Date Posted:10:37:41 08/30/03 Sat Author: The TBM Subject: The refrigorator
Now a target of hungry dragons, the Three Blind Mice have hidden in abandoned caves and houses for disabled magical creatures. But soon enough, their greatest fear came true.
"So we're hunted, big deal."
"Hey, I think I hear a chainsaw."
"Must be the farmer's insane wife."
"That stinks..."
"Oh well"
"What do you mean 'Oh well'? She probably has her husband with her!"
"So?"
"He has a flamethrower!"
"Well guess what? While you two were bickering, my rear end was fried!"
"Their here already?"
"I found you, you pesky little mice! Honey, would you fire up my chainsaw? It's rusty."
"K, dear."
BBBZZZZzzzz...BBZZZZzzzz...BBBZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!
"Thank you, dear."
BONK!!!
"Did that happen?"
"Sure it did! I just used the ACME Mailing Address!"
"Well, time for a british accent. HHHrrrrUUUmmm. Oh, I'm terribly sorry, I didn't know were that refrigirater came from! You have my sincerest apologies, even though you seem crushed and unconcious!"
The refrigorator