There once was a troll,a green thooty troll

There once was a troll,a green thooty troll named Gracie...and because she was a troll named Gracie,she was bullied by other trolls."It's not easy being Gracie!" she sung while

thumping hobbits. Poor Gracie, left alone in the cave to cook while the other trolls went on a hunting rampage. Then her fairy godmother swooped down,

and dunked on Jordan! Space Jam was nothing compared to Fairy Tale Jam. Her fairy godmother wore air-glass high tops and was able to

turn a pumpkin into a coach in half the time Cinderella's godmother could. It was safe to say that her fairy godmother was cool. She could never have asked for a better, more

groovin' fairy grandmo... "Say who's this sweaty man in a trainer with a whistle in his mouth?" said Ponchella. "Why he's your coach" said Fatty Godmother. "You need to lose a few

if you plan to fit into that little black dress of yours." The trainer whipped her into shape and in a fortnight the Prancing Dunce picked up Ponchella in his pimped out carriage.

Halfway to the Magic Theatre, the carriage started to moan. It got louder and louder until they made it to the repair shop. Moaning at midnight was illegal, so they were arrested.

They wound up in the Penitentiary, where the other inmates shunned them for being booked for having a moaning car. The only friend they had was a spider named Marx who plotted with

plug their noses. It would stink crawling through the sewers and they wanted to limit the amount of vomit they would also have to crawl through. Marx just used an opiate in masses.