The mound of rubies glistened and shone like

The mound of rubies glistened and shone like crimson suns in the moonlight. Reaching out for one, Elsa was simultaneously enchanted and repulsed by their power. If David was here

he'd tell me to grow a pair and jack these MotherF'ers for the whole mound. But David was not here and Elsa knew better. She took just one ruby and instantly felt it's power. Fear

Police had staked the mound out. They had their Evil Scanners on. They'd recorded their Suspicion, Fear and Loathing. They were all at Illegal Levels, the Fear Police charged the

compound, prozac pistols set to mellow. They were led out to the waiting aircars with fluxetic grins. Bad thinking was not tolerated. Crime was punished profilacticly

, making the trips to the brunch buffet difficult. Hash brown enemas were scary enough. Gonna have to get out of this place.

The Princess rolled her eyes at her royal parents' exotic lewd suggestions to each other, so she snuck out of the brunch banquet and into the real world, expecting a Tardis to just

master of ceremonies to describe Door # 12's introduction. Tall, buff and blonde, into surfing and shell collecting. But when he spoke, he sounded like a drunk Betty White. No way

, I thought at first. Then I looked again. Yes way! He was Betty White's daughter, Booty...whom everyone knew was a total lush. Confusion reigned down upon the situation until

Glue MacClanahan & Z.Z. Arthur, Rue & Bea's youngest sons , showed up with tequila, margarita mix, & , of course, cheese cake. Soon we were all under the table, problems forgotten