The press called it the Fairy Tale Murder.

The press called it the Fairy Tale Murder. “The Turnip” had similarities to the death of a root vegetable farmer found in a bag in a tree with an Encyclopedia page in his mouth.

It was suspected the murder was committed by that horrid character known as The Muffin Man. He hated vegetables. He only wanted fruits, sweet, glorious fruit, in his muffins.

Dr. Scaremesobad and her "crew" went downtown. For protein shakes first of course. Every Tuesday Phil would put an extra slice of mango Just for them. Their day. Today. Was it?

Well it was their day. Which means, tonight was their night. Dr. Scaremesobad and her crew, had really only one night a week to channel and focus all of their twisted

duck phalli into the church collection plate. It really pissed off the vicar who asked them repeatedly to leave & not return, but Catholics are such pushovers. Dr. Scaremesobad &

Frankenflowers grew outside, alongside frankentrees. Everyone noticed the creepy phenomenon, and sneezed. The pollen count was rising rapidly and was now at 50,000 ppm. Lady Gaha

lowered her lorgnette and index finger. "I grow weary of counting frankenplant pollen." The thick yellow air reduced visibility to a few yards. Sunlight dimmed to black. Lady Gaha

delegated her Little Monsters to count the frankenplant pollen. "Bring me exactly 121 frankenpollen. This will surely cure my Bad Romance," Lady Gaha demanded. She ra ra'd

and showed her teeth. Of course, the Little Monsters complied, thinking (mistakenly) that they'd somehow be rewarded. But no. Lady Gaha snatched the frankenpollen & vanished!