Of Suspicious Janitors and Berry Cakes Pt.3

More bucketball, more losses. Could it get any worse? Actually it could, like they could die of a lung cancer that they never knew they had. But they didn’t. So what happened? Everyone rested… for a while. Then they started feeling moxious. Oh yes, very moxious. It was then that the chocolate bandits changed their name to… the Disco Bandits!

Why the Disco Bandits? It is in fact explained here.

Click the link. Trust me, its legit. What, the link doesn’t work you say? Nah, your interweb browser’s just screwed up that’s all.


Sucker… it’s actually right here.

Just scroll all the way down and refer to "Disco Bandit".

Back to the story.

The heroes had a great feast to celebrate their amazing achievement. There Peo began to strip his clothes next to a guy called Berry. Or Barry. Or John. Sounds the same to me- I mean, Peo, sounded all the same to Peo, so he couldn’t remember. Let’s just say his name was Berry. Bear was stripping his clothes too.

“That’s really moxious dude.” Said Peo.
“No, you’re moxious man.” Said John.
“No, you’re moxious.” Said Peo.
“No, you’re moxious.” Said Barry.
“Is your name Tom?” Said Peo.
“No, I’m Barry.” Said Berry.

And so, Peo became friends with Berry, for they felt they communicated well, and had a lot in common, for example, the lack of a shirt.

Peo and Weo met up the next morning and got on their retard high on cucumber. Cucumber is a great source of neural-destructive toxins and fat, and is highly recommended as a side dish to chocolate rice and milo chicken.

Using their Schneider-Sense, they went to a mall and scouted out the perimeter for a legendary treasure known as “Cake Stall”. After many long hours of searching for few minutes several days later, they found it. And they each said, “We found it.”

There in the “Cake Stall” was a pinkish, maybe purple, possible yellow cake, and above it a sinister sign: “BERRY CAKE”

“NOOOOOOOOOOO!” cried Peo.
“NOOOOOOOOOOO huh?” said Weo.
“THEY KILLED BERRY!” said Peo.
“NOOOOOOOOOOO!” cried Berry.

And they laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed for hours and days and minutes and seconds and months and then a little more time.

When they got to the airport, Peo and Weo discovered a magical harem filled with silver bowls that men stood over and made suspicious splashing noises. Then there were the white bowls with water flowing into them in abundance. Peo discovered a pinkcum dispenser.

“It’s Pinkcum.” Said Weo.
“It’s like… a pink cucumber without the cu and ber.” Said Peo, in a profound manner.”

And they went home and lived happily ever after for the next 8 months and 17 days.

The end. Of the beginning. Of the middle bit. With 34% more plot to go.


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Ok done. The End. Bye.