The Search for Jesus: A Tale of Resilience, Dedication, and Memes

Chapter I: The Thoughts of a King

Jazz. Ya like jazz? Jazz...jazz was great. Or at least, King Barry thought so. As Barry stood atop his palace balcony overlooking the mighty kingdom of Memedonia he wondered if he were worthy of his crown. When Shrek had returned after all those painful years of waiting, he did not reclaim his crown and instead handed over to Barry, but why he wondered? Was it his interest in jazz? His dashing good looks? His fat little body that was too heavy to have his tiny wings lift off the ground? Barry just couldn't figure it out. It had been months since the battle against the Trump supporters at the Land of Pain, and the memes of Memedonia had never been happier. Yet Barry struggled to find it, as these thoughts had been plaguing him. If he couldn't find the answers himself, then who could help him? Who would be able to answer this question that no one understood? Well, Shrek could just tell him but Barry didn't want to bother him as he was raising a child alone in his swamp. No one invades Shrek's swamp and gets out alive.

Barry wondered, and wondered until he realized that someone out there could give him the answer, and that person was...JESUS. JESUS KNOWS ALL. JESUS KNOWS EVERYTHING. HE WAS JESUS! Barry figured it out! He needed to find Jesus! He had a home, but did he have Jesus? No, no one did....JESUS. Barry decided at that moment that he needed to go on an epic adventure to who knows where to find his homeboy. In order to appease Jesus though, he needed to have an offering. Barry knew he needed to buy every single piece of Jesus merchandise as possible. Off to the 99 Cents store!

Barry flew down the stairs of his palace(his parents would always scolding him about that, they paid good money for those stairs), and out the doors. Then, he saw something. He saw the most horrible sight he had ever seen. The memes of Memedonia, they we-they were all...DEAD. NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ALL THE MEMES DIED. NOOOOO. He looked around for some sign of life. He looked for Kermit the Frog sipping tea at the salt shop. Dead. He looked for Harambe playing out in the fields. Dead. He looked for Dat Boi riding around on his fancy unicycle. Dead. He looked for Grumpy Cat-wait. Barry just remembered that meme died a LOOOONNNNGGGGG time ago but that was beside the point! EVERY SINGLE MEME HAD DIED! HE WAS SURROUNDED BY A BUNCH OF DEAD MEMES. THIS WAS WORSE THAN WHEN BEYONCE THE DRAGON DIED. Wait no. Nothing is worse than Beyonce dying, BUT STILL.

Barry really had failed his subjects, he had failed to protect the memes from all dying. He didn't deserve his crown, he didn't deserve anything. But just because he didn't deserve anything, that didn't mean that the memes deserved to stay dead. Barry would find a way to resurrect them, Barry would find Jesus, and most of all, he would find the monster that did this to Memedonia, and that monster was going to pay. No one messes with King Barry Bee Benson and lives to tell the tale.