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Hot Diggety

let's eat carrots together

 
This page was, (until recently) created for the comic benefit of one Princess Lizzie.  Said Princess did not, however, appease the website creation for comic benefit Gods in such a way that they saw fit to allow the dedication.  (Something to do with cruel and relatively unkind emails of the indirect threat variety directed towards this page's maker).
That's me, by the way.
There might be a way for her to redeem herself...I'll leave it there though; I'm not going to get all Genesis, as I'd hate for you to Cohenise me.  (Sorry, I thought they were particularly meaninful Young Ones references, and they needed to be said.)
Better dash, must do something pointless and possibly destructive.
     'Pynky'

Head over to Hot Diggety to see some hints on throwing parties ;)

 
The man, the legend.  Become one with the land of
Ba-Humbug man with this fun-filled action adventure
story.  Being is believing.

Beneath is a bit of a Ba-Humbuggy adventure to get you all in the spirit of what the site will become when I get some gear to make flash movies.  (*Aah* their little ears prick up as they hear the chance of Pynky actually making Ba-Humbug man flash movies...we shall see, folks).

LINKS
(places to get away to)
 
 
 

when hamsters go bad...
peanuts!  I want PEANUTS!

Setting:  A smallish patch of dirt by a makeshift stadium in a somewhat uneventful part of the town Dunedin in New Zealand.  To the left can be seen the beginnings of a large expanse of forest.  It looks relatively dull.  Especially when compared to Las Vegas.  Not quite so dull when compared with a plate. 

 

Enter the great Sninchooni, a relatively evil-looking dude.  The great Sninchooni, who likes to be called Sninny, listens to N*SYNC in the shower, (when HE is in the shower, not when they are) is a die-hard poker fan, and is the only person in the world who watches dart tournaments on TV.  The great Sninchooni cackles in such a way that only an evil super-villain from a pointless TV show can, and sprinkles blue crunchy stuff on the ground, then, with a rather over-done twirl, vanishes in a puff of rice bubbles. 

 

Enter Gumboot, (a cricket -the insect-  fan who likes to eat food using straws instead of cutlery) accompanied by an undergrown bunyip called Fleeb (who has no description).  Gumboot looks around hesitantly.  It has come to the realisation of this character that the story doesnt actually keep going much after this point, and therefore any character who has entered may have some trouble ahead.  It is well known that if a character is left onstage and the story ends, said character is morphed into a headless thing, and sent to a place called Canberra.  The thing they are doesnt really matter; the point is that they dont have a headthat kind of sucks.  This is why at the end of plays the word exeunt is written to clear the stage, and at the end of movies and TV shows there are credits (giving actors time to abandon ship). 

 

Suddenly, and without much warning, (save that everyone on stage has a copy of the complete script, and are therefore not surprised) a two-foot long carrot fell from the sky, and landed in the blue crunchy stuff that the great Sninchooni had put on the ground.  It sizzled for a while, then, in a flash of greeny-blue sparkly smoke, the carrot transformed into an elephant.  Just as Gumboot was about to shock the world by saying something both profound and significant, the story ended.