As Tigerstar blasted away from the scene with the force of all majestical Firestar farts ever combined, Mistystar sauntered away like she was the meanest girl in Mean Girls.*
"I wonder what I should do now. I don't feel like waking up. Let's go explore!"
And thus the Dora theme was heard throughout the entire land, from sea to shining sea, and all the peoples of the world reveled in its beauty.
Except one.
A snake, with the short name of wàíopümâcjuøuemöplrėnœcúiendooakwkjoocnnekqiaosbdbrjsònsskeiwonsnsnshsjsiwoanan.
Or more commonly known as Alfred by everyone else.
He lived a little toy doll's red boot, in a land far far away called Wyoming, which didn't exist.
Now one might ask how such a snake like him could fit, for he was large snake,and it was a small boot. The answer: He was a magical danger noodle. And he used this magic to live in this small boot. Every now and then, he'd stick his long body out of the boot to look about, so he looked like a snake wearing a red boot.
An odd danger noodle indeed.
Mistystar at this point was sauntering so slowly, and so meanly, that her rate of pace for walking forward was -284859595738 miles a minute. Now this statement will make no sense to a reader with at least a brain cell or two, which was enough make Mistystar slowly arrive at the land that is of not: Wyoming.
The fates of wàíopümâcjuøuemöplrėnœcúiendooakwkjoocnnekqiaosbdbrjsònsskeiwonsnsnshsjsiwoanan was about to collide with that of Mistystar's.
Mistystar took her first step into Wyoming and immediately tripped over Alfred looking out his boot.
She ignored him.
This made Alfred very angry. So he screamed at her and said " YOU jeeiwnnejdicmflspaowkeeurhhbdbxbsjakaowwpqpkwnsnccnbrbfvwjqodo-ing eiwksjsbcjdoapwowknwjwjs of a rhwjlqpqpqpoeirituthruehbc!!!!!!!!"
Mistystar slowly turned her head around.
"Sorry," she said, "and get a bigger boot."
Alfred was LIVID.
How dare that cat tell me to get a larger boot! Does she not see that I am a majestical danger noodle?! And thus he used his danger noodle magic to teleport her to the dungeon.
Tigerstar approves. Mistystar deserves it for not giving him food and being immortal.
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