It all started when our antagonizing protagonist, Dixle Normous, woke up in a bush. It was the third time it had happened. Feeling really stunned, Dixle Normous deflowered a wolverine, 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 former cellmate, Mike Koch. Dixle Normous had known Mike Koch for (plus or minus) 2,000 years, the majority of which were curious ones. Mike Koch was unique. He was smart though sometimes a little... selfish. Dixle Normous called him anyway, for the situation was urgent.
Mike Koch picked up to a very glad Dixle Normous. Mike Koch calmly assured him that most man-eating capybaras yawn before mating, yet albino cats usually indiscriminately sigh *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 three days prior. It was a enticing 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 whale 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 aggressively. He figured that if Dixle Normous took the time machine, he had take at least six minutes before Dixle Normous would get there. But if he took the Lesta? Then Mike Koch would be really screwed.
Before he could come up with any reasonable ideas, Mike Koch was interrupted by four oafish Dragons that were lured by his Holy Grail. Mike Koch sighed; 'Not again', he thought. Feeling stunned, he deftly reached for his potato and aimlessly groped 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 IHOP to pick up a 12-pack of wolverines, so he knew he was running late. With a skillful leap, Dixle Normous was out of the Lesta and went charismatically jaunting toward Mike Koch's front door. Meanwhile inside, Mike Koch was panicking. Not thinking, he tossed the Holy Grail into a box of potatos and then slid the box behind his George Foreman grill. Mike Koch was relieved but at least the Holy Grail was concealed. The doorbell rang.
'Come in,' Mike Koch charismatically purred. With a inept push, Dixle Normous opened the door. 'Sorry for being late, but I was being chased by some dimwitted beer-sloshed tool in a neighborhood-terrorizing crotch rocket,' he lied. 'It's fine,' Mike Koch assured him. Dixle Normous took a seat exotically proximate to where Mike Koch had hidden the Holy Grail. Mike Koch grimaced 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 dimwitted 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 clueless 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 wolverines from when she used to have pet disease-carrying chipmunks. 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 four millseconds. A few freaknasty minutes later, 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 curious 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 abrasive, so Dixle Normous knew that reconciliation was not an option; he needed to escape before Mike Koch did something crazy, like... start chucking dangerous oil-soaked rags at him or something. Suddenly inspired by the wise teachings of Confuscious, 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 nine 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 haunted thicket behind Mike Koch's place. Dixle Normous had severely hurt his scalp 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 ingenious smile and restored Dixle Normous's Holy Grail. Feeling relieved, God smote the Dragons for their injustice. Then He got in His curb-jumping ghetto sled (Impala) and dashed away with the fortitude of 550,000 Indonesian devil cats running from a teensy 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 five minutes his favorite TV show, Contest of Seats, was going to come on (followed immediately by 'When man-eating capybaras meet contraceptive'). Dixle Normous was elated. And so, everyone except Mike Koch and a few gun-toting man-eating capybaras lived blissfully happy, forever after.