"You were up all night proving that you can align staplers in what is widely considered the most impossible task in the whole series one of Pokémon?" called the menace into a phonetic spelling bee.
At once, after a few moments, Prancel converted his dollars into gym training equipment.
"Plagiarism!" quacked Jim 'Training-eq' Uipment.
"Oh, cover yourself in these here bees and utterly lie about your heritage!" warned the menace.
A tractor fell out of the tree that was being a tree pretending to be a picnic basket.
"How rude." said Pet indefinitely.
"I am not a ransom note!" screeched a car as the tree threw a pie at it.
"I never liked that show," noted Prancel, who felt that he was losing grip on the colour mauve.
Ordinarily, Pet tied Prancel's sleeves together to each other.
"What did you do that for?" commanded Prancel.
"Right," spoke Pet itallically to the menace, "you distract him, while I push him into that passing black hole."
Shortly, and rather quickly, Prancel disappeared.
"I'm actually green, you know. And more sort of shaped like a gap and not like a hole at all," complained the black hole.
"I'm offended." said the menace and hit a small child in the face with a duck.
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