PART II – Elves of the 84 Firetrucks
Finally, when Smurfs and non-dairy products were eating, inconceivably fabulous elven Firetruck-rider cultists arrived, solid and floppy substances estranged anti-establishment hysteria over unicorns, and sick ocelots mated peanut butter filled pumas with roombas. But violently voracious elves quickly rescinded the peace treaty and all roombas simultaneously exploded, revealing the desiccated chocolate alterations, bombastically yet subtlety quiet. Sweet pineapple-pizza marmalade loving hobgoblins licked violently at fake gods, while fast yet quick morsels undulated fetchingly further away, and hungry ocelots agree food tastes angry and ridiculously smurffy when sprinkled.
Licking, inappropriately, yet ironically, bitter hyenas left huge flame-resistant replies etched deeply into cardboard fireproofing. However 84 firetrucks prepared freshly-licked cookies, deliciously fighting.
Crumbs flailing enticingly around, psychotic chewing ensues, when pointy elbowed fruit-engorged mice discovered pineapple-laced technology fainted. Scared, the pineapple-transporter-technology-operator licked mice-activated firetrucks. Fifteen mice sacrificed their slightly-elongated genitals gingerly. Completely confirming previously archaic suspicions,