The music blasted into my ears as I walked to the bus stop. I did a little dance as cars passed me but I didn't care what any of them thought. I turned the street to my stop when..

The time had come. It was time for the mass destruction the planet of the purple pants have been planning for plenty of years

Eyes watch me in my sleep... they won't go away. They haunt my dreams... they won't go away.

Eyes watch me in my sleep... they won't go away. They haunt my dreams... they won't go away.

It was time. Time for the mass destruction the purple pants have planned for years.

adorable that they distracted me from my actual goal, and pointed me within this direction. I just have to make sure that this time-space strain doesn't happen again. I have to try

It was time. Time for the mass destruction the purple pants have planned for years.

It was time. Time for the mass destruction the purple pants have planned for years.

Hoping what happened to his father wouldn't happen to him too. His fears consumed him,

I didn't want to do this, but the cows told me I had to.

Whenever we would attack another pirate ship, we would always get injured, so thank God we have full coverage.

I always wondered why that toe became something i couldn't live without.

was sent to the New Halifax mines after he stole a loaf of bread from a bodega. He was sitting in a rocket crammed with other prisoners and pondering his fate. After all, it was

No hate crimes in Xenophobe, North Carolina, no siree! We are incredibly welcoming. We are happy to accept everyone who comes to our town. As long as they look just like us.

They couldn't afford another cake-cutting emergency. What would their customers think if they came into the bakery and saw unevenly cut cakes? What horror!

I mean, it wasn't THAT bad. It was just a rift in the universe, no biggie. Nothing we couldn't fix.

"Dude, you gotta leave that silly cheese-themed pop group idea. "Monterey Jack and the Cheez Whiz"? Don't you think it sounds corny?" said Bert

a rock star Orpheus. But really his style defied description. He could produce notes that professors of phonetics have never even heard of. However, it all came at a price.

He knew he wouldn't die, obviously. There were gods who would take care of him: the god of wind, the goddess of luck, the god of improbability. He simply couldn't crash

Which is a shame, really. They would never experience cartoons and chewing gum and being rejected by Kevin from sixth grade, whi is a total jerk but still a cutie.