So the thing is, I was walking down the road the other day when a GIANT PINEAPPLE stopped me. he said, 'Hey, how ya doing, so you like pineapples?' To which i replied, 'Well, without intending to hurt your feelings, I actually do not. I;m ever so sorry.' The pineapple took a few moments to process this before asking for my phone number. I pointed out his lack of arms would make it difficult to ring or text me, so there would be little point in giving him my phone number at which point he started to cry; NOt knowing what else to do, I called out for my minions to help the poor fruit man. the little aliens, I befriended several years ago, on a trip to Malahuugi, helped the pineapple man, return to his former happy self allowing me to continue my trip to the guitar shop.
When there once was a time full of many guitar shop, now only one lonely store stands in our town, surrounded by dying businesses all around, as it clings on for existence. So I was immediately saddened by the emptyness of the store as I entered. Then through the window smashed four brightly coloured half monkey half panda creatures. they were around four foot eleven, one orange, one blue, one green, one purple and one yellow.
"The evil Mr, Bleugh has been seen around these parts have you seen him?" The blue one asked. I looked around suspiciously before notcing a beautiful telecaster starting to tumble toiwards the ground. With a yell of despair I lunged across the floor to save the instrument. I caught it just in time, and yet now lay, vulnerable, at the feet of Mr.Bleugh. He was an evil man, who disliked anything Musical or ,monkeyish. he tried to snatch the guitar from me, obviously with full intention of breaking it, but i rolled from his grasp. Then the monkeyts attacked, leaving Belugh unconcious on the floor in seconds.
"thankyou Orange monkeys Go!" i said, referring to their team name.
"We're just doing our job!" They replied.