Good Gravy.
Panel 1:
Character 1: Hummm, hmmm hmmm... Oh, this looks like a nice one...
Panel 2:
Character 2: (leaping)PICK ME! PICK ME!
Character 1: AAARGHHH!
Panel 3:
Character 2: Now to set up camp in the sporting goods section!
Panel 4:
Character 3: This is exactly why I don't bring you to Walmart anymore!
SFX: CRASH!
Man: (Walks into Deli)
Magic Wiener: "Don't eat me, I'm a magic wiener!"
Man: (Surprised)
Man: (Grabs Magic Wiener, proceeds to play baseball with it.)
Man2: (Surprised)
Char 1: *walks into scene* Hey, that's a good sign! I wonder who lives here?
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Char 2: *pops up* Hello!
Char 1: AAAAH!! Potato monster!
Char 2: MAGICAL potato monster! I'll fulfill any wish you have!
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Char 1: You know, I do have this desire...
Char 2: Yes?
---
Char 1: I'm hungry.
Char 3: *in background* Potato masher! Run!
Char 2: Oh dear.
In as few or as many panels as you like:
The signpost encourages THE COOLKID to kick the blue haired girl.
THE COOLKID journeys onwards to find a box, out of which emerges WIZARD POTATO.
WIZARD POTATO and THE COOLKID have a MIGHTY PSYCHIC BATTLE.
ARMY MAN holds up the LEGENDARY CLOWN HORN, which THE COOLKID worships.
Panel 1:
Guy: Umm... hi there....
Girl:...
Panel 2:
(Guy takes a hike)
Panel 3:
Potato: I am magical.
Panel 4:
(Guy's mind is invaded by potato)
Panel 5:
Bellhop: BEHOLD! THE MAGICAL TRUMPET!
Panel 6:
(Guy likes trumpet)
I guess I'm the last one in line.
Alright (I'm going to take this in a slightly different direction since I'm the last one, hope you don't mind):
Gather round, one and all, leave your cares at the door, and warm your feet by the fire. Tonight is a night for happiness and mirth. Find your favorite seat, and listen ye well to the literary world I am about to weave.
In an exotic land unlike our own, where clouds morph in erratic manners, where trees are but massive logs with sprigs of green on top, there lived a man. A man who wears garbs dyed in the bright color of the Sun. A man who, not unfortuitously, stumbled upon a dead body. From whence came this errant corpse? What tales could it tell? It stared slackjawed into the infinite expanses above, free of the burden of human worries. Rest well, brave journeyman. May we meet in the afterlife.
In the meantime, free kidney! The man in the butter-colored clothes decided to salvage the precious organ. After all, the dead have no use for such things.
But what, you may ask, would our friend in yellow do with a kidney? As if a response from the Gods themselves, the man in yellow beheld a sign. Not a symbolic sign, or a supernatural sign, but a common material sign, pointing off to the west. The man, with newfound kidney in tow, struck out for what was sure to be the adventure of a lifetime.
After many miles of travelling, the man met Coconut Steve.
Everything went straight to hell, the atmosphere became a sickly purple toxic haze, visions of horns and the maniacal laughter of Coconut Steve caused the man's world to explode in white squigglies. The disreputable folk of the Southmarches have such a term for this phenomena, our friend in yellow was "tripping some serious balls".
After 27 hours of unspeakable atrocities involving brass aerophones and purple liney rectangles, the man woke up stark naked in the middle of a field with a newfound, inexplicable love of Cornets.
The end.
It's like watching a sunflower seed germinate, sprout out of the ground, and start growing these big knobbly things filled with legos and sparkplugs before bursting into flame and flying away into the sunset.
EDIT:
Oh no! Where's Samthere and Japa's? I didin't receive a copy of those two for some reason. Forward them to me and I'll put them back in.
EDIT2:
Yay! Japa to the rescue!
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