We floated through the clouds in the balloon.

We floated through the clouds in the balloon. The Fuschia Fields were as beautiful as the guidebook said. The octopus was prattling on about the dry wind. I yelled over the wind,

"Hey, octopus! How much longer till we get there?" The octopus responded, "First, we must get through these beautiful fields, then we'll be in the neon town." I sighed and said,

"Why can't everything be neon?" The octopus looked at me, disappointed. "Don't you appreciate this field? Have you got a problem with nature?"

"It's not nature I hate, it's just that ever since my unfortunate sexual encounter with Vishnu I've had a terrible fear of anything with 8 arms. That and neon is for pussies."

"I'm fed up with your excuses Wally. It's always something with you these days. Just swallow this day glow orange plastic octopus filled with LSD and lets head for customs."

"No! I won't do it!" shouted Wally, shooting his tormentor right in the balls. He pulled the trigger again and again, until the gunshot sounds became but a ringing in his ears.

Just as it seemed like he was getting away, all hope lost for justice, a familiar voice said "Someone order an asskicking?" Behind the counter with a McGriddle was Michael Scarn.

"Scarn!" roared the nefarious do-badder. "I'll make you a knuckle sandwich with extra pain," he screamed, rushing towards the oddly intrusive agent, fist outstretched, eyes blazing

The Colonel walks on-stage and said, "Right, That's enough scarning about!" Not a woody sort of name is it? Scaaarrnn. Quite tinny really." A giant foot stamped on them. The End.