Marlobro Stinky Grave trail
Here is the place for it Emz
Here is the place for it Emz
PART NO. ????
The Marlboro Camels grave reaked to the heavens leaving a visible green trail , so the mayfair mice took a 100ml bottle of chanel to cover up the stench and the smell was so inviting that all the mice in the city came to smell the grave of the marlboro camel.
The creatures of the overworld were stunned at the amount of mice that the grave attracted, so the creatures looked up the BIG YELLOW PAGES and called in a proffessional.
His name was jim. He was a highly trained professional pied piper. He whistled his piccolo and the mice were instantly hypnotised into a purple haze of confusion and awe. Jim skipped to his tune over the mountains and through the woods and the mice reluctantly followed, jim was skipping and hopping and skipping until he tripped on a pebble and fell in the water... they all drowned and joined the marlboro camel in a stinky heaven........
NEXT PART....
Jim and his flithy rodents approched the pearly gates of heaven via hovercraft. Whilst listening to cheesy music in the duration of the travel, a huge red sign displayed 'NO FARTING' the mice of course... being unintelligent and smelly did not adhere to this warning and so farted their way to the sirens and trap doors of hell. Jim however was a pernickety and clean man. He made his way to the door keeper, signed his name and went inside. He passed lots of people he had met on his time on earth... Benjamin franklin, helen keller and JFK.
his tour of the clouds was a cost of £ 2.50 "a rip off" thought Jim. his tour ended with complimentary tea, egg sandwiches and biscuits so he was content with that.
whilst sipping his tetley.. he looked up, choked and stumbled. the marlboro camel was standing there.. chewing his cud and staring with his yellow eyes.. the camel he tried to rid from everyones life...
your turn now mikey
Jim wished the mice hadnt farted. But the situation wasnt hopeless; he hoped and knew A deal with the master of hell would suffice. The Master doesnt wasnt the stinky farting mice either. Although all vice and filth was allowed in hell, the master having visited heaven recently set his mind on refurbishing the Hell. As marketing pundits say, the Hell couldnt compete with Heaven. But hey Hells aces mumbled into the Masters ears- the vice is undying- . Thus, Jim had to bribe these voices with a place for them in Heaven
The negotiations between Jim and the Master of Hell were easy- The Master let the mice go if . There Jim couldnt understand the Master as The Master spoke less clearly and distinctly
However, the Master fulfilled his part of the deal believing in Jims truthfulness- and let the mice surge up to Heaven. So reunited, Jim and the mice met with the ghost of the Marlboro Camel
Your turn now, Emmz!°