. Despite that, Phillip relished in it. Phillip has weird, pink, clown shoes. The shoes smell like SpongeBob Squarepants. The stock market has nothing to do with DONUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUTS!!! But this story is just lame, because it is written by llamas. Llamas explode loudly. They stink bad, like rancid lolipops.Lolipops sticks= EVIL like Phillip's little yellow polka-dot bikini. That is troubling. But then the lolipop sticks disappear into a vast black hole that consumes llamas like divison by zero. An iMac G5 lands in your hair, which burns. It's soft, intricate, yellow, burning, deadly, venomous, strand-like exterior swallows you whole before running the sudowoodo who rides into the minefield and flattens pikachu. Homestar saves pikachu. Pikachu runs into a brick wall. Homestar breaks wallsopikachucanpass. "Wallsopikachucanpass" is Russian. No, it's compound! It's the result of a genetic word fusion thingummyrobert. Then Homsar is the result of my cat getting killed. Suddenly, Donald Trump eats a Sugar-coated doughnought, thus a sandworm flew into the mouth of Bob to save his undead bear cavalry from the united