Chapter 1! Off to a rough start, due in part to a loss in translation:
Hello, and welcome! Welcome to [insert humorous year here]. Welcome to the extra-ordinary world of the richly fabulous world of RICHIE and M_RAT! (An underscore between the letter ‘M’ and ‘RAT’ will only serve as a desparate attempt at being digital, in a world where "Friendship is your only Guide." Copyright Perry JR. 1981)
Our story opens in the deliciously splendid decade 80s in the house of the three VonStubings. Soon you will meet our fiends, I mean... uh... friends, and learn the ways of Meatville. But for now you're an outsider, so sit down and shut up!
The first thing you need to know is that meat is king, and Daddy is.. lets say, Vice-president. The two kids are but jesters, aka, citizens in this crazy, meat-eating circus. Such are the ways of the world my friends. Oh, and did I mention FRIENDSHIP?! You will certainly learn a thing or two about friendship on this crazy, wild-goose-trap-mountain-bus-ride, friendship express we call meatville. So please, sit back and enjoy, and most importantly, don't forget to LEARN so that you are not a failure. Again. Thank you.
Scene 1: The breakfast table.
"Indeed, good MEAT, Daddy!" Countered RICHIE…(well, he didn’t actually COUNTER, per say, in the normal context of a conversation—but do keep in mind, Reader, that this is the VonStubing kitchen, where normal grammatical laws are halted…and a new, MEAT-praising set of rules apply!
"Aye, Me boy, this MEAT certainly is wonderful!" agreed the Daddy, "And what are you pesky, probably illiterate children going to do today?" Daddy asked.
"Well, I was planning on finishing my MEAT, actually…" countered Richie.
"Fool, the Great Daddy is asking what AFTER MEAT?" cried M_RAT, a little embarrassed to have such a handsomely stupid bro.
"After the MEAT?" The boy spoke in a decidedly British accent, "Why, what on god’s gray earth could possibly take place after the MEAT? A MEATless world is no world for me."
"Nice response, Son…" commented a strange old man.
"Well," spoke the girl….um…….M_RAT, yeah, that’s the ticket…
Scene 2: The junkyard
[insert bulding the time machine, or dimenstion machine. pigometing, etc.]
and then they are flying through space on their way to perry jr's dimension.
Scene 3: In space
"Zum zob, zuuubbaa!" radiated the atomic mass known (*to YOU.... psh..*) as "M-RAT."
and, i guess i have to tell you what Zum zob zuubaa means....gah...wake up. Wake . Up. Well, "M-RAT" recounted her days in Hollywood in the late 50s...her name was Marilyn Monroe and Clyde Vincent wouldn't leave her alone about the drink she was having in that night club near the piano shop and.... wooooaaah! can the man drink!
and then they are flying through space on their way to perry jr's dimension.
Scene 3: In space
Chemicals flew around fantastically, and atoms and molecules rubbed up against each other in UNflattering ways. Somewhere, a small child cried. And it was all well and good and happy and magnifisent.
"Blobbl Blobbl Blob blob" resonated the Richie. (Blob blob is emoto-speak for, "Let's go to the glasses factory, get us some reeel fiine glasses, hee haw!"
"Zum zob, zuuubbaa!" radiated the atomic mass known (*to YOU.... psh..*) as "M-RAT."
and, i guess i have to tell you what Zum zob zuubaa means....gah...wake up. Wake . Up. Well, "M-RAT" recounted her days in Hollywood in the late 50s...her name was Marilyn Monroe and Clyde Vincent wouldn't leave her alone about the drink she was having in that night club near the piano shop and.... wooooaaah! can the man drink!