So, for those of you who haven't played this game before. This is a game of nonsense, in which one person writes a sentence and somebody else writes the next sentence. There is no problem with changing the plotline as it goes along, or being absolutely insane. This is perfectly normal in this game.
I'll start:
Once upon a time, there was a yellow pansy.
Which lived in Oz, and loved to give names to shiny beetles.
Thank you, Hobbit!
It named five beetles on Tuesday: Fred, Finn, Fannie, Frank, and Fran.
Fran claimed to have gone to Narnia, but the pansy and other beetles didn't believe her/him/it.
After days of glorious sunshine, Fred, Finn, Frank, and Fannie stepped on to a rock, and were nearly fried. Fran was pouting under a blade of grass after not being believed regarding Narnia, and laughed at them.
Thank you, Hobbit!
Fran, who was acting rather like Eustace, turned into a grasshopper (instead of a dragon. You see, that's what happens when you sit on grass and pout.)
And Pansy (for now that's what we'll call the flower) was in utter shock, after Fran bounced over all five of them and onto the road of yellow brick.
Thank you, Hobbit!
"Fran!" Frank, the most sympathetic of the others, called worriedly. "Come back!"
Fran decided she had nothing else to do just then, so she hopped back. "Oh, alright," she said, "I might as well. Though I do wonder where the yellow brick road leads to!"
Thank you, Hobbit!
Fannie huffed. "Why would you want to leave home? We have everything we need here!"
Fred, who was half asleep under a leaf, was paying no attention to the sharp conversation between Fran and the others. Finn, on the other hand, was watching intently, and thought the debate very interesting, as he loved to point out fallacious errors in conversations that didn't involve him.
Thank you, Hobbit!
Fran sighed. "Don't you want to see the world and have adventures?"
Fannie was about to begin lecturing again when Frank shouted. "LOOK!! It's the Purple Specter of Doom!" They all began to run, except for Fran, who was bounding ahead in grasshopper form.
Thank you, Hobbit!
Pansy, since she couldn't move, screamed, "What's the Purple Specter of Doom?"
Frank hurriedly explained about the rare phenomena: "IT'STHEMOSTHORRIBLECREATUREYOUCOULDEVERIMAGINE. IT'SPURPLEANDFUZZYANDHASONEEYE!!!"
Thank you, Hobbit!
