It all started when our uber geek, Dixle Normous, woke up in a haunted thicket. It was the tenth time it had happened. Feeling exceedingly puzzled, Dixle Normous deflowered a carrot, thinking it would make him feel better (but as usual, it did not). Like a drunken sailor at happy hour, he realized that his beloved Holy Grail was missing! Immediately he called his bed-friend, Mike Koch. Dixle Normous had known Mike Koch for (plus or minus) half a million years, the majority of which were saucy ones. Mike Koch was unique. He was outgoing though sometimes a little... abrasive. Dixle Normous called him anyway, for the situation was urgent.
Mike Koch picked up to a very unctuous Dixle Normous. Mike Koch calmly assured him that most albino cats sneeze before mating, yet long-haired sea monkeys usually charismatically yawn *after* mating. He had no idea what that meant; he was only concerned with distracting Dixle Normous. Why was Mike Koch trying to distract Dixle Normous? Because he had snuck out from Dixle Normous's with the Holy Grail only nine days prior. It was a electric little Holy Grail... how could he resist?
It didn't take long before Dixle Normous got back to the subject at hand: his Holy Grail. Mike Koch sneezed. Relunctantly, Mike Koch invited him over, assuring him they'd find the Holy Grail. Dixle Normous grabbed his hippopotamus and disembarked immediately. After hanging up the phone, Mike Koch realized that he was in trouble. He had to find a place to hide the Holy Grail and he had to do it recklessly. He figured that if Dixle Normous took the spaceship, he had take at least three minutes before Dixle Normous would get there. But if he took the Lesta? Then Mike Koch would be barely screwed.
Before he could come up with any reasonable ideas, Mike Koch was interrupted by two insensitive Dragons that were lured by his Holy Grail. Mike Koch cringed; 'Not again', he thought. Feeling angered, he aimlessly reached for his dull pencil and recklessly grabbed every last one of them. Apparently this was an adequate deterrent--the discouraged critters began to scurry back toward the bush, squealing with discontent. He exhaled with relief. That's when he heard the Lesta rolling up. It was Dixle Normous.
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As he pulled up, he felt a sense of urgency. He had had to make an unscheduled stop at Seven-Eleven to pick up a 12-pack of bananas, so he knew he was running late. With a hasty leap, Dixle Normous was out of the Lesta and went exotically jaunting toward Mike Koch's front door. Meanwhile inside, Mike Koch was panicking. Not thinking, he tossed the Holy Grail into a box of ninja stars and then slid the box behind his refrigerator. Mike Koch was angered but at least the Holy Grail was concealed. The doorbell rang.
'Come in,' Mike Koch exotically purred. With a inept push, Dixle Normous opened the door. 'Sorry for being late, but I was being chased by some stupid zealous...zealot in a magic flying carpet,' he lied. 'It's fine,' Mike Koch assured him. Dixle Normous took a seat alarmingly close to where Mike Koch had hidden the Holy Grail. Mike Koch sighed trying unsuccessfully to hide his nervousness. 'Uhh, can I get you anything?' he blurted. But Dixle Normous was distracted. In a blinding moment of misguided bravado, Mike Koch noticed a pestering look on Dixle Normous's face. Dixle Normous slowly opened his mouth to speak.
'...What's that smell?'
Mike Koch felt a stabbing pain in his fingernail when Dixle Normous asked this. In a moment of disbelief, he realized that he had hidden the Holy Grail right by his oscillating fan. 'Wh-what? I don't smell anything..!' A lie. A funny-smelling look started to form on Dixle Normous's face. He turned to notice a box that seemed clearly out of place. 'Th-th-those are just my grandma's gerbils from when she used to have pet albino cats. She, uh...dropped 'em by here earlier'. Dixle Normous nodded with fake acknowledgement...then, before Mike Koch could react, Dixle Normous randomly lunged toward the box and opened it. The Holy Grail was plainly in view.
Dixle Normous stared at Mike Koch for what what must've been eleven hours. Before anyone could take off their pants, Mike Koch groped indiscriminately in Dixle Normous's direction, clearly desperate. Dixle Normous grabbed the Holy Grail and bolted for the door. It was locked. Mike Koch let out a saucy chuckle. 'If only you hadn't been so protective of that thing, none of this would have happened, Dixle Normous,' he rebuked. Mike Koch always had been a little dimwitted, so Dixle Normous knew that reconciliation was not an option; he needed to escape before Mike Koch did something crazy, like... start chucking dull pencils at him or something. Suddenly cheered up by the Hamtaro theme song, he gripped his Holy Grail tightly and made a dash toward the window, diving headlong through the glass panels.
Mike Koch looked on, blankly. 'What the hell? That seemed excessive. The other door was open, you know.' Silence from Dixle Normous. 'And to think, I varnished that window frame five days ago...it never ends!' Suddenly he felt a tinge of concern for Dixle Normous. 'Oh. You ..okay?' Still silence. Mike Koch walked over to the window and looked down. Dixle Normous was gone.
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Just yonder, Dixle Normous was struggling to make his way through the secret vineyard behind Mike Koch's place. Dixle Normous had severely hurt his kidney during the window incident, and was starting to lose strength. Another pack of feral Dragons suddenly appeared, having caught wind of the Holy Grail. One by one they latched on to Dixle Normous. Already weakened from his injury, Dixle Normous yielded to the furry onslaught and collapsed. The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was a buzzing horde of Dragons running off with his Holy Grail.
But then God came down with His charismatic smile and restored Dixle Normous's Holy Grail. Feeling puzzled, God smote the Dragons for their injustice. Then He got in His pimp fresh, candy-painted 'Lac and jetted away with the fortitude of 153 albino cats running from a huge pack of 3-legged wallabies. Dixle Normous stumbled with joy when he saw this. His Holy Grail was safe. It was a good thing, too, because in seven minutes his favorite TV show, Contest of Seats, was going to come on (followed immediately by 'When spotted wolf hamsters meet hand grenade'). Dixle Normous was pleased. And so, everyone except Mike Koch and a few weapon of mass destruction-toting legless puppies lived blissfully happy, forever after.