This thread is a compilation of the long-running 5-word story thread started in Goof Off months ago. At this time of typing, it currently has 1059 posts -- and it took me half a week to compile. So without further ado, here is the crazyness that you all started! (Slightly edited for spelling, grammar and continuity issues. )
Segment 1
I was walking in the dark lonely forest of many dangerous and scary creatures that like to eat people and taunt them. I looked around and saw a huge, evil guy in a black cloak who was swinging a sword and saying, "None shall pass!" whilst people were sneaking past the lines for the Oprah song while eating hot dogs and thinking about lung capacity of evil bunny girls named Fred.
Suddenly, something made me rather nauseous, so I took about a ton of Tylenol and rubbed it all over my face and it stung like a rather particularly fuzzy caterpillar that has just eaten Alpo that was two years into the Flintstones series. Without a care in the world, I said aloud to myself, "Man, what am I doing here in this stupid, octagonal love triangle?"
Just as suddenly, a scary, pink, fluffy CAA jackalope bounded from the hills and declared, "My name is Admiral Ricardo Luigi Pierre M'Benga Olof Raskolnikov Monty the Fourth. You can call me Al. I am here to make a declaration of what I call fun, but you call annihilation of the whole entire population of my ant farm. Someday, I shall rule the pitiful round thing you call the Luna sphere.
"You seem to like grape flavored popsicles with little violet sprinkles and chocolate covered peanuts made in sweat factories of the Canadian Lumberjack Cheerleading Squads, where you barbarically ignore. Furthermore, upon [a] closer [look, I] must sing Beatles songs in the bathtub while the frost trips the light fantastic through dark spheres of lavender and tinsel." Then, pausing, he sang, "My bonnie lies over the Voyager's salad bar because Neelix is the best friend of Bob." He then tap danced, saying how ridiculous his song is.
Suddenly he noticed the raging flood waters coming towards me out of the large hidden magic potato salad named Steve who was throwing up to reruns of That '70's Show so that his pet snake could blithely devour the cast of My Three Sons because they were in a bowl covered with barbecue sauce. Blissfully, I jumped out of the small plane I was piloting during an acid rain storm to stay alive.
Suddenly, as I was approaching a large clump of trees I decided that it's time to make an emergency exit. When I pulled the lever, I suddenly plummeted 20,000 feet to my mom's sister's husband's brother's cousin's cat's litter box where I found my lucky penny, then lost my memory, possibly under the boardwalk. I got up, brushed off my flux capacitor and staggered into Cheers where run-on sentences greatly abounded.
And then, forsooth! The Jabberwock burbled, "I bet the Yankees will lose again. Oh, barble." Then, the vorpal blade! He fed a snack of Snickers to all of Dallas, Texas cow folk who love to play checkers on the range where the cows roam free of intestinal parasites. Meanwhile, I forgot what I was doing, having fallen down some stairs; and landing on Linksquest's homework, cried out, "Duck for there and chicken for here." However, I am a vegetarian, you know; so Menchi was once saved.
Then I found a bottle cap, once useful, now twisted and marled beyond recognition. It was stomped into the ground with an ugly oversized buggy-eyed flying purple people eater who had a preference for Coke, but Sora wanted Diet Pepsi so they fought over it. Roxas won because he said, "I'm the powerful Lizard Ninja."
Then, far off in another galaxy somewhere near Arnold's in a parallel urban Wisconsin, hamburgers were sold to aliens for mere tuppence a bag, because aliens need them for the resurrection of Elvis and the taming of the shrew. Played by the lovely Mitsuki who is also in love with a donut, Frederica decided to change her name to Skippy Von Buns-A-Lot who is in love with a ceiling tile.
Suddenly, she realized that E really equalled 4, and she wondered who undid quantum electrodynamics, when Hawking and his all girl band started throwing marmalade at the parade of small green men that were eating toast until they ran out of butter. Suddenly, a mech fell onto the igloo filled with steak and bounced into the atmosphere where it caught orbit around some weird floating mushrooms that rank of putrid toxic gas. Brilliant lasers blasted C-3PO's spaceship.
Meanwhile, a pigeon spontaneously combusts into a Latin version of Mandy. No one listens so it throws a temper tantrum and spontaneously combusts again, while elsewhere everyone else remains perfectly calm. Silently reflecting, Winnie the Pooh steps away from the mirror when golden monkeys pop out to steal his honey. But Usagi saves the day by summoning Barney which accidentally triggered an avalanche of spaghetti sauce suffocating the Sailor Scout, but they re-emerge, wielding a long rubber chicken, and proceed to lick up all the sauce.
The rubber chicken awakens and is eaten by a big moogle with a remote control that morphed the chicken into the Jackson Five singing their favorite Weird Al song while eating lots of cookie confessions. With great aplomb, the moogle realizes he is not a chocobo, and spits out birdseed. Meanwhile, back in the fort, 'tis brillig and slithy toves when Gregor Samsa metamorphed into Domo-kun.
That was all that he could eat before exploding, so he decided that after that he'd throw a costume party for the good people of Mars, but the Martians didn't know how to dance like they were made of Jell-O; but they weren't so they had a beach party in Alaska, where Oprah and Gayle tried to help save whales.
But because Wales was so huge, everyone had to put huge jet packs on their heads and head for the peat bog after they see a big scary hairy wolf that was making pancakes when a French pastry chef arrived to do the laundry so everyone ate the earthworms that came to dance for the 200th poster of this story.
So that was how the story was interrupted by a announcement that Miss Rah and Mister Sisboom were to be locked in a room until the grass had grown so that the little purple elves could watch hours on end of Kenshin making a fool of Donnie Osmond and the Five by doing a sword routine that displayed his unnerving and ability to form run-on sentences. A dog barks.
Suddenly, the silver cat runs to the local gas station for a free ear massage, but she can't find any Cheez-its so Koneko has to settle for the dog who came in wearing high heels because he loved the color of orange because it rhymed with nothing, and thought that was strange. Then he undressed slowly to reveal his white kimono and also his pearlescent katana which was made of candy.
The Hershey people called up; they liked his candy katana but he rebuffed them, saying, "You haven't seen the latest lime green sour apple katana that is on display in [the] Hershey Candy History Museum in a potted plant that can talk to cute ghosts in non-sensical stories like this one. It brings me to wonder why the sky isn't orange, or purple and green, or why the grass isn't soft, squishy and pink like my mother's favorite bunny slippers. In my case, my katana which I chose because it made a ringing sound when you hit someone with the hilt of the sword, and then they fall over laughing until you lop off their googeldyspooch that makes run-on sentences."
Tongues, which are yellow and covered in small green bumps, and pictures of cats on high-grade catnip which is illegal in most cat states [are] around in most states. There are only two states allowing the declaration of sushi-eating freaks, Idaho and Montana, because they went and created an oversized taco filled with invisible pudding. Finally, Kenshin said, "I love Sango so much despite the fact that she is in love with Vash who happens to love Faye because of the ice cream disaster of 1949."
Tasty morsels flew from the gruubsalche, landing in parts unknown, causing the great Chicago Food Fight of 1929 that plastered the town in purple peas and silver carrots that spread disease over galaxies causing all lifeforms to crave green jelly that smelled like turpentine to explode.
I decided I wanted beef jerky, but the king didn't have any so I hummed the song Listen To Your Heart as I hopped on one leg and twitched my ears, while I filed a complaint about turnips that were invading the capital of the underwater Smurfs, who were peaceful creatures but like to eat old shoes of unknowing people that walked along the shores of broken hearts which aren't very pretty but slightly squishy, and they hibernated.