The Prologue to my Murder Mystery


Orangey Rickshaw’s Horrifying Tale

Prologue: Death?

It was a terrifying night to be outside, in the gloom. The air was filled with a musky scent, and the comic shop had an aura of despair coming from it. Yet, there was someone coming anyway. He was a small, rather-twitchy boy wearing a small, lime-green jacket, sweatpants,  and a sweat shirt with the brand name tackily stitched on the front.

“Hello?” he said, trying the door. “Is anyone there? The door’s locked. Hello? My name is Peter Smith, and I came to pick up the book I requested. The new Mega-Person comic?”

Mumbling to himself, he tried the door again, and it swung open as if it had been greased.

“That’s odd.” Peter whispered, even though he was seemingly the only one there. “It was locked before.”

As he slowly shuffled into the dank shop and turned on the light, a pair of eyes watched him, and closed the door, ever so quietly, so he wouldn’t hear it.

“Oh, here it is. Right on the counter.” Peter picked up the package.

Suddenly, the lights turned off!

“Hey, who’s there? I thought this place was empty! M-maybe the owner’s in the back room, p-playing a j-joke on me.” Peter stuttered.

“Oh, you’re not alone, Smith. Not anymore!” A raspy voice shrieked right next to his ear.

A long, drawn-out scream drowned out the rain splashing against the comic shop.

A minute later, the screaming abruptly stopped, light briefly flickered back on, and the “Closed” sign was put up.

 

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Game Show Bloopers From Miscellaneous Soup’s Own Game Shows


Hi. I’m so happy that you could make it to this special event. I first posted a game show last Chanukah, in December. Now it’s 2011, January, and Chanukah is over.WHO CARES??!!! In my mind, it’s still the one year anniversary of Miscellaneous Soup’s game shows. There’s been many, many, many, MANY bloopers in our fairly wacky game shows, and now is the time to show them. Starting with, me re-posting the first game shows.

It’s Finally Here!!

Remember the BIG thing that I was hinting at? Well, here it is!! A game!!! I’m going to do many, many more game shows, so keep your eyes peeled and read my blog!! Now, it’s time for The Dynamite is Right!! I’m your host, Zarion Kreena, and get ready for this EXPLOSIVE new game show!! Here’s our first contestant, Joe Cool! Hello, Joe, and how are you today? I’m fine,Zarion, and I can’t wait to play! Um, what do I have to do?You simply have to spin the wheel made out of lit dynamite, pull one out, and pray that it won’t explode!! Then, if it doesn’t explode, then you have to jump into the ravenous piranha tank. Now, let’s play!! Okay, I’m picking out the TNT 2000, I hope it doesn’t-BOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM!!!!!! Oh, that’s too bad! Hey, take Joe Cool to the nearest hospital. Also, it should preferably be one that specializes in the extraction of dynamite from the nose! Here’s our next contestant! He’s from another dimension, he’s a (fairly)competent superhero, and he also loves pretzels!! Meet Tigerboy! So, Tigerboy, I understand that you belong to the superhero organization known as the Superclub?Yes, I do. Is it also true that you believe that you have a definite chance of winning? Yes. Why? You see, I have a resistance to dynamite, lasers, and basically anything like that. You could say that it’s like the equivalent of Superman’s bullet-proofness. It is one of the advantages of being so tiny. Why are you so small? I’m so small, because-DING-A-LING!!! Oh, that’s all the time we have to chat, time for you to-BOOOOOOMMMMMMM!!!! Ooh, you didn’t even take the stick of TNT out yet- Holy cow!! You’re not hurt! You just look a little dizzy!!! You do have invulnerability to things like that! Now, let’s see, we only have enough time left  in the show to do our Bonus Round!!!  For the Bonus Round, you just have to eat this eatable dynamite and survive. Munch!! Munch! MMM! Tastes like pretzels!! Yummy!Wow, the show is over, and we have extra time! So, why are you tiny?  You used to be a giant tiger. It’s because that was a different form. “Miniature Tiger” is my main form. Oh. Here’s my secret recipe for “Tigerboy’s Tasty Tacos”, if it makes you feel better. The secret ingredient is-

THE END

Now, the next post might scare you, because it’s a TEXTING DICTIONARY!!!! Those things are evil. Now, shoo, shoo. Read the next re-blogged post.

Zarion Kreena’s Way Cool Texting(And Other Things That I Through In Just For Fun) Dictionary

LOL: Laugh out Loud

ROTFL: Rolling on the floor laughing

OMG: Oh, my gosh.

Critical Mass Weight of Underwear in a Space Suit: You don’t need underwear in a space suit(I think. Man, where was my BIE? That stands for Blog Idea Engineer.)

FYI: For Your Information

Dude: A name that means a friend, or a greeting.

Murgleschmurgleburgle: I made this one up, just because I wanted to. Hey, it’s not as if people can change my posts. I’m the only person who-

Hello. I am Mr.Fancypants VanMurkenmickle, and I would like to introduce you to a new entry that I like to call Masterpiece Theater- The Bloggy Version as only I can do it. Poor Zarion is now running a hot-dog and hamburger stand in Miami. HEY, how did you get back here???!!! No, no! What are you doing with that piece of dynamite from that obnoxious game show entitled

The Dynamite is Right!!

Hello, folks. Zarion is back, and ready to host another game show!!! Our first contestant is our (only) champion dynamite-surviver, Tigerboy!!! Hey, I just realized something. (Sorry for this, creators of Garfield and Friends.) This is one of

Zarion’s Tales of Scary Stuff!!

Someone is watching me. Okay, I’m going to look behind me, and-OHHHH, YEAH!!!!! It’s the new game show!!!

To be continued………

I loved that post. Mr. Fancypants Van Murkenmickle is now locked up in the ‘Special Operations’ booth, because he tried to sneak back in for this celebration. I’m calling the police on him for breaking, entering, not wiping his shoes on the mat, bad breath, and eating too many pieces of beef jerky. Meat is not allowed here, unless it’s for a game show. Now, onto the next game show.

It’s time for another….

Game Show!!!

I’m your host, Zarion Kreena, and it’s time to play Question Commotion!!!! Our first contestant has miraculously survived “The Dynamite is Right”, and will be the Ultimate Zarion Kreena Gaming Champion, until he finally loses a game. And now… LET’S BEGIN!!!!!!! Okay, Tigerboy, your first question is: How do you say “My pants are on fire” in French. Uh, the answer is “Mispantalones estan el fuego.” Correct! Now, what color am I thinking of? Burnt sienna? That’s my final answer. by the way.Right again! Now, here’s your final question. If you get this wrong, you will be attacked by a pack of ravenous Chihuahuas. What is the capital of HFTYT(YAuodghiet0ij-ania? I don’t know.You are correct! The answer is “I Don’t Know”! You win……—Wait, the answer is really “We Don’t Know”. Okay, Chihuahuas… ATTACK!!!! AHHHHHH…. GET THEM OFF!!! I’M TICKLISH!!!

That always cracks me up. The chihuahuas are here, too. Happy is teaching them how to juggle sticks of dynamite. Wait, did I just say what I think I said? Get away, Happy!!! Back, back!!! Tigerboy, where are you? Right here-Hey, why do I have to get the magenta coloring?  Cuddles wanted the maroon. Anyway, we have a 201-66-4-4242-Code 99999$$$$POnypanter-Code Puce Delta. Timmy fell into the well again? Not a Code 99999$$$$POnypanter-Code Blechhhh, a Code 99999$$$$POnypanter-Code Puce. Oh. By the way, what’s the code for “Alfred E. Nueman just robbed us?” ALFRED E. NUEMAN JUST ROBBED US?????!!!! Forget the endangered chihuahuas. Lucky(cute, baby bunny; likes gardening, carrots, and helping people) can help them. LET’S GO GET OUR STUFF BACK!!! And the code, for future reference, is “What, Me Worry?” What about the blog? I didn’t want to have to do this…..Cuddles, you’re(gulp; shudder)in charge. YAHHHHHHHHOOOOOOO!!!!! Okay, Zarion and Tigerboy, I’ll do my bestest. New re-blogging, away!!!

Syrika’s Angry Rant About Tinkerbell(Post #2 by Syrika)

Razzin frazzin dingdong!!!!!!!!!! Zarionikinz didn’t let me make my own title, grumble grumble. Anyway, this is an angry rant- made INTO A GAME SHOW!!!!!!!!! This is called Nicknames for Numbskulls, and on the first show ever, we’re starring Tinkerbell!!!!! Our first contestant is some hobo we found in a garbage truck. His name is Some Hobo. So, Some, what nickname do you have in mind for our awful enemy?Uhhhh……….Snorksnorksnork Stiggerbell? Okay, Stinkerbell. A very traditional name, I will rate it 5/10. NOW GET OUT OF HERE!!!!!!!  So,our next contestant hopefully will be better than Some Hobo. Introducing…Vidia! So, Vidia, I understand you are also a Never Fairy? Why, yes. And I absolutely loathe Tinkerbell, like I loathe every other fairy in Neverland. So that’s why my nickname for her is Tinklebell.(Note: This is Zarion speaking. That’s creative, but it’s already been in a spoof. Oh well. Sorry.) Well, that is a name, but it’s quite boring…SECURITY! GET HER OUT OF HERE! THREE OUT TEN! THREE OUT OF TEN! Hey, hey, you can’t do this to meee……ARK!!! So, this is our last contestant. I know, I know only three contestants, but we’re tight on money here. Give a warm welcome to….. Evil Flame of Death!! (Note: He speaks in baby-talk/Cuddles-ese. BWA-HAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!)Hewwo, efwybody. My name for da conteest ees Teenkerbelch!Tinkerbelch, did you say Tinkerbelch? Yes, Teenkerbelch!Tinkerbelch?! YES, TEENKERBELCH!!!!!!!! Tinkerbelch?TEENKERBELCH! TEENKERBELCH! TEENKERBELCH! WOOOOOAAAAAAARRRRRRRR!!!!! It’s…it’s TEN OUT TEN! TEN OUT OF TEN! WE HAVE A WINNER!!!!!!! And, for the grand finale we have Tinkerbell trapped in a little glass jar! Ahem.. I mean Tinkerbelch! So, Evil Flame of Death, you have the honors of crushing this little fairy that everyone hates! Okay, my pweasureBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Da-da-dah. Da-da-dahhh..Ah, who cares! HOORAY!!! And now, this game show is over!!! Shoo, shoo! Go talk to Zarion! Hey, why do I always say something like that when I end something I am writing on this blog?

Hooray!!! Don’t worry, Tinkerbelch survived. She’s currently locked up in a padded cell, raving things about “getting us back” and “everlasting doom upon us.” Nothing to worry about. Speaking of Syrika, where is she? She’s supposed to help me introduce some new posts. HELP!!! I HAVE A CRISIS!!! I’ll stall for time. Hi, Cuddes. SYRIKA???? No. Lucky. Didn’t Zarion and Tigerboy need my help? You know, chainsaws, dynamite, Chihuahuas? The Chihuahuas are fine; They’re actually trained to do this. I’m worried about Happy destroying the non-stolen things we have in the studio. Find some meaningless task for him to do. OOH! Tell him to count all of the grains of salt in this giant salt shaker. Okay. Let’s re-blog some more posts.

Goodbye forever, (fragmented) baby tooth!

Well, this is it. D-Day. Doomsday. One of the worst things that has ever happened to me in my entire life. Here’s a list, to rove it to you. (Also, this my special 275 post O’ Happiness!!) Beprepared to have lots of fun reading this, while I get a tooth forcibly yanked out of my mouth at the dentist.

The Top Ten/10 Worst Things That Have Ever Happened To Me In My Entire Life :(

1. Camp Ramah A.K.A. The Dreaded Sleep-Away Camp of No Pretzels(TDS-ACNP) AND Getting my teeth yanked out at the dentist.

2. Nearly drowning when I was taking a shower on vacation. (See “We Interrupt This Spoof For A Special Announcement”)

3. Karion taking over this blog.

4. Estimating things in math.

5. The anticipation of having to wait to find out if I’m going to have a good report card.

6. The anticipation of having to wait to see if I’m going to get on the “Honor Roll”.

7. The anticipation of having to wait to see if I’m finally the “Student of the Month”. I’ve never been the “Student of the Month” in seventh grade, so far. :(

8. Coming home from Camp Ramah to find out that Momicon hasn’t gotten my books on hold at the library that she had time to get, but didn’t.

9. A new book was one of the previously mentioned books on hold.

10. Medicine for the dentist, which makes me “calm.”
A Haiku About My Dentist Woes

Oh, no! The dentist!

I don’t want to lose my teeth!

Maybe I should run!!

I’m back. I had to drink that disgusting medicine. Technically, it was the “pain” medicine AND the “calm” medicine. So, in about an hour, I should be calm. Or, as Momicon calls it, loopy. This will most be likely be my last blog post of the day. Speaking of which, I won’t be doing a post on Saturdays until Shabbat ends. Now, onto the topic of this portion of the 275th blog post. Our science teacher thought that it would be fun to have a board game called “Zig Zag.” I don’t know his version of it, but here’s my version.(Note: This could be a game show on my blog, as well as a board game.) There’ll be a huge board with zig-zags all around it. One player will be the hunter, and the rest of the players will be deer. You have to “hide” on the board, and then you have to pick a card. If it says that the hunter finds you, too bad. Your game piece will be disqualified. The game piece who can hide the longest wins. Needless to say, this is some sort of warped hide-and-seek/hunting/any board game where you have to move game pieces combination.

The Structure of…What Happens in My Imagination When You Get A Tooth Taken Out(If you are scared of getting a tooth taken out, like me, do not read this next blog post.)

1.  The dentist locks you in a dungeon, and forces you to lie down. Then, he glues you to the floor.

2. Then, he takes a jackhammer/ pneumatic drill, and drills through your tooth.

3. He takes the tooth out. (In case you’re wondering, YES, I DID HAVE TROUBLE SLEEPING LAST NIGHT. Thank you for listening. Sorry if you have a dentist thing coming up soon.

Hey, Toothy! Oh, great. Karion’s here. You can’t do any more posts on this blog. Why? I still have at least 2 left. I haven’t been keeping track. For one thing, I want you to leave. I own this blog now. Also, you’re going to the dentist. I’m predicting that you’ll be so loopy from the medicine that you’ll forget about this blog which is now MINE!!!!!!! Drat. (S.E. Time!!!! <Sound Effects!!>Boot! Crash!!) That’s all for this post!!! Here’s the final comment, EVER, from Zarion. Oh, come on! Even Rat, from Pearls Before Swine is having a better day then me! Look! (His poor aunt. :( )

Darn. The colors aren’t working. Oh well. YAY, Syrika! Let me get you up to date on what’s happening. Alfred E. Nueman just robbed us, Zarion and Tigerboy are getting our equipment back, and Lucky is stalling Happy from doing stupid things by making him count all of the grains of salt in this giant salt shaker. DONE! 9,000,000457,897,459,462,700. Hey, folks, it’s Syrika here, with another round of, “Nicknames for Numbskulls!” Actually, we’re still re-blogging old posts. You can wait for a minute or too.

“Pre-Made” Post: Illogical Math-CELEBRITY EDITION(as in, new people and old people being introduced, not celebrities.)Part 1

I have a special treat for you!!

ILLOGICAL MATH-CELEBRITY EDITION

Here’s our guests.

*Some Hobo (Gurgle. Hi. Burp. Snork.)

* Mrs. Valley Girl (I, like, love, this, like totally, cool, likelikelikelikelike, blog, like totally. Like.)

*Mr. Ponypants (I am a mad scientist! KABOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

*Mrs. Ponypants (Arnie, you take off that stupid suit and do the dishes!)

* Uncle Ponypants (I’m in this for the cash.)

*Cuddles (GIMME PEANUTS! Syrika knew that I was going to say that.)

* Mr. Ponypants Jr. (I wanna eat an ewephant.) (Cuddles says AAAAAAHHH in the third person!!!) That last statement was from Cuddles.

Anyway, here’s our show, well, Part 1 anyway. So, Mrs. Valley Girl. What’s pony-PONY!!!!!?? YYYYYAYYYYY!!!! Not now, Cuddles. As I was saying, what’s pony plus tomato minus frog?It’s. like, the, square, like, root, like, of, like, pi, like, also,-Times up! The answer was actually “lemon.” You’re out! Oh, by the way, if you get out, thwn you have to be teleported out by our technicians expert. Ready, Happy? Yup. (BBBBBZZZZZZTTTTTTTT!!!) Uh, Happy, that was the “Mars” button. You just sent Valley Girl to Mars. Who cares? Good point. Cuddles, your turn! Now, what’s pickle times eleventy-seven minus-SQUIRRELS!!!! You’re right, but I’m going to have to take off points for shouting out. Darn. Next!

To be continued……


Celebrity Game Show: Part 2

Hello, fans of the game show format! Here’s the next part of our wonderful game show! (In case you want to know why it’s a multi-parter, it’s because every time someone gets eliminated, I end it. I guess it’s sort of like SurvivorTotal Drama World Tour,Total Drama ActionTotal Drama Island, and commercials. (There. Are you happy, Syrika?)

Here’s the special challenge for this next section. We have to eat wacky foods. Wike an ewephant? No, Ponypants Jr. NOT like an elephant.  Anyway- -IF YOU TAKE ONE BITE OF ME, YOU DIE!!!Okay, that’s IT! Cuddles, put the flamethrower down. We can settle this peacefully. The first contestant is………………………………………….MMrs. Ponypants!!! Oh, why thank you. (Snort, snort. Boogers fall out, and slime oozes out.) Aw, shucks. What do I have to eat? Ground llama bits with essence of manure. WAHHAHAHAHAHA!!! YOU THINK THAT’S A CHALLENGE??!! I EAT THAT ALL THE TIME! She’s lying.Shut up, Junior. Gimme!! (Snorf, glarble, mobley rgrhglis g;ktwrgr, chomp.) Urp. Uh, I think that I-BBBBBLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

Well, that’s it for this section. Come back for more Miscellaneous-ness! Bye!

100th Post Anniversary

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Hey, peoples!!! (That’s a real word.) This is my hundredth blog post!!! Here’s some commentary from Syrika on this milestone. (Note: This isn’t the BIG thing. That’s coming later.:)) “YAHOOOOOOOO HUZZAHHHHHH!!! REJOICE!!!!!!!! I’M HUNGRY. No, really, I’m starving. GIMME FOOOOOOOOD!!!!! With love, from Syrika. Now go away. Talk to Zarion. FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!!!!!!!” Wow. That was….. interesting, to say the least.(No offense Syrika, go eat if you are hungry.) Now, here’s some commentary from Cuddles&Company.

Cuddles:Zary has a blog. Me wanna see it!! (Note: They are all babies, so you might hear some baby talk.) Oh, YOU MEAN I’M BEING QUOTED, AND EVERYONE CAN HEAR WHAT I’M SAYING RIGHT NOW? Oh, well in that case Zarion has his pajamas on inside out, and I LOVE peanuts.

Happy:EXTREME SPORTS WULE!!!!

Lucky: I’m on your bwog? WAHHH!!!!!!!! I’m scared!!! Also, I wike gah-dening. Googoo, go gaa. annana weewee.

Jeremy: ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ(Note from Zarion:Wake up, Jeremy!!)

Now, here’s a story, that is based on a comic I once drew.

Ponies

Cuddles was walking in the park, sadly. “Sigh,” he thought,”I wish I could find apony to hug, love, and name George Finkleberry the Eleventy-Seventh of The Month of Ponyianscuddlesrules-Bobbyjoe.” Nearby, Happy was spying on Cuddles, and a prank formed in his cute little mind. Quickly, he gathered up Jeremy and Lucky, put them(and himself) into a pony costume. Cuddles saw the pony and SHRIEKED!! Now, even though this was an obvious pony costume, complete with patches, paint, and a tag that said “Happy’s Pony Costume” Cuddles, really wanted to hug the pony. Cuddles chased the “pony.” It ran. Cuddles chased. It ran. Cuddles chased. It ran. Cuddles caught up to Happy in the costume, and then Happy and Jeremy sensibly zipped open the pony costume. Lucky, on the other hand, didn’t use the zipper and simply ripped right through it. Cuddles yelled in terror when the costume opened up, and that’s, unfortunately, when the Animal Control officers came up. They took out a 50-foot long needle to tranquilize the 3 frightened still-in-costume babies. Obviously,another chase ensued. Cuddles, tried to help, but his “help” ended up with all four babies going to jail. As they were thrown into their cell, Cuddles said anxiously,”If you see Zawion, pwease tell him that I escaped from my bath, and locked the bathroom door.

The End

Ah, wasn’t that great? I think it was. Now, it’s time for a poem entitled Cuddles, which was, course, written by Cuddles himself.

Cuddles

I love peanuts! Oh, yes I do!!

I also love getting cuddled, it’s very true!!

Cuddles, cuddles, cuddles, cuddles, YEAH!

The End.

That was very, um, good,Cuddles. Well, now I’m not a philosopher, but I believe that reading a person’s blog can tell you about their mind. That means that I am TOTALLY INSANE!!!!!!!!!! MWU-HAH-HAH-HAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! To end this post here is a bunch of seemingly random words.

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Finally. Anyway, as I was saying, here’s another round of “Nicknames for Numbskulls!” And the unlucky annoying thing in this round is……. Caillou!!!!!!!!! Right now, he is trapped in a giant glass pickle jar screaming for help in his annoying bratty baby lisp. Here are our lucky contestants:

Some Hobo: (wheeze, snurf) Hi. (haaaaack)

Mr. Enchilada: Hey, I’m new. Eat healthy and exercise! (He’s a health freak. Ironic, considering that enchiladas are not very  good for you.)

Li’l Miss Sunshine: I’m here to spread joy and happiness! Lalalalalalalallalalalalala

Uncle Ponypants: I’m in this for the cash. Gimme.

So, here we go! The first  contestant to think up a name for the dreaded Caillou is Some Hobo. Hi. (Snaaaark) By dabe fo Caillou (Hoork) is Pigstyou. (Whaarrk) Eww. Hairball. Look, (bLARK) it’s spongy. Pokie, pokie. Lick. Yummy. A little hairy. Wanna try? (Sneeze) I sdeezed od it. I hab a colb. Oooookay, interesting. Tell me why you chose the name “Pigstyou.” It was da only thig I could say without soudig fuddy. Fuddy? Sure why not. Next person-er, thing. Mr. Enchilada! Hi. My name was going to be Eat-Healthyyou, but I changed it to Caipoo. It’s a good thing you did-Uh, I mean- Nice name! I like it. Next! Just one more thing. Remember to-Yeah, we know. Eat healthy and  exercise. NEXT!!!!!! Li’l Miss Sunshine! Hi! My name is, “Nicey-nice lovable boy!” Yippee! WHAT!?! WHAT?!? WHAT!?! WHAT?!? Yep! Remember, be happy! To be quite frank, that was awful Even Pigstyyou is better. (snononooperjhfekhf) Hey! Who’s next? Ah, Uncle Ponypants. I’m not your uncle. Why does everyone call me that? Sheesh. Anyway, my name is Grimyou. Why not? He’s a grimy little wiener. It’s worthy of a cash prize. Really. Seriously, hand over that green stuff! Raaaah!!!!!!!!! Enough! You’ll get a prize if you win. Now, the judges will evaluate the winner. The judges are me, Caillou, The Grim Reaper Cookie, and Li’l Mutton. Now we will decide. (Crash. Whisper, whisper, Gross! How about _____?  Noo!!! I don’t want a winner. I want my mommy!!! Okay, let’s do_______ Agreed? Good. Unanimous!) Okay, the winner is…. Some Hobo!!!!

Really? (sneeze, snaaaarkkles) REALLY? Yeah,  I WOLKSDFK.GLBH WON! haaaaaaackhjlf Woooooo!  And the winner…. Does NOT get to hurt Caillou! WHAT? Yes! Instead, the winner gets to torture the incredibly annoying……… To be continued!

Cuddles is back. Those were the first two sections. “Old Game Shows”and “New Game Shows.” Cuddles’s  favorite part was when Some Hobo got scratched by an angry cat right before the show started. He’s mutating and he has a cold. Cuddles also likes speaking in the first person. Hi. I’m back. Our equipment is back, and MAD Magazine is apologizing for Alfred E. Nueman’s thievery. Ahem. Oh, right. And now, the bloopers! Awhile back, Miscellaneous Soup Inc. wanted to do a quiz show. We gathered up the people most likely to read this blog, and asked them if they wanted to see a game show. Our top Blog-reader-People Finder(a.k.a. Happy) randomly gathered up people from the street. Among those are…..Some Hobo, a wild dingo, twelve escaped criminals, three stooge-type people, Jughead Jones, Archie Andrews, an angry mob, Dora the Explorer, Mr. Ponypants, a duck, and a partridge in a pear tree. To put it bluntly, everybody thought it would be bad idea. So, we did it anwway!!! Here’s the stupid answers our lucky contestants gave in the Miscellaneous Soup Quiz Show! Or, to put it shortly, the MSQS.

Q: What is a pony?

A: A thing that barks.

Q: What is the  capital of Iowa?

A: France.

Q: Who is Zarion?

A: A tree.

….And  as I was saying, the person who Some Hobo the winner gets to torture is………Li’l Miss Sunshine!!!!!! What????? Noooo! Oh, yes!!! Hahahahahaha!!! The second winner gets to torture Caillou! And that would be……… You, Mr. Enchilada, of course! ‘Caipoo’ is genius, but ‘Pigstyou’ is even geniuser! Congrats! And now, Uncle Ponypants, as a consolation prize, you have the honors of reaching into The Bucket O’ Torture to find out what Li’l Miss Annoying here gets to do! Do I get paid to do it? No. Dang. And the torturement is…. You are locked in a padded cell with sad music playing and a minature raincloud pouring rain, snow, and
hail on you  wherever you try to go! Won’t that be fun? Noooooo!!!!!! The sadness1 I’m not supposed to be sad! I’m gonna… gonna…. BOOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!! She spontaniously combusted. Wheee! While we call an ambulance to pick up the raining pieces of Li’l Miss Sunshine falling everywhere, Uncle Ponypants will choose what Mr. Enchilada gets to do to Caillou! Get me out of here! Uncle Ponypants, if you please….. Ah! Good punishment. And it is….. Getting his soul sucked out by The Grim Reaper Cookie! Mwahahahahahaha. I will finally have someone’s soul. AIEEEEEEEEEEEEE SJFKJNVGGH. Mwahahahahaha. I have no soul. What (snooork)  about me? I didn’t get to (hoooonk) do anything. LMS spontaniously combusted. You get to put her back together, tickle her to pieces with a Tickler 5000, put her together again, and THEN stuff her in a padded cell with a rain cloud, sad music, and as a bonus, Justin Bieber singing! Noo!!!!! Why me! Not Justin Bieber! What have I done to deserve this? All I’ve done was run around singing stupid songs! That’s your problem. Alright, join us next time, folks, for another episode of ‘Nicknames for Numbskulls!’ hosted by Syrika Kreena! See you later! Bye! Syrika out.
We’re back. I’m in a grey color this time, because I’m exhausted from singing “We’re Floating in a Ship; Rumpa, Rumpa, Rumpa.” I’m sorry, but Tigerboy can’t be here right now. He remembered that the transcript for the Phineas and  Ferb parody isn’t here yet. I’ll do it tomorrow, maybe. It’s time for an energy recharge.
Zarion out.

The Original Lyrics From The Actual Song


The beat is far from perfect, and some people who actually like the song will get offended, but here’s the actual lyrics for those of you who want to see how similar the lyrics really are.

I-I-I-I-I-I
I came to dance-dance-dance-dance
I hit the floor cause that’s my plans plans plans plans
I’m wearing all my favorite brands brands brands brands
Give me some space for both my hands hands hands hands.
Yeah, yeah.

Cause it goes on and on and on.
And it goes on and on and on.
Yeah.

I throw my hands up in the air sometimes
Saying ay-oh, gotta let go.
I wanna celebrate and live my life
Saying ay-oh, baby let’s go.
Cause we gon rock this club
We gon’ go all night
We gon’ light it up
Like it’s dynamite.
Cause I told you once
Now I told you twice
We gon light it up
Like it’s dynamite

I came to move move move move
Get out the way of me and my crew crew crew crew
I’m in the club so I’m gonna do do do do
Just what the came here to do do do do
Yeah, yeah

Cause it goes on and on and on.
And it goes on and on and on.
Yeah.

I throw my hands up in the air sometimes
Saying ay-oh, gotta let go.
I wanna celebrate and live my life
Saying ay-oh, baby let’s go.
Cause we gon rock this club
We gon’ go all night
We gon’ light it up
Like it’s dynamite.
Cause I told you once
Now I told you twice
We gon light it up
Like it’s dynamite.

I’m gonna take it all like
I’m gonna be the last one standing
I’m alone and all I
I’m gonna be the last one landing.
Cause I-I-I believe it
And I-I-I, I just want it all, I just want it all.
I’m gonna put my hands in the air
Ha-hands hands in the air
Put your hands in the air-air-air-air-air-air-air-air

I throw my hands up in the air sometimes
Saying ay-oh, gotta let go.
I wanna celebrate and live my life
Saying ay-ooh, baby let’s go.
Cause we gon rock this club
We gon’ go all night
We gon’ light it up
Like it’s dynamite,
Cause I told you once
Now I told you twice
We gon light it up
Like it’s dynamite

Dynamite Parody(The Song AKA The Accursedly Irritating Bane of My Existence)


Dynamite

I-I-I-I-I-I-

I came to rant-rant-rant-rant-rant

I’m making this because this song makes ants in my pants pants pants pants

I’m eating all of my favorite foods foods foods foods

Give me some space for an enormous portion of angel hair pasta

Yum, yum.

Because this song gets stuck in my head

over and over and over and over!!

I throw my string up in the air sometimes

Saying “Uh-oh”, I’m tangled up in the air-oh!

I wanna run away

saying, “I’m free! This is out of my head!”

Cause I’m going to  celebrate all night

And party while watching Harry Potter!

Like it’s my birthday.

I’ve yelled it once

and posted it on Facebook twice

I’m going to celebrate

Like it’s my birthday(because it’s not stuck in my head)

I came to blog blog blog blog blog

So come read this blog with me and Tigerboy

I’m really excited, so here’s what I’m going to do

Make a blog post featuring Miscellaneous Soup’s game show bloopers-Woohoo!!

YES, revenge!

Because this song gets stuck in my head

over and over and over and over!!

throw my string up in the air sometimes

Saying “Uh-oh”, I’m tangled up in the air-oh!

I wanna run away

saying, “I’m free! This is out of my head!”

Cause I’m going to  celebrate all night

And party while watching Harry Potter!

Like it’s my birthday.

Tigerboy’s gonna take all of the copies of this song

and eliminate them all with the last TNT(dynamite, the object) stick the Miscellaneous Soup studio has left

and alone in the laboratory where the Mythbusters sometimes do experiments

we’re going to disintegrate them!

Cause I-I-I believe that this song is horrible

And I-I-I, I just want it all, I just want  it all DESTROYED!!!

Tigerboy’s gonna press the button

Pre-press the button

Press the button-button-button-button-button-button

I run away in panic sometimes(like right now)

saying “Run! It’s about to work!”

I want to celebrate and live my dream

of this song being gone forever-oh!

Cause Tigerboy and I are going to rock this world

Cheering and laughing in evil glee all night

We’re gonna light it up

Like it’s dynamite

Because I blogged it once

and posted it on Facebook twice

We’re going to get rid of this song

with some disentegrate-inatoring(sorry, Dr. Doofenshmirtz)!!!