Jeff's Summer Vacation(?)
One day, while Dess was off at band camp, Jeff and Enemies decided to take a vacation to a mysterious island...
Jeff: Wow, we're on a mysterious island!
Canty: Yeah, it says that in the intro!
Sue: And we've been here for two days already! We all know that!
Jeff: You people are rude.
Canty: But we're not people...
Jelly: Now, Jeff, just accept the fact that we're hopelessly lost, and we can start working to get out of here.
Jeff: We're not lost! This is a VACATION!
Sue: Our vacation was supposed to be in Canada.
Terry: Wait, I thought we were going to Europe!
Sue: No one cares about you, Terry.
Terry: ;-;
Sockmuffin: ugHHHHHHHHHH, who cares? I just want to go back home! *sighs* maybe I can host another game show...
Canty: Hey, look! There's someone who might be able to help us! *points to pineapple plant*
Sue: That thing won't help us!
Jeff: Yeah, everyone knows that pineapples can't talk. Are you insane?
Canty: ...you know what? I'm not even going to ask at this point.
Terry: (gravely) Wise choice, Canty. Wise choice.
Sue: Oh well, food! *chops up pineapple*
Jeff: YOU CHOPPED ME UP, YOU IDIOT
Sue: Whoops! *chops up other pineapple* There, dinner.
Canty: YAY *eats*
Sockmuffin: cool *eats*
Jelly: Well, it's no donkey, but it's better than nothing. *eats*
Jeff: I LOVE PINEAPPLE! *eats*
Terry: Um...isn't that cannibalism or something?
Jeff: haha yeah
Terry: *sighs and eats*
~Later~
Sockmuffin: mooooom, I'm bored
Canty: oh yeah I forgot I was your mom lol
Terry: IF I HAD HANDS, I'D THROW THEM UP IN EXASPERATION RIGHT NOW
Sue: Well, it's a good thing you don't have hands!
Jelly: But how do we point to things and pick up stuff if we don't have hands?
*everyone has a brief existential crisis*
Canty: Oh well.
Sockmuffin: I'M STILL BORED
Terry: Why don't you set up a fire? That way, we can be seen if we want to be rescued-
Sockmuffin: *perks up* FIRE?
Terry: Oh no...
Sockmuffin: *runs around lighting everything on fire* FIREEEEEEEEEEEEE
Dess: *appears out of nowhere* NO MY LOVELY TREES *tries to put out fire*
Jeff: Aren't you scared of fire, Dess?
Dess: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Terry: You know, I'm gonna have to agree with Dess on this one. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Dess: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Terry: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Sockmuffin: FIIIIIIIIIRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEE
Jelly: CAN EVERYONE HOLD UP FOR HALF A SECOND?
Dess: *freezes*
Terry: *freezes*
Sockmuffin: *freezes*
Jeff: *hurriedly hides knife he was trying to kill Canty with and freezes*
Canty: *hides other knife she was trying to kill Jeff with and freezes*
Sue: *freezes*
Fire: *freezes*
Jelly: Thank you!
Dess: Were you going to say something?
Jelly: Nope! I just wanted a few moments of peace and quiet.
Random convenient helicopter: *flies over* Holy flipnuggets, what's going on here? *lands on island*
Terry: WE'RE SAVEDDDDD *jumps inside helicopter*
Helicopter guy: ...is that fire frozen in time?
Jelly: Yep! *jumps in helicopter*
Sockmuffin: *sighs* my precious fire... *jumps in helicopter*
Gollum, in a cave somewhere: *screams about nasty sockmuffinses stealing his lines*
Sue: I've always wasted to fly in a helicopter! *jumps in*
Canty: Well, I don't have anywhere else to be *jumps in*
Jeff: YOU CAN'T LEAVE WITHOUT ME! *jumps in*
Helicopter: *flies off*
Dess: NOOOO! DON'T LEAVE ME HERE! *looks at fire nervously*
Glittery Unismaug: Don't worry, Dess! *flies down*
Dess: Why, thank you! *jumps on*
And so Dess rode off into the sunset on her glittery Unismaug.
THE END
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A/N: Hi, meepleepers! Wow, who would have guesses that my summer would be just as busy as the school year? (Hint: Not me!)
However, school starts in two days for me (July 29, how rude), and I might be able to do some writing there. I am currently in the process of:
~More of Secrets
~Royal Rulebreakers
~roy•al•ty
~Warriors: A New Beginning
~The RWBY fanfic that I haven't named yet (any RWBY fans here?)
~The Queen, the Evil, and the Snake
~ILP
That's it for now, but if you'd like to see something else, let me know!
~Dess~
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