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.