The Ykuajreehöver

The Ykuajreehöver often longed for a pretzel. Then its nostril explodenated. Something occurred as a result of this, though nobody's really sure what it was.

"Remember when that Ykuajreehöver fellow's nostril explodenated?" inquired a mildly bananaful Lyurkjjz.

"Ah, yes, that was a muffin," Ñaagyrkliboppen responded with a slight tootling of his toes.

"Lemon-flavored ostentation," agreed Borb.

The three Tymplarkens were presently frolicking about the Designated Frolicking Area, though it wasn't long before an evil stench descended upon this frolickingest of Frolicking Areas. Everybody enjoyed the stench thoroughly.

"I really hate that stench," muttered Lyurkjjz.

"Yes, I agree," agreed a biscuit-flavored Borb.

"¿¡A que hora es la fecha de la mañana!?" Ñaagyrkliboppen cried, seconds before exploding in a stenchy blaze.

Twenty pickles later, a tuba made itself a sandwich. That's not really important to the story, but I just thought I'd mention it.

"Run for your tubas!" cried a melting Ximpoklimang, who then began to melt at a rate faster than that which he had previously been melting at. It really doesn't matter too much, for before he had a chance to finish melting, twenty Giant Tacos attacked the very spot in which he was melting, rendering his meltiness unmeltified.

"It stinks of cabbages and horrible things, roast beef!" shouted that rock over there. No, not that one. That one, over there. See it? Yeah... That one.

That rock over there (no, the other one) then mutilated an idea. He found, however, that this idea was intangible, and the resulting paradox exploded his brain. Then it devoured his toenails.

"Hooray!" cried the Hypermole, who hated ideas.

"Hooray!" shouted the Poplonkinographicaniker, who despised toenails.

"Hooray!" rejoiced the evil stench, who, apparently, was not too fond of either.

"Bubblegum is a toothpick! Did that evil stench just rejoice!?" cried Lyurkjjz.

"I was not aware that evil stenches had shoelaces," admitted Borb. "But now I know."

A Giant Taco ate his own toenails, then threw a Hypermole at Borb. The Hypermole exploded when it hit him, and the world was destroyed three and a half times.

"I AM A TISSUE," said the evil stench.

"No, you are not!" cried Educated Expert Man. "You are an evil stench! I should know. I pickle sandwiches with my mind."

"He does have a point," said the Tymplarken whose name happened to be Lyurkjjz. Unless it wasn't, in which case, his name wouldn't have been Lyurkjjz, would it? But I digress.

"Toenails!" cried Mystery Door.

"Yes, that's very nice about your toenails," said the evil stench, "but my ostentatious gumdrops are more important than a salty aardvark."

"What's an aardvark?" asked Quintus.

"Who's Quintus?" asked Lyurkjjz.

"The inside tastes just like an Oreo!" cried someone, somewhere.

"Listen, evil stench man dude-thing. I don't know who you are or what you want, but please stop eating my toe," said Borb.

"Oh, sorry." The evil stench stopped devouring Borb's toe.

"Thank you for-" Borb exploded.

"You are a cupcake!" cried a cupcake.

"Actually, he's an evil stench," said Educated Expert Man. "I should know, for my eyeglasses are tickled by elongated spleens."

"Actually, my name is Celine Dion," said the evil stench. "I was just wondering if I could borrow some talent."

"Oh..." said Lyurkjjz. "No. No, you cannot."

"Dunderfooted oscillations!" cried the evil stench. "I suppose I'll just have to devour your face."

The evil stench lunged at Lyurkjjz, but suddenly exploded for no good reason. I suppose these things happen.