Bart was tied to his mother's apron strings

Bart was tied to his mother's apron strings since birth. This became problematic when he grew to over six feet tall, his feet bumping along clumsily behind his mother as she

disembarked with the rest of the first settlers. Captain WariWei attempted to converse with the white natives and found they called this place. "Barbecue Area" was the name. Bart

was what they named the part of their body that could only be analogous to what Captain WariWei and I call the arm pit back in our world. It seemed that the lighter fluid

massaged into the alien life forms in the correct way could recreate a good facsimile of an armpit in their gooey green flesh. Captain WariWei was wary of over-armpitting the alien

so he decided it would be better to under-armpit it instead. This turned out to be a difficult process, and the facsimiles that were produced were ineffectual at best. So WariWei

Instead went seeking other ways to spend the fifty million crowns in the yellow suitcase with wheels and pull handle. His buddy, a master thief, suggested he just shut up about it.

And it was gone. Jerry had tossed the yellow case out the window of the train before the master thief could finish his sentence. "-to me. You were supposed to toss it to me."

By this time the yellow case had tumbled down an embankment and onto a beaver dam. Alarmed by the sudden noise, the beaver had come out to investigate. He opened the case and began

to laugh. It was the endless treasure of a folded story and the haunting BS lines enclosed had come to a complete end. The End.