Well, here it is. The sequel to the cult hit. (sort of)
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It was 2:30 in the morning, as Bob clung for his life on the Completely Vertical Cliff o' the Cra-yons. "Why, oh why did I ever think it was a good idea to pursue the fabled Goal-den Cra-yon?" he moaned, easing as slowly as he could up the Completely Vertical Cliff o' the Cra-yons.
The Completely Vertical Cliff o' the Cra-yons had two things that made it an undesirable thing to be hanging on to, slowly easing your way up. One, it had cray- er, cra-yons as it's main part, sticking together at the ends but not the sides, so the whole thing took on the appearance of a gigantic three-dimensional spiderweb.
And two, it is HUGE. There are Cra-yon Cran-nies only every few hundred feet, and if you have the misfortune to fall into what may have housed you before on the long journey up, you're dead. D, e, a, d. Like, completely.
Now obviously, my friend, even in the Lay-ond of the Cra-yons, cra-yons do NOT support a body's weight. So, every once in a while, and actually kinda frequently now that I think about it, one of those stupid cra-yons would break, one of Bob's stupid hands would be left a bit more unsupported, and if that stupid Bob was stupid enough to have his stupid hand stupidly hanging on to just that one stupid cra-yon that stupidly broke, you remember that, stupid? Anyway, then his stupid hand would stupidly flail around a bit, then stupidly latch onto a few more stupid cra-yons and stupidly ease up a bit more, the stupid idiot.
We now return to the story.
This happened to Bob, and he looked very stupid for a few seconds. He desperately grabbed onto some crayons, welded together with melted wax, and started to change his easing into something more like actual climbing.
Let us now note that if a Roaring Dragon (scientific name Draco Clamarius) had, you know, just happened to be flapping around the place for quite some time, then, and here is the major thing, my friend, it would not have been able to distinguish Bob unless he was moving faster.
Definition, Ease: verb, to ascend carefully, gradually, and gently.
Definition, Climb: verb, to go or come up at a regular speed (an incline, slope, or staircase), esp. by using the feet and sometimes the hands; ascend.
If there was a Roaring Dragon (scientific name Draco Clamarius), it would've noticed him. Its thoughts would look a bit like this...
OMG, WHat GoING ON!!!??!?!?! ROAOAAAOR!!!!! THERE-AIRE BE ARE IS FOOOODLES!!!!!!!! GET FOOOOOOOODSUMS NOWIMMEDIATLIE!
Bob heard a roar, and noticed that he suddenly had a break from the searing winds. It also got much lighter, in much the way that a Roaring Dragon's (scientific name Draco Clamarius) fire would light up somewhere when it's 2:41 in the morning. ('cuz at that point, lil friendsie, it was 2:41 am, not 2:30 am like I said before)
Suddenly, the Roaring Dragon's (scientific name Draco Clamarius) mouth closed upon him.
The End... for now...
FIND OUT NEXT INSTALLMENT OF THE CRA-YON SERIES WHAT HA-A-A-APPENS!!!!
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Ta-da! More coming soon.
) ] to be a little less well written, or presented than the second part, wherin the humour and wonderful silliness returned in major force.
Well, now that the next part of 2 has a determinate beginning, I assure you, I shall make it completely silly!
