"Pants! Pants! Pants!" Johnny screamed into a roll of toilet paper for no reason. Pants
ran into the elephant room. "Yes, slave?" Oops, that was a bad move. A lion was floating over
the two. He told them that his name used to be Flow, and then pooped on them. This began a
food fight amongst the oompa-loompas. Johnny turned to Pants, looked somewhere else, and ran
backwards with his arms straight out screaming, "GAR! GAR! GAR! GAR! GAR!" like a raging car
salesman. Pants put his finger in his mouth and turned away farting. Johnny stopped running a
few hours ago. Now my porcupines have to find their way through the evil forest. Pants saw
his friend's dilema, and baked a big purple THING. OOOOOh, scared now huh? Johnny smelled the
aroma, and ran into a wall, too excited to watch where he was going while running backwards.
"Gee gollie! That looks just like some guy who peed himself" Pants screamed foolishly in his
best new york dress. Pants realized nothing, so he continued moving his arm up and down for
no reason, and Johnny screamed at the ceiling. They stopped and sniffed each other's butts.
Johnny just had to chase his tail. "That's not a tail, my boy. That's mom!" Pants said
backwards. Johnny was ashamed, but he got over it before he even felt ashamed. Their mom
wiggled on the ground like a worm. Johnny and Pants laughed at their mom, wishing they were
made of christmas lights. Pants got a crazy smile on his face and kicked Johnny in the shin
with brute force. Johnny couldn't be anymore entertained. He jumped over a monkey and hugged
Pants with his growing fingers. Hams began dancing in the room. They jumped up and down
without even leaving the ground. THAT'S FREAKIN' INCREDIBLE! Stinkerish began tripping across
the room, too. Too bad about his fur, being dirty and all. Oh well! "Gary Coleman, you gather
up everything off of that high shelf without the aid of a ladder, and I'll go over here and
laugh at you as you do all the work" Pants summarized in an English paper he was writing for
3 reasons. What are his three reasons, you say? One is to write it. Two is to write it for no
reason. And three, well three is the magic number! So off they went, Johnny and Pants. They
developed a new kind of Pepsi bottle, one that would require no refills. Well, maybe not.
