Hey! I am back! Man, I'm like on an updating frenzy or something! Go me!
Disclaimer: I don't own CURSED BANANAS, ice cream, FILLIB (Cause it's © to MorphManiac) but I do own South-West New Gwauniya-Twatsuman-yon. FEAR ME!!!
Silver Meteor: Regular
ONCE UPON A TIME, AN ANCIENT CURSE WAS PLACED ON A BANANA. WHY A CURSE WAS PLACED ON THE POOR BANANA NO ONE KNEW, BECAUSE THE BANANA WAS A LAW-ABIDING CITIZEN AND NO ONE HAD THE RIGHT OR THE IGNORANCE TO PLACE A CURSE ON THE FRUIT. ALL OF THESE THINGS REMAIN A MYSTERY. LIKE WHY I'M TYPING IN ALL CAPS. EXCUSE ME. **ADJUSTS KEyboard** Ah, that's better. Anyway, legend said that who ever ate the ACCURSED BANANA WOULD CHANCE INTO A GIANT MONKEY AT THE FULL MOON! Drat, what's wrong with this thing? **inspects keyboard**
Unfortunately, Redhead, for no logical reason, ate the ACCURSED BANANA. I was hungry, I guess. Oh! I mean she was hungry **shifty eyes** I wasn't hungry, seeing as I am not Redhead. . . That's right, she was hungry, wasn't me, no it was she–Ahem. Anyway, Full Moon came, blah blah blah, Redhead was suddenly a lot hairier and taller and she could climb trees. Oh, and Meteor was the first person she saw. When she was a MONKEY. She saw her when she was a MONKEY.
Whomever (Ooh, proper grammar! **sparkle, glint glint**) the giant MONKEY sees first is the one who is destined to eat ice cream with. The MONKEY. She had to eat ice cream with the MONKEY. So, Meteor took Redhead MONKEY to the ice cream social at Morph's church that was held to raise money for cancer. Er, against cancer. It's not like we were helping it, like, financially, or junk. Cancer sucks. Redhead and Meteor gave lots of money.
The ice cream-worshping duo soon bought all the ice cream and sent it overseas to underprivileged children in South-West New Gwauniya-Twatsuman-yon. (So you can't say we haven't done our good deed for society!) Then, as a SECOND part of the IGNORANT FRUIT CURSE, Morph was forced to DO A LITTLE DANCE with the MONKEY. Grr, WHat the HECk is WroNG WITH this THinG! **whacks keYBOArd** Testing. . .Testing. . .Okay, grood. I mean good. . .and great. Great and good. Anyway, the dance was very FUNNY and SILLY and DUMB at the same time.
And being FUNNY and SILLY and DUMB was getting on Redhead's nerves, so she decided to get rid of the curse (she also found it very difficult to shave, being covered completely in fur. . .RED MONKEY fur. . .)
Morph then got a grood idea. I mean, good. . .and great. Great and good. She told Redhead to cover herself in shaving cream, stay like that for 24 hours–(What, ya gotta use numbers? Too good to write ONE WHOLE DAY?)–SHUT UP AND BUTT OUT, METEOR! Anyway, stay like that for 24 HOURS, and then to take a shower. To make a long story short, she did. Morph then realized that technically Redhead would have changed back before then, because a full moon doesn't stay out for 24 hours strait. . . but the FILLIB* dance had dulled her sharp, pointy head.
Meteor thought the story to complicated and made Redhead a girl again, because she had all mighty magikal powers. She then explained that the ACCURSED BANANA was cursed by the Blue Cheese Tribe, an evil and ignorant bunch of cheeses-ses. . .Yeah. And the story was extremely FILLIB.
Redhead is lost, and wants to know–what does FILLIB mean? Is it some super-secret organization? ALIEN HUNTERS?! IS IT A CONSPIRACY?! (I'm not a MONKEY no more! Thanks, Morph!) (Hey! I was the one who turned you back! : p)
Yay! Morph was happy! She found Redhead (cause she was lost) (Oh you're so clever) and told her the TRUE meaning of CHRISTMAS, oh, er, the TRUE meaning of FILLIB. AND IT IS MY WORD AND IT IS © BY ME! MUHAHAHA!
THE END. . . . . . . . . . . QUESTION MARK!!!!!
EPILOGUE: Morph ate cheese and said was FILLIB. Meteor
and Redhead was the only one to live, cause Morph choked on the cheese. Oh, and Meteor fell off a cliff, I guess.
Meteor and Morph: HEY!!!!!!!!! **Chase Redhead with giant fly swatters**