Hey, my name is Poor Man. Yea, I'm trapped in a restroom that's been lifted in a sky and is about to crash into the sun. Yea, I'm kind of in a pickle. But, don't worry, what bad way to end the series of me dying of a horrible painful death isn't it. But, how did I get to this horrible mishap? Well, first it starts in an even more horrible situaiton, WORK!
I'll tell you in a warm and classic flashback..... Bubbly bubbly whimsy bubbly. So, Poor Man was sitting at his office in work. Yea, he usually skips work, but he has to attend at least once a month if he doesn't want to get fired. "Yes sir, I'm aware your house got crushed by a giant hippo, there's nothing we can do. Yes, it is our job to cover up damage from natural disasters. Yes, I guess a giant hippo is a disaster. Oh, well, don't use that language. Oh, giving me the silent treatment hm, well, hey! Why did your voice change? NO, I DON'T WANT TO LEAVE A MESSAGE! GET AWAY FROM ME WIERD PERSON!". Poor Man then turned off the phone, to find Ratnik under his table. "Speaking of wierd person, where did I put that pepper spray?". "Oh, I ate it", replied Ratnik, "Needed to season my french fries". "Look, I'm busy in work, so please, get out of here Ratnik". "What if I get out of out of here?". "Uh", thought Poor Man, "Just get out". "Ok, I'll go get a boat", said Ratnik before he left. "Wow, some people are so disrespectful of the working enviornment", said Poor Man, then he pulled out a radio, cranked the volume on max, turned it on, and started dancing, "OH YEA! I AM THE DANCING QUEEN!". Poor Man then grabbed a bunch of balloons and started popping them. "Whew! This is life! I'm also loving the bubblewrap carpet, that's a nice touch! PARTY!". Just then the boss came in the room. "Poor Man, go to my office immediately!". "C'mon, don't be a party pooper!", replied Poor Man, "Join in the fun dancing guy!". "I have a name, Mr. Bigs", he said, "And you're in big trouble". "Well, you're not such a big party guest", mumbled Poor Man, "But hey, what can I expect from a guy named Mr. Bigs, heh heh". That did it, Poor Man just got fired. Poor Man, jobless, got home and sat on his sofa. "Well, I'm doomed. I need some way to pay for my waffles, oh and shelter, and water, but that's second. If only there was something that can help me". Sharky then, behind Poor Man and over the staircase, folded a brochure and flew it at Poor Man, before opening a trap door from the stair case. Inside the trap door is Sharky and Elephant's secret base. "Mission accomplished, I gave him the job as a pickle picker". "A pickle picker?". "A pickle picker". "But won't Peter Piper be Pretty Peeved if Poor Man picked pickled peppers instead of Peter Piper?". "Nea, Peter Piper won't be so pickly about his pickeled peppers, plus Poor Man is lazy, he'd problably put the pickled peppers inside his pothole and what am I talking about, he's a pickle picker, not a pickled pepper picker! Get your facts right!". 'I'm sowwy", said Elephant, "Shawky. I suddenly feel like pickles". Just then they overheard Poor Man say, "Wow, this'll be a good subsitute job while I beg the boss for my old job back. I'm going to get dressed and go to Peter Piper's Pick a Pickle co.{. "Mission accomplished", said Sharky, "Wait, Elephant, did you close the door?". "Yes, then I opened it again". "WHAT! WHY!?". "Because it was hot inside, and I'm up for company". "CLOSE IT!". But it was too late, Poor Man feel through the trap door and fell right on Sharky. "Wow, where am I?". "Hi Poor Man, would you like a nice cold beverage?". "Ele-le-le-le-lepant!", stuttered Poor Man, "Did you just talk?". "No he didn't", said Sharky from underneath Poor Man. "Sh-sh-sh-sh-sh-sharky!", stuttered Poor Man, "Did you just talk?". "Uh, no I didn't". "Shawky, don't be rude, he's our guest. We need to set good examples, we are guardian angels after all". "WHAT IS GOING ON!", shouted Poor Man. "You see, we were bought to life by the Blue Fairy to keep you safe. And we're not supposed to tell anyone we exist ok? So don't tell Poor Man, ok Poor Man?". "My lips are sealed", said Poor Man, "Wait a minute. AAAAAHHHHHHHHH!". "Well, he's taking this better than I thought", said Sharky. "But I wonder how the fish council will take this", replied Elephant. "Oh, the Fish Council. The judges of heaven, the deciders of good and bad, the most ruthless group of the entire ocean!", shouted Sharky, "I doubht they have time to worry about us". Just then everything twisted, dissapeared, smoke everywhere, and they are now suddenly in a court room. "Oh, never mind, we are dead, we are very dead". Then a head rose from the head chair. "Names guilty party!". Then a second head rose from the head chair. "Yes, names guilty party!". "Hey, I said that, what are you a mina bird!", shouted head 1. "Well, maybe you're the mina bird, but you say everything first", replied head 2. Then head 3 rose from the head chair. "C'mon guys, let's not fight now, the jury is staring". Just then all of the heads eyed the jury, which is a giant can of mackeral. "Yea, let's get to business", ordered head 1. "Yes, let's get to business", repeated head 2. Then head 1 knocked head 2 out with the gavel and the body rose, revealing to be a three headed monster. "Sharky and Elephant, you are guilty of revealing your secret identities to your owner". "With Elephant I thought it would be sooner", muttered Sharky. "So, if Poor Man fails to defend you!". "Wait, I don't want to defend them!", replied Poor Man, "I'm not even sure if I really want to keep them!". "Shut up!", shouted Head 1, "If Poor Man fails to defend you, you shall be Kid's guardian angels! Roll the footage!". A bunch of mackeral pushed a TV, and turned it on to show all of the toys Kid destroyed. He put dynamite in teddy bears, he poured toxic on G.I. Joes. He sent millions of toys to their graves! Sharky stared speechless at the telivision screen. "Uh, Shawky. I don't like this program, can we switch to Spongebob?". The TV then shut off. "Wow, I almost felt an emotion of sorrow", said head 1, "But, I did get you a lawyer, come to the court Ratnik Gutton".
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