We started dancing uncontrollably. I ate some peanuts, which is bad, but not bad.
"STOP!" roared the Smart. He shook his thingiemabobber threateningly at us. I tried to swim on the floor but it didn't work. Wah.
"I'm Pippa Potato IV, certified human being in my world. I'm so glad!" I sang, playing the air clarinet. "Ba BOOM!" I started dancing again.
"Put an official ban on dancing," ordered the Smart. He wasn't very good at ordering. I decided to teach him because I'm a nice person.
"No no no. Like this, Smarty Warty. I WOULD LIKE A PEPPERONI PIZZA BUT DON'T MAKE IT ON WHOLE WHEAT I'M ALLERGIC TO THAT AND PUT IN 2000 BREADSTICKS AND SOME COOKIES AND I WANT SOME DELICIOUS PING PONG BALLS!" I screamed, shattering all the windows.
"Quack quack!" added Dotty.
"OH YEAH AND FRENCH FRIES!"
"BAN ON DANCING!" screamed the Smart. "NO MORE DANCING OR YOU SHALL BE PUT TO DEATH!"
I gasped and started hyperventilating. "Oh NO! I forgot to take my dying time for the past few days! I need to take one today!" With that I dropped dead.
Dotty sighed. "Grm grm grm grm, Quack-GRM."
Everyone was horrified, staring at the Smart.
"NO DANCING!" he yelled, and with that he and his guard people - they were very ugly and mean - grabbed us and threw us on the floor.
"I'm not done dying! I'm not done dying!" I wailed, kicking.
"Well, too bad!" snarled the Smart.
I wanted to go to Kmart and buy tuna.
