Soo, there is a chance that a lot of people on my friends list won't get this at all. But some of you might.
And with that in mind, I present what very well might be the first HR Puffinstuff Fanfiction peice ever written... and, even better...
Disclaimer: HR Puffinstuff and all characters within are the property of Sid and Marty Kroft productions. I am only borrowing them for this fanfiction. This fanfiction was written only for the entertainment of others and no money is being made from this. If you wish to archive this fanfiction on your HR Puffinstuff website, you inform me that you are doing so, sending me a link to your site.
Authors notes: Look, this is my story. I wrote it, it comes from my imagination, okay? So don't flame me if you disagree with what I've written, this is my vision, okay? But you are welcome to send me long letters of praise. Flames will be spit upon and cause me to stamp my feet and complain long and bitterly in my journal, cause I'm so MATURE.
All Good Things Must Come To An End
(An HR Puffinstuff Fanfiction)
It was 3:00 in the afternoon when Jimmy finally awoke, feeling disorentated and more than a little queazy. He opened his eyes slowly, rubbing them with the back of his hand, feeling little bits of grit becoming dislodged.
Slowly he swung his feet off the edge of the bed and groaned loudly. His tongue felt too thick for his mouth, and also as if it had managed to somehow sprout a coat of hair on it while he slept.
Jesus H Christ! he thought to himself, That's the last time I'll ever take acid!