[Sal the Mudokon]

Almost the last chapter! GETTING TENSE!!!! TIMES A WASTING!!! GET THOSE REPLIES IN BEFORE THE BUZZER HITS!!! So here is the third last chapter in the story that we all know and love!

Sven spun around, doing a flying nose flick. Shmo was hit by the flick with the force of a thousand feathers and fell to the ground. Sven stood over his advecary, triumphant in his battle. He was now going to move in for the kill. With a lick of one of his claws, a firm grip of Shmo's undies with another, pinching nipple hold with his third hand, and a double eye-poke with his last two claws, Sven was setting up for the most dangerous pansy-move of all time: The Crimp! That's correct; the most dreade ever was heading Shmo's way! The Crimp may not be a popular move amongst humans, but squid are quite fond of it. In the blink of a urethra, Sven lust all limbs in the horrifying areas. Minutes later, Shmo could still be seen with his ears draining saliva, his underwear a staggering 42 cm in his ass, his nipples boarder-line black, and his eyes poring water. The deed had been done. Sven shouted and applauded himself until he had noticed that all of the sligs were staring angrily at him. In the back of the room, like 9 cancres on a herpes symplex II, stood some very pissed off interns. Sven had no hope whats so ever. Hans on the other cancre was already out of the room. He had snuck out once again through that chaos that Sven was fueling. As much as he hated it, Hans was going to need those dirty little mudokons' help to get himself out of this shit hole. He knew that they had teleportation and fancy croche needles. Hans took to fancy croche needles like Sven took to danishes. He new that he must have them all.
"Hey scum-bags!" shouted Hans into a room of workers. "In case you Jackasses didn't notice, there's been a bird portal here this whole damn time!" Hans giggled at the idea that the mudokons never noticed these shortcuts to freedom. "Now put your little freak-hands together and say some 'mmmm' noises!" The mudokons followed. Hans stepped towards the portal, fancy croche needles masking his little bit of fear of what might be happening to his fellow junky. But then the lisped son of a bitch had to come back into Hans's life... screaming and running from a mob of sligs. The two ran into the portal, with the idiotic mudokons following after them (those morons would follow you off a cliff!). Then all went black. Hans saw only Sven and several other mudokons falling through space beside him. Hans was horrified. Sven was having the time of his life, skysurfing through the darkness on a victim mudokon.
"Thisth kickth assth!!!" shouted Sven. All that Hans could reply was a huge green vomit that spewed all over a mudokon. In a flash, they all crashed on the ground of a deep, dark cave. Hans lifted his chin from the floor and looked at Sven, still standing on a mudokon's back, 'pretend'-surfing. Then a huge boulder opened all of its eyes and stared down at the group. Hans stood petrified, while Sven still surfed on the mud.
In the moments to follow, Hans learned that he and Sven were going to be rewarded... and possibly find true happiness! Hans was about to cry with joy when the creature (now known as the Raisin) told him this.
"I justh stho happy, Hanth!" cried Sven, with renewed hope. He was finally going to see his danish!
"But how come that Abe bastard didn't get a reward? He helped out alot more of these suckers than we did!" asked Hans.
"Abe, as you know, does not wear adequate clothing to cover his legs... which makes me jealous, for I have a lack of legs," said the Raisin, "If he'd just wear some damn pants!" Sven walked off, pawndering what other species have fallen on the evolutionary scale from their lack of pants while Sven desperately tried to tell the Raisin his name.
"Shwen? Shlim? Svthum? Look just go already, I don't care anymore!" shouted the Rainsin.
"Go where?" asked Sven. Then, all around the three appeared candy mushrooms and tea cups made of edible stuff and even a chocolate river. Hans eyes where about to rip out of his sockets when he thought of how much those toad stools would sell for and how much sewage could go into that lake.
"Come with me," started the Raisin, " And you'll be... In a world of pure imagination!" With the last line 15 and 1/2 or so mudokons with orange paint and white over alls appeared and started singing.
"LOOK! I can't take this anymore! We'll go! Just quit singing!" shouted Hans, holding his ear-holes.
"Fine, but no snozzberries!" replied the Raisin, shaking off his tophat.
"Wha?!" asked Sven, who didn't even understand this insanity.
"Just go," said the Raisin, opening his mouth.
"Huh?" said Hans, "You want us to go in your mouth?"
"Yeah, that's where ALL happiness is!" laughed the Raisin.
"COME ON!" shouted Sven with only his danish on his mind. He grabbed Hans by the neck and dove into the Raisin's mouth, which snapped shut immediately.
"How'd they taste?" aske one of the over-alled mudokons.
"THAT WAS THE WORST THING THAT I'VE EVER HAD...but the second was kind of spicy..."


What will happen to Hans and Sven?! Will Sven find the danish?! Will the pair be digested?!?! Will Hans ever turn into a giant blue-berry and roll across the floor!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!
Many answers lie ahead...