Bob, who was tired of living in his glitterized, monogrammed palace in the thriving metropolis of Danada, Florida, decide one day to go visit his dear buddy Cletus, who lived in an organic cardboard shell several miles outside of the Danada city limits. So, packing up his magic Winnebago (courtesy of Twig Enterprises Inc.) Bob bumbled off for a relaxing weekend in the suburbs. Crash landing the BTTF Winnebago a few yards from Cletus' humble abode, Bob stepped grandly out of the vehicle and inhaled the fresh country air and promptly choked.
"GRAAAAAKKKKKK!!!!" Said Bob.
"Oh, hello," said Cletus, crawling out of his cardboard box, "Want espresso?"
"WHAT the HELL is wrong with your air, Cletus?!?!" Bob gasped.
"Oh soreeee. We gots noooooo smog, Bob" Cletus replied, pouring him a teeny cup of imported coffee, "You'll get used to it" Bob, however, did not share Cletus' sentiment, and galloped to the Winnebago's exhaust pipe, desperately breathed in the fumes, and felt a little better. The rest of the afternoon continued uneventfully, as Bob passed out from an overdose of oxygen. But, revived several hours later by Cletus' amazing espresso, they retired to Cletus' cardboard box.
As Bob crouched down and squidgged himself up against the cozy cardboard walls, he sleepily gazed up into the sky and --WHAM!!!!!!-- was immediately blinded!!!! Millions of SPARKLIES shone down upon Bob's upturned and awestruck countenance!!!!!!!
Bob, turning to his dear and beloved friend cried out in rapture, "Hold ME!!!" awakening Cletus from his dreams of lovely super models and beer.
"Clua-hmm, schnarf fanslge at jhkhmmm?????" Cletus mumbled back.
Bob, however, had waited for no reply. It suddenly dawned on Cletus .. . .
"SPARKLY!?!?!?!?!" screamed the ecstatic McLugie.
"NNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! BOB!!!!! YOU GIT!!!! THOSE ARE SSTTAARRSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Unfortunately for the humble Cletus, Bob was already in the process of launching himself from the roof top of his Winnebago into the glittering suburban stratosphere in a quest for his beloved SPARKLIES.
Just as kindly Cletus rushed from the warmth of his corrugated sanctuary, Bob, forgetting the gravitational law, rocketed off the Winnebago with a lusty Tarzan-esque yodel, shot into the atmosphere, lost velocity, and plumetted to the earth, far from the SPARKLIES he had set out to retrieve.
WHUUUUUUUMP! landed Bob. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!?!?!?" shrieked a distressed Cletus. "Bob, you EEDIOT!"
"SPARKLY???" Bob whimpered from the dismantled rubble that once was Cletus' cardboard dwelling. Bob, upon realizing the damage he had caused his dear friend's home and mental health, rushed in a daze to his Winnebago, put his Cellular One calling plan to good use and dialed up his good friend The Turkey who was confined in a Hindi monastery in Upper Shangri-La. Upon informing the fowl of his situation, a brand new Dual-Floor-Central-Air-Supplied- Aluminum- Sided-fresh-outta-the-Sears-and- Robuck-Catalog cardboard box arrived via Fed-Ex from India. (After all, The Turkey had mega connections throughout the Hindi monastery circuit, and besides he owed Bob BIG TIME for his testimony in the Beer Filching Trial)
So, after rescuing his espresso maker from the wreckage, all was well and Bob returned home to the safety of the ozone-eaten environment of Danada, his beloved city. Bob was happy. Cletus was very happy. And The Turkey was happy (well, as happy as one could expect, living in a Hindi monastery...)
The End
This has been a Twig and Urchin Brain Fart
