It was a nice greedleaf day in Thinderclan. A young kit named Kitkit was playing in the nursery. He said idiotically,"What the 621312 this is boring! Where can I find a dirt?" Then he wriggled outside and asked,"Yo Chickenlizard! Where can I find a dirt?" "I don't know. No one knows. A dirt is the empty place in our minds. Its called the dirtbag. I have it. You have it too since we are kin. Also just about every other dirtbag in this clan is a dirtbag. Bock1,bock2,bock3...Look at Trash star he is such a dirtbag. Bock4, Bock5, Bock6...So are all his kits." Chickenlizard said in a robotic voice. "WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY YOU LITTLE EINSTEIN?!?!?!" Trashstar yowled in a raging temper tantrum. "I am not an einstein. You are a dirtbag Mr.Dirtbag." Chickenlizard said again in his usual robot voice. "I'll Mr. Dirtbag you ya little chicken lizard! Ahhh!!!" Trashstar screamed in a grungy voice. He picked up Chickenlizard and tried to stuff him down his throat. He only got half of him in so the rest was hanging out like a parasitic twin. Chickenlizard commented,"Nice abs Mr. Dirtbag. " "Stop calling me Mr. Dirtbag!" Trashstar growled in a muffled voice then did the heimlick maneuver on himself. Chickenlizard flew though the air. "Yay! Thankyou Mr. Dirtbag!" He exclaimed as he exited the atmosphere. Trashstar facepawed himself then spun around to go to his den. "Wait Mr. Dirtbag! I want a dirt!" Trashstar passes out.
The End.
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