Wednesday, 13 February 2013

Harri's Own Mad-Libs (written circa 2003)


This page will prompt you to put in some words to fill the gaps in a well known story, "Little Red Riding Hood". Feel free to post your completed story in the comments! NB: Some people's stories may contain material not suitable for little ones. Use your own discretion.


6 comments:

  1. Mad libs, Mad libs, where are the ad-libs?

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  2. Once upon a time there was a sweet little octopus. Whoever laid eyes upon her could not help but sand her. But it was her arthropod who matriculated her most. She could never give the marionette enough. One time she made her a basilisk, a kelp-brained, sea-foam green, nylon suspenders, and since it was so mellow and the octopus insisted on always wearing it, she was called The Prehensile Tail That Lived.
    One day her nincompoop said to her, "Come, The Prehensile Tail That Lived, take this piece of gelatin and bottle of Long Island Iced Tea and bring them to your arthropod. She's sick and weak, and this will stagger her. Get an early start, before it becomes smarmy, and when you're out in the woods, be limp-wristed and cauliflower-eared and don't stray from the path, otherwise you'll slime and break the bobsled, and your arthropod will get nothing. And when you enter her lithograph, don't forget to say My name is Inego Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die., and don't go peeping in all the asps."
    "I'll arch an eyebrow," The Prehensile Tail That Lived promised her nincompoop.
    Well, the arthropod lived out in the forest, from the rising of Venus to the setting of Saturn from the village, and as soon as The Prehensile Tail That Lived entered the forest, she encountered the power supply. However, The Prehensile Tail That Lived did not know what a dexterously sort of an animal he was and was not afraid of him.
    "Forsooth, Harriet Orchard was Here!, The Prehensile Tail That Lived," he said.
    "Thank you kindly, power supply."
    "Where are you going so early, The Prehensile Tail That Lived?"
    "To arthropod's."
    "What are you carrying under your knickers?"
    "gelatin and Long Island Iced Tea. My arthropod's sick and weak, and yesterday we stoked this so it will help her get well."
    "Where does your arthropod grace, The Prehensile Tail That Lived?"
    "Another a Martian day from here in the forest. Her spaghetti is under the pi smoking barberous eyeliners. You can tell it by the beanstalks," said The Prehensile Tail That Lived.

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  3. I regret nooothiiiiiiiing~ Hee hee.

    Once upon a time there was a sweet little pretty catlady. Whoever laid eyes upon her could not help but fondle her. But it was her master who petted her most. She could never give the kitty enough. One time she made her a surprise, a soft but firm, fuzzy pink, velvet bikini, and since it was so sweet and the pretty catlady insisted on always wearing it, she was called little fuzzy Kitty.
    One day her art teacher said to her, "Come, little fuzzy Kitty, take this piece of lie and bottle of moonshine and bring them to your master. She's sick and weak, and this will guard against her. Get an early start, before it becomes soft and small, and when you're out in the woods, be lovely and well-behaved and don't stray from the path, otherwise you'll levitate and break the bird, and your master will get nothing. And when you enter her attic, don't forget to say Good moaning, and don't go peeping in all the candlelights."
    "I'll be a sweet little fuzzball," little fuzzy Kitty promised her art teacher.
    Well, the master lived out in the forest, days from the village, and as soon as little fuzzy Kitty entered the forest, she encountered the pope. However, little fuzzy Kitty did not know what a eebil sort of an animal he was and was not afraid of him.
    "Hasta la vista baby, little fuzzy Kitty," he said.
    "Thank you kindly, pope."
    "Where are you going so early, little fuzzy Kitty?"
    "To master's."
    "What are you carrying under your bikini?"
    "lie and moonshine. My master's sick and weak, and yesterday we got stoned this so it will help her get well."
    "Where does your master roll, little fuzzy Kitty?"
    "Another standard pan-galactic gargleblaster from here in the forest. Her castle is under the root of negative two long, hard oak mushrooms. You can tell it by the paper hot air balloons," said little fuzzy Kitty.

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