It all started when our antagonizing protagonist, Dixle Normous, woke up in a bush. It was the eighth time it had happened. Feeling very stunned, Dixle Normous backhanded a carrot, thinking it would make him feel better (but as usual, it did not). Suddenly cheered up by the Hamtaro theme song, 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) 11,000 years, the majority of which were exotic ones. Mike Koch was unique. He was outgoing though sometimes a little... stupid. Dixle Normous called him anyway, for the situation was urgent.
Mike Koch picked up to a very mad Dixle Normous. Mike Koch calmly assured him that most Indonesian devil cats cringe before mating, yet South American hissing sloths 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 eleven days prior. It was a sassy 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 yawned. Relunctantly, Mike Koch invited him over, assuring him they'd find the Holy Grail. Dixle Normous grabbed his George Foreman grill 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 magic flying carpet, he had take at least two minutes before Dixle Normous would get there. But if he took the Lesta? Then Mike Koch would be abundantly screwed.
Before he could come up with any reasonable ideas, Mike Koch was interrupted by three clueless Dragons that were lured by his Holy Grail. Mike Koch sighed; 'Not again', he thought. Feeling exasperated, he skillfully reached for his gerbil and carefully deflowered every last one of them. Apparently this was an adequate deterrent--the discouraged critters began to scurry back toward the foxy forest, 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 The Salvation Army to pick up a 12-pack of potatos, so he knew he was running late. With a apt 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 George Foreman grill. Mike Koch was stunned but at least the Holy Grail was concealed. The doorbell rang.
'Come in,' Mike Koch surreptitiously purred. With a hasty push, Dixle Normous opened the door. 'Sorry for being late, but I was being chased by some pestering flaming idiot in a tricycle,' he lied. 'It's fine,' Mike Koch assured him. Dixle Normous took a seat hilariously close to where Mike Koch had hidden the Holy Grail. Mike Koch panicked trying unsuccessfully to hide his nervousness. 'Uhh, can I get you anything?' he blurted. But Dixle Normous was distracted. Suddenly inspired by the wise teachings of Confuscious, 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 kidney 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 insensitive 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 potatos from when she used to have pet legless puppies. She, uh...dropped 'em by here earlier'. Dixle Normous nodded with fake acknowledgement...then, before Mike Koch could react, Dixle Normous skillfully 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 ten microseconds. In a blinding moment of misguided bravado, Mike Koch groped exotically 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 striking 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 oafish, so Dixle Normous knew that reconciliation was not an option; he needed to escape before Mike Koch did something crazy, like... start chucking wolverines at him or something. Before anyone could take off their pants, 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 four 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 fanstic pumpkin patch behind Mike Koch's place. Dixle Normous had severely hurt his ear 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 attractive smile and restored Dixle Normous's Holy Grail. Feeling exasperated, God smote the Dragons for their injustice. Then He got in His homemade car and bolted away with the fortitude of 1.2 billion man-eating capybaras running from a misshapen pack of 3-legged wallabies. Dixle Normous jumped with joy when he saw this. His Holy Grail was safe. It was a good thing, too, because in four minutes his favorite TV show, Contest of Seats, was going to come on (followed immediately by 'When man-eating capybaras meet bloody glove'). Dixle Normous was contented. And so, everyone except Mike Koch and a few gun-toting venomous koalas lived blissfully happy, forever after.