Stuff.

Hi.Changed my mind again. I don't know how mickado can like the pink background. It is horrible! So I'm changing it again. What will it be? Find out later. Now though I'll tell you one of Mystery-Man's adventures.


One day Mystery -Man was rescuing a cat from a tree when- BANG!
There was a sudden crash and Mystery-Man fell off the tree.

'Where am I?' he asked, when he woke up. Next to him on the grass lay a fire-man, a police officer and an ambulance man. Infront of him, on the tree was a HUGE GIANT CHEEEEEEEEEEESE! Everyone around him quivered and looked terrified.
'You're back to sqaure one. That kitty is not gonna get rescued. MUHAHAHAHAHA!' Transated into english that means: 'You're still in the place you were earlier. I'm gonna kidnapp or even kill that cat and you aren't going to rescue her. Evil laugh'.
Mystery-Man stands up bravely and faces the cheese. He climbs up the tree and grabs the cat. He then looks the cheese straight in the eyes.
'I demand you leave this planet in peace!' shouts Mystery-Man.
'What're you gonna do?' replies the EVIL GIANT CHEEEEEEEEESE!
'Teach a famous line of poetry. A rose is a rose is a rose. Or, my prefered version: a claw is a claw is a claw. And two pawfulls of them can be very painfull.'
'Whats that meant to mean. Do tell me!' replied the HUGE GIANT EVIL CHEEEEEEEESE!
'I'll do better. I'll show you! KITTY!' answered Mystery-Man.
The cat sprang from Mystery-Man's grip and atacked not the cheese but the branch. The EVIL GIANT HUMUNGUS CHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESE! okked confused, but then laughed.
'Does kitty want to go home?' he mocked.
Suddeny the branch swayed.
'HELP!!!!' cried the CHEEEEEEEEEESE! He fell on his face and on the pussy. Mystery-Man sprang down to help, but it was too late. The cat was dead.
'NOOOOOO!' shouted Mystery-Man. Then to his horror the HUGE GIANT etc. etc CHEEEEEEEEEEEEESE! stood up. Mystery-Man gasped.
'Thought I was dead? Well thanks to your cat, I had a nice soft landing.'
'You evil, evil-' began Mystery-Man.
'All right! Save your tongue. HAHA! Why don't we have a fight? That's the quickest option.'
'But first, let us talk. Do you like ice-cream? Candy-floss? Chocolate? Candy-canes? Bubble-gum?'
The EVIL GIANT etc. etc. CHEEEEEEEEESE!'s mouth began to water.
'I'll be right back!' called Mystery-Man.
'Not so fast!' replied EVIL.....etc.etc.etc CHEEEESE!
Mystery-Man ran but he was being chased. He quicky took shelter in a sweet-shop. Whist he was there he bought: 3 ice-creams, 2 candy-flosses, 10 chocoate bars, 15 candy-canes and 32 peices of bubble-gum.
'What're you gonna do with that? Hope it distracts me?' laughed the ................................ CHEEE........etcEEEEESE!
'No. Give it to you.' repied Mystery-Man.
'Really? Oh thank you. LEts be friends!'

And so they all lived happily ever after. The End.

So the moral of the story is violence doesn't sove anything.

The small print: That was a myth. What really happened is that the EVIL GIANT HUMUNGUS CHEEEEEEESE! ate the cat, and through the fire-man, police officer and ambulance man into the tree (they are still aive, though). Mystery-Man ran for his ife and just about survived. Then Mr. CHEEEEESE took over Randomi-city. Had there been a girl there, it would all have been fine!

Erm...hi?

Sorry about the title. I could not think of anything to write for it. Anyway, Mickado finaly gets her way. My blog has a pink background! Hope you like it. Mickado, you better... By the way, Mystery-Man saved the world again. He's done it at least fifteen 1/2 times since my last posting, which was very recent. Some day I'll write down one of his adventures...when I have time. Not now though....some othert time....(now how often have I said that? Maybe I should do it now? Should I? Seeing as you can't comment while I write this, I shall not know your answer. I will though, won't I? YOU WILL COMMENT!!!! Yes, you will. No exuses. Now, comment!) Mickado you better! You after all were the one who wanted the pink background. Well, that's all. I'll just be rambleing on and on and on and and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on................................................................................................................................................................. ...........................................................................

Sorry, that's all we have time for today, until later bye! Although I could tell you about the weather. It's a lovley day. And also ther are a few....blablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablabla blablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablabla blablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablabla-SHUTUP!!!!!!!!!!!! Bye!

WELCOME!!!

Sorry! I haven't written in A...G...E...S. Sorry, was that freaky? Aah, well. We have a new character! It's...erm...who is it? Sorry exuse me for a moment...

Mr...

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Who?

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What was that?

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Ehm, ok.

Sorry about the delay. He says his name is Mystery-Man. I can't really describe him. He refuses to come out of the shadows.

Really, sir-

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All right, I'll call you Mystery-Man. But, honestly... I understand perfectly if you a problem with your apearance, you can come out.

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No, I won't photgraph you.

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Well if you refuse to come out...

I have managed to snap a photo of him. However, all I could get was his logo, on his top. See above to view it.

Now, where was I?

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Oh, yes! That!

I was telling you about Mystery-Man. As you may have guessed, he is a super hero. He solves mysteries and yet he is one (Now, wasn't that poetic? Why are you laughing?). In prose he is annonymous. He goes around saving the world and refuses to get the prase. To be honest, I don't see the point. It's not as if the moneys going to charity, so he might as well take it. Oh, here come visitors! Isn't that a nice welcome?

Lordess of Stuff: Lets all give him a warm welcome. Let me here you.

1 single person: Welcome...

Lordess of Stuff: That was pathetic. Come on! Cn I here you?

Everyone: Welcome.

Lordess of Stuff: I can't here you!

Everyone: WELCOME!!!!

Lordess of Stuff: Ouch. That was loud!

Ok, so that's over with. Gosh, they didn't have to shout! What? Well, maybe I encoureged them a tiny little bit but, really- Anyway, that's all just now! Until later, Bye Bye!

Celebrate!

Sorry I didn't write earlier. I have been very busy!I just wanted to say Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! Oh my Cheese! It's 2007! I also thought the following conversation may make you laugh (not too loud, baring in mind that you are in the lair of The Bunny Wabbit of Doom).

Mary is standing up and making a speech in front The Bunny Wabbit of Doom's lair.

Mary: I would like to say a few words on the subject of Christmas. As you know it is a time to celebrate giving and receiving. That is why I am giving a speech and, hopefully, receiving applause!

Mary chuckles. I fear she is getting precocious.



Mary: You probably know the nativity story?
Crowd: Yes!
Mary: And you obviously all know that it's...
Crowd: It's what?

I fear that the pantomime act is being attempted, though crowd don't seam very a-tempted, Ha Ha! 'Tis the season to be jolly, after all. Tee hee hee!

Mary: Oh dear, I seam to have forgotten!
Crowd: Oh no!

Yup, the panto' act. The crowd just don't get it.

Mary: Well, I was wondering if you could tell me. I really can't remember!

Yeah right!
what time is it? It's...
Crowd: Chico time?

Mary: So,

Was that meant to be a joke?

Mary: Not quite *shifty laugh*. It's Christmas time! Time to party!
Crowd: Groan.

This isn't going well...

Mary: Would somebody take my post? I need the loo.
Crowd: Great entertainer you are. Not! BOOO!!! BOOO!!!

I creep silently behind the stage where Marcus sits, half asleep.

The Lordess of Stuff a.k.a me: Psst! You go up their. Quote:Singin' in the Rain. "Make 'em laugh. Make 'em laugh" etc.
Marcus: Sure, whatever!

Marcus creeps up silently onto the stage and begins to make faces behind Mary. He is about to push her off the stage when-

Crowd: He's behind you! Ha Ha Ha!

Marcus quickly scuttles away, as Mary spins round. Then, Marcus pulls out an elf hat and a Santa costume, from a bag, behind the stage. He dresses up as Santa, and puts the hat on Mary's head, quickly running back-stage.

Crowd: Hilarious! Ha Ha Ha! Who's you're Santa friend Elfy?
Mary a.k.a Elfy: What the-??
Crowd: Elfy doesn't know! Nice hat elfy!
Elfy a.k.a Mary: Hat?
Crowd: Yeah hat!

Mary touches her head.

Mary a.k.a Elfy: HAT!!!

Marcus sneaks up, finger to his lips. He pushes Mary off the stage and takes the post of entertainer.

Crowd: Ha Ha Ha!
Marcus: Ho Ho Ho!
Crowd: What shall we receive if we give you applause? Ha Ha Ha!

Obviously they are making fun of Mary's attempt of being Christmasy.

Crowd: Yeah Santa, you bring pressies!
Marcus a.k.a Santa: Lot's of entertainment, and if you've been good boys and girls, some sweeties!
Crowd: I've been good! I've been better! I was best! No, they were all bad! I was good! No, me, me!
Santa a.k.a Marcus: You aren't getting any presents if you squabble. If you're good and line up nicely, I'll give you sweeties.

The Crowd lines up nicely, and they all receive some sweets, from a bag that Marcus found earlier.

Crowd: Thank you Santa!
Santa a.k.a Marcus: Do you wanna party?
Crowd: Yeah!
Santa a.k.a Marcus: Let's have a techno Christmas party! You up for it?
Crowd: Yeah!!!
Santa a.k.a Marcus: Sure?
Crowd: YEAH! Let's PARTY!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Then out of the sky, comes a slay, full of presents. In it is a mysterious, dressed in red and white. Who could that be?

Crowd: Sorry Santa, position filled!
Santa (apparently): But-?
Santa a.k.a Marcus: Listen, Santa! They want me! D'you get that? ME!!! 'Cos I'm Santa Claus, Father Christmas, Saint Nick, whatever. So, join the party and be good, otherwise no pressies, or go away! It's you're choice!

Mary having calmed down, from her disaster, gets up on stage. She pulls off the costume from Marcus, and shows the crowd his true identity. A normal boy, 10 years of age, in a jeans and T'-shirt from gap.

Mary: See! You've been fooled! Marcus, you know the boy without a Santa suit, isn't Santa! He is!

Mary point's at Santa (the real one).

Crowd: Ha Ha Ha! We know that! It was a joke!
Boy from crowd: It was a laugh! Who here believes in Santa?

Mary puts up her hand. She sadly is alone, with this belief.

Crowd: Ha Ha Ha!
Boy from crowd: He's not Santa either!

Point's at Santa.

Boy from Crowd: See! Those reindeer can't fly! It was a trick! Mum and Dad give us the pressies! Didn't you know, little girly
Mary: No, Santa,tell them! Tell them!!!
Santa: What's you're name?
Mary: Mary.
Crowd: It's Elfy!
Santa: Ignore them Mary. They are right. They don't get presents from me.
Mary: So, you're not Santa?
Santa: I am. And before you ask, I do give some children presents. Only the ones who believe though. I would give adults presents but they don't believe. Good thing or I'd never get a rest. Hee Hee! Well, deary, you'll get lots of pressies because you stick up for your beliefs. Good girl, Mary. Keep it up!
Crowd: Awwww...
Boy from Crowd: Can we have our party now?
Santa: Yes. What sort of party?
Everyone (except a baffled looking Santa): TECHNO PARTY!!!

And so everyone danced late into thee night (Go techno, Go techno) an told their parents, who, miraculously believed them, and got presents, and as Santa predicted, he didn't get any rest.

Until next year, The End!

That's all! Better get on with stuff. actually I'm not late. Christmas only ends on the 6th of January. Hope you haven't taken down your decorations.

Newsflash! Newsflash!

It was my B-day recently. I am a whole year older! 1 year! A whole year! One giant, humungus, huge, 365 day year! Can you belive it? O.M.G! 1 year! A year! An actual yaer! Not a milli-second, not a second, not a minute, not an hour, not a day, not a week, not a month, not a season, but a whole year! YAY!!!! I love birhtdays! I love presents! I love pinatas (bet you don't know wht that is)! It was my birthday! Congratulate me! I am one year older!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!
YAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOOOOHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOO-

Thats all from newsflash FM! Our time is up. Until next time BYE!!!

Sorry we forgot to metion that a pinata is a thing which you hit with a stick so lots of sweets come out. It is made of cardboard/ paper mashe.

Characters.

You all want a 'Who's Who' type explanation, right? Well since you've been good and visited my blog you will get one. Let's start with our host.
The Bunny Wabbit of Doom: He is my host. This blog is his territory, his lair. He is hosting me to get publicity. It is an insult to leave out the capitals in his name. The Bunny Wabbit of Doom is his name (it is not a title, got that?). He eats everything in his path unless it is of use to him. I am still trying to persuade him not to eat Mary and Marcus. He hates all things cheerful. His is big (the size of two cars)and black and has red eyes.
The bunny wabbits of doom: I am not insulting my host. These are not my host. These are his army. They search everywhere near the blog for invaders. They either chase them away or...erm...bring them back to dinner (for dinner more like). They look exactly like their master but smaller.
The Lordess of Stuff: Me! I am here to make the blog popular and to basically manage it. The Bunny Wabbit of Doom is the owner of the blog and I am the manager. Also I am very pretty and funny and kind and considerate and so on and so on......
Marcus and Mary: I hired them to liven up the blog. They certainly did that! They always argue. Which, I suppose, makes this blog quite funny.
The happy dappy bunnies: I did not hire them! They roam the lovely countryside around the hills. They are lovely pinky rabbits and they look soooooo adorable. That is only part of the reason they are banned. They are permanently happy, even if they are about to die. That really annoys my host and so one of the cooks best specialities is roast bunny marinaded in their own blood.
The peace fairy: I certainly did not ask her to come hear. Mary and Marcus are pushing it a bit, so d'you think I'd invite her? No way, jose! However, she is a lovely person who only wants to do good. Her favourite time to crop up is when Mary and Marcus are fighting, but she comes at other times too. Did I miss anybody out? No? Okay, bye!

Random convertsation...

Lordess of Stuff: Ah, hello! You must be the terrible twins, Mary and Marcus Am I correct?
Mary: Yes, my lady you are right.
Marcus: No, my lady you are incorrect. My name is in fact Mark. She tells a falsehood.
Mary: He's lying, my lady! His name is Marcus. And, Marcus, she don't speak posh. Ain't ya noticed, Marcus?
Marcus: Thou art wrong, Mary, for a sweet lady of high standards speaks not common and vulgar language as thou do.
Mary: Does so!
Marcus: Forgive me sweet lady as I will do a bad thing in front of you. Mary, you stupid! 'Course she speaks posh. She's a lady isn't she?
Mary: What would you know, you bird-brain?
Lordess of stuff: Don't argue you two. I hope this solves your problem. I do not speak posh, but do not mind being spoken to in such a manner. Now, I must welcome you to the Peace Fairy, who is just arriving.
Mary:Ha Ha! She ain't posh!
Marcus glares at Mary.
Peace Fairy: Hello, friends. You must be the terrific twins, Marcus and Mary. I have you quarrel often. Let us bring an end to all this and live in peace and harmony.
Mary: Not my fault.
Marcus: Is so.
Mary: Ain't so.
Marcus: I'm afraid it is.
Mary:Yeah, your right, I know what you mean. Is not!
Marcus: I said what I meant.
Mary: That'll be a first.
Peace Fairy: Now, now, children. It upsets me so to see you sad.
Lordess of Stuff: Hear, come the Happy Dappy Bunnies.
Happy Dappy Bunny: Lets play!
Bunny Wabbit of Doom: No such nonsence in my territory. Hear, we don't like happiness.
Happy Dappy Bunnies: We're doomed!
Happy Dappy Bunny: Lets make the most of. I vote we play tig!
Mary: I'm it!
Marcus: No, no, me!
Mary: But your pathetic at it ain't ya?
Lordess of Stuff: Party over! We're going home.
Marcus: GRRR! This is all your fault.
Mary: He's being provoking!
Marcus: Your bein' more pro-watsitcalled!
Mary: That's where your wrong!
Marcus: Is this pro...pro..proviky?
Hits Mary over the head.
Mary: Yup!
Hits him back.

Sorry, but we will have to leave the following scenes out for the safety of our smaller readers.
Do not try this at home.