Randomness at Random! #20 Doodle in the Noodle

This is it! The 20th post! I asked my readers to suggest a good topic, but I already had one, so I'm sorry, but I started writing this post just seconds after telling everyone about how to suggest a topic.


Part One

Chuck was in class at VeryBoringAverageTypicalNormalElemantary. It was almost recess time and Chuck couldn't think about anything besides the drawings that were going on in his head. You see, Chuck was a very special kid at VeryBoringAverageTypicalNormalElementary. He had very elaborate day dreams that looked as if he had drawn everything in them. A doodle in the noodle. Today, Chuck was dreaming about dinosaurs and submarines and lolly pops and bunny rabbits and cereal and Japanese people and even ponies made out of sugar. Chuck missed the bell because the ponies had just turned into chocolate and Chuck didn't want to miss the climax of his dream when the dinosaurs turned into sugar and help the ponies defeat the Japanese people in submarines with lollipops. All the dinos had was cereal. It was an epic fairytale battle to last the ages. Only when Mrs.Un-noticalble slapped Chuck in the face did he notice that he was missing recess and lunch. Chuck skipped outside to play on the swings. During lunch after he had eaten ten rice crispy bars, three chocolate bars, and a giant oatmeal cookie, Chuck had a seizure. He started to do the Mocerana, tango, fox trot, and rumba all at once while chasing his tongue around his mouth to try and eat it. Then he slapped himself twenty times on each cheek and fell belly first on the floor convulsing. He was trying to each the gum under the table and put jelly beans up his nose a minute later. Mrs.Un-noticable had to pour ice cold water down his pants to wake him up. Chuck was taken to a mental institution. In social confinement, all of his day dreams came true.

Part Two

The ponies came out and ate all the paint they could find. The dinos came out and ate all the meat they could find. The Japanese came out and ate all the raw fish they could find. The submarines came out and ate all the gas they could find. There was nothing left of the asylum. Chuck called all his mystical creations and ran home. His parents were not pleased. The next day, Chuck dreamt of Godzilla fighting Big Bird and King Kong fighting Mr.T. The school was not pleased. Wednesday he thought of the nutcracker and James Bond. The town was not pleased. Next he thought of a circus made out of aliens and zombies. The country was not pleased. Then he wondered what Mars was like. The world was not pleased. Eventually the IRS (Internal Re-creation Scoundrels) convinced Chuck to dream of a devise that would make everyone forget this whole thing. Chuck did so. It looked like a Mac mixed with a PC mixed with the Republican and Democratic parties. A real bipartisan machine. Even Chuck forgot about his weird dreams and the creations got so lonely they thought it would be best to just go to the Moon and be forgotten. Everything was dandy and annoyingly normal once again.

Part Three

I just wanted to add a third part to make you think it wasn't over and get you worried again. Gotcha.

The Big 20!

The next post of Randomness at Random will be the 20th post! I will be taking suggestions on what the 20th post should be about, the best one will be used for it! I didn't say I couldn't make suggestions.

Randomness at Random #19 Thanksgiving Specal

Chuck was thinking of what to cook for Thanksgiving to take to his cousin's house. He found this in a draw marked toxic.

Recipe for Lumpkin Pie

1. Take an unhealthy dose of printer cartridge ink and pour it in a bowl.
2. Grab an albino squid and give it a good squeezing until ink comes out.
3. Put the squid ink in the bowl and blend it with the printer ink and a quart of old milk.
4. Take an armadillo and milk it. (If you don't know how, refer to my earlier post about it)
5. Put the armadillo milk and mix it with the ink/regular milk mixture.
6. Put the bowl aside and get out a pan.
7. Grab a quart of hot sauce and put it in the pan.
8. Take one hundred bell peppers and cut off the very bottom millimeter.
9. Put the pepper slices into the pan with the hot sauce.
10. Put twenty CDs into the blender and blend for twenty-four hours.
11. Put the CD juice into the pan.
12. Slap forty hobos and take the cheek cells.
13. Put the hobo cells in the pan.
14. Put a turkey into a trash compacter with some salt and jelly for two hours.
15. Put the turkey remains in the pan.
16. Combine the pan's contents with the bowl's contents.
15. Add a live raccoon.
16. Stir.
17. Bake for eighteen hours at negative one hundred degrees.
18. Enjoy and make sure you have a toilet, trash can, and barfing bag near you when you eat this dish.

Chuck was sued and tried for attempt at murder. He never saw the light of day again.

Randomness at Random # 18 Halloween Special and 50th Post!!!!

Happy belated Halloween everyone!!!!! Trick or Treat, smell my feet, and my laundry! This is the 50th post/Halloween Special Extravaganza! there really isn't anything different about the post, it's just the 50th!

P.S. Hue has had too many seizures in result of working for me, so we have replaced him in honor of the 50th post.
P.S.S. (P.S. Stands for pre script in this case)

Randomness at Random# 18 Halloween Special

Chuck was walking down the highway with his pinkie up, looking for someone to hitchhike with when it happened. When what happened you ask? I'm not gunna tell you. It's a secret. With sprinkles on top? Add a cherry and whip cream and you have yourself a deal. And that "please" better be pretty!
That was when a green and purple glow stick fell from the sky and hit him in the pinkie, breaking the appendage in half. Well Chuck had to be qualified for the job of an interesting character in my stories, so he was trained to eat anything that fell from the sky or glowed. So Chuck ate the glow stick without thinking anything of it. He decided to just hop home on his pogo-stick. When Chuck arrived at his house he decided to go into the cemetery. He knew it would make a good story because all Halloween story plot lines have a stupid guy go into the last place you should be on October 31st. Immediately the dead got out of their graves and shook Chuck's broken pinkie and tried to eat his brains until realising he had none. Chuck thought nothing of the badly written climactic event of the raising of the dead and walked on to the animal shelter. There all the "sleeping" animals got up and bit Chuck in the pinkie and tried to eat his brain until they realised that they would starve as all undead things do without a healthy brain to engorge upon. Then Chuck went to the local McDonald's. Everything there sprouted to life, even all the living people attending the counters and deep friars and drive through and the customers too. The food slapped his pinkie and tried to gnaw on his cranium to no avail, especially because most food doesn't have a mouth. Then the clerks and customers shook his pinkie and chewed his skull disappointingly. Chuck visited the electronics store and the morgue and even the White House. By the time Chuck decided to go home about a fourth of the world's dead population were alive, China was overpopulated to the point that people had to crawl over each other to get to places, like goldfish in a pond when you feed them. The town was overrun with zombies. It was like outsourcing to India. Everywhere you looked zombies ran the place. The post office, the grocery store, the suicide counseling. Chuck saw how bad this was for the economy. Now all the dollars were useless, all you needed was a brain and most things cost several brains and it is quiet unlikely you have several brains on you. So Chuck put together the facts. The glow stick he swallowed must have been radioactive, thus the dead were coming alive, just like the common plot of many a horror film. So Chuck contacted the Russians and asked if he could borrow a nuke from Cuba left over from the Cold War. They lent him one in the blink of an eye.
He nuked it. His town. The zombies shrived up into little round sponge like things and rolled into the fires that nuked had started just to make just everything was sterile. And Chuck and his smoldering town lived mutatedly ever after. The End.