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“Look what they’ve done to the promised land!” Chia exclaimed looking at the news– Israeli funland was cancelled and closed! And next, they were shutting down all the Culvers and Diablo’s in the tristate area– and Grovetown Georgia! “We need to save Israel!”
“But Why?” Raggle asked, dumb as FUCK.
“Because we need our Culvers! Without it, this entire Pooplands Attack is ripped apart– it’s stuck together by the cheesy curds of Scoopy and Curdis themselves–” Then it hit Chia. The only way to save Grovetown, Georgia (and Israel too ig) was to unite Scoopy and Curdis to form the ultimate body– Cheesy Michael, and defeat Benjamin Netenyahu to recover the promised land from destroying Grovetown, GA.
“Well, let’s take to Culver’s HQ!” Rags said, grabbing Chia by the hand and heading to the chopper– THE Lego mechanical helicopter, powered by hopes, dreams, and a little bit of gay sweat.
So off they flew, in the Culver’s chopper. But someone was lurking along… Benson. Boone. Not any normal Benson Boone– moon beam Benson Boone, the moon. But this was no normal Boone, this was FULL moon Benson Boon, and he was shooting his “moon beams” at the aeroplane.
Chia put on her goggles and got to the shooter and loaded it with– well, she wasn’t too sure; “Raggle, what do I shoot him with!?” she exclaimed.
“The only way to defeat a moon beam is with ice cream!” Raggle responded, flying the plane around the beams from Benson Moone.
“A-alright,” Chia said, grabbing the handy dandy stash of ice cream cones and loading them into the loader to load unto the loading loaded batch of loaded shooting things (that had to be filled). And out they flew against Benson’s moon beams, deflecting them towards his moon.
“Gah! I’ll take you down later–” Benson Moone said before his moon powers stuttered and dropped him into the ocean. Far below he fell, causing a wave in the ocean… you could say, he took off his blue jeans from the impact of the moon beam ice creams.