Mig looked around in horror as he saw his new surroundings were far from his home in Kentucky.
“We’re not in Kentucky anymore,” he told his pet dog Tyke.
Tyke bit at a flea on his leg as his master looked around in awe.
“How did we get here,” thought Mig, “the last thing I remember is running home from Long John Silvers cuz there was a bad tornado headed our way. Now I’m here, wherever here is.”
Just then there came a giggle from a near by bush.
“What as that?” asked Mig.
The giggle came again.
“Who’s there?” called Mig.
He walked towards the green shrub. As he drew near a head popped out from behind it. Then another head, and another head, and followed by yet, two more heads. Mig looked in amazment at the newly exposed faces. There was five in all, all being female and “boy,” thought Mig, “were they ugly,” in fact they were hideous. The faces crawled from behind the bush to show 5 equally hideous bodys, deformed and mutated.
"They looked like chipmunks, no munchkins,” thought Mig.
And as if the bodies weren’t bad enough, these girls, if you’d call them that, were majorly hoin’ it. Mid drifts, dasey dukes, and minis clung like a second skin to the munchkins.
“Lookin for a good time baby?” asked one of them.
Mig shuddered at the thought and shook his head no, “No, no thanks. Could you tell me where I am?”
“Baby don’t you know where you at? What kind of drugs you be takin boy?”
“I don’t do drugs,” replied Mig.
All five munchkins brusted out laughing.
“What’s so damn funny?” demanded Mig.
“Honey, everyone here does some kind of drug.”
“Well, where is here?” asked Mig again.
“This is Orlando baby, or as we call it O-Town.”
The midgets slapped each other high-fives.
“What’s your named sugar?” asked one of the girls.
“Brian, but everyone calls me Mig”
“What’s shakkin Mig, we’re Innosense.”
“Innosense?” asked Mig.
“Yeah cuz in a sense we’re all mofo skanks who suck for a low low price of only 50 cent a head.”
The munchkins laughed again. “Yeah, in a sick sense,” said Mig under his breath.
“So you want some big boy?” asked the munchkin, “we can make your stay in O-Town a very sweet, very very sweet.”
“Well,” said Mig, “ as sweet as that sounds I’m going to have to pass.”
“Out,” thought Mig looking at the munchkin’s deformed little body.
“What’s the matter,” asked the munchkin, “ain’t you got any money? If that’s the case it’ll be on the house, since you dropped your house on our evil pimp Pearlman."
“What?” asked Mig confused.
The munchkins pointed and Mig turned to see his trailer. He could see what remained of the girl’s pimp, only a pair of feet dressed in red Nikes.
“Oh no, what have I done?” cried Mig!
“Don’t worry your pretty head,” said the munchkins, “he was a mean pimp anyways, you did us a favor and we should thank you.”
“Thanks me,” cried Mig, “I just smashed someone with my trailer and you wanna thank me?”
“They should thank you,” called a voice from behind, “and I should as well.”
Mig turned around and came face to face with Jordan Knight.
“It’s Jordan!” exclaimed Innosnese. The munchkins ran over to Jordan and planted big red kisses all over his face.
“Woho woho, calm down girls,” said Jordan pushing them away, “we have a serious matter on our hands.
Mig, my good boy, you have crushed the most hated, evil pimp in all of O-Town, you have freed us, saved our lives.”
Innosense nodded in agreement with Jordan.
“Who me?” asked Mig dumbfounded, “but I didn’t do anything, not on purpose.”
“Well, isn’t that your trailer on top of Pearlman?”
“Um yes it is but…”
“well, there you have it I rest my case, you saved us, your our hero.” Jordan ran up to Mig and gave him a hug.
“Oh give me some love!”
“Get off me!” cried Mig, “I’m not like that.”
Jordan laughed out loud and was rolling on the ground. “Don’t be so serious, have some fun, we’re free…isn’t it great!” said Jordan in joy.
Just then there was a shreating, it sounded like someone signing terribly off key. The munchkins ran and hid behind their bush and Jordan winced and covered his ears with his hands.
“What the hell is that” screamed Mig, “is something dying?”
“No worse, said Jordan, “it’s the evil Mofo slut Britney Spears!”
“Hit me baby one more time!” sang the voice.
Britney appeared dancing along the path. The site was enough to make anyone puke. She had on a white push up bra and tight capri shorts. Her singing came to an end, though, when she saw her fallen pimp laying under the trailer.
“What the fuck happened to my pimp daddy?” cried Britney as she ran over to Pearlman.
“Who did this to you,” she said crying, “don’t worry Big Poppa, I’ll make them pay, whoever they are.”
She got up and looked straight at Mig, “It was you wasn’t it? You did this to him!”
“I didn’t mean to,” replied Mig, “it was an accident.”
“Oh you didn’t mean to, it was an accident,” repeated Britney, “your going to pay for this farm boy!”
She started for Mig but Jordan stepped in between them. Britney glared at Jordan and stopped dead in her tracks.
“So Jordan you were in on this too, I should have known.”
“Get real skank,” said Jordan, “eventhough I wanted that evil bastard dead, you know as well as I do that I can’t use my powers for evil.”
“Yeah that’s right,” agreed Britney, “ because you’re a pussy.”
“I ain’t no pussy bitch!” cried Jordan, “yo mom is the pussy.”
“Yeah whatever pussy, but I don’t wanna fight with you, my fight is with him,” replied Britney pointing at Mig, “he killed my pimp and he’s going to pay!”