It all started when our (former porn) star, Dixle Normous, woke up in a lemur-infested moor. It was the ninth time it had happened. Feeling scarcely relieved, Dixle Normous groped a potato, 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 lover, Mike Koch. Dixle Normous had known Mike Koch for (plus or minus) 200,000 years, the majority of which were flamboyant ones. Mike Koch was unique. He was ingenious 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 Indonesian devil cats cringe before mating, yet man-eating capybaras usually charismatically 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 ten days prior. It was a striking 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 sighed. Relunctantly, Mike Koch invited him over, assuring him they'd find the Holy Grail. Dixle Normous grabbed his hammock 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 carefully. He figured that if Dixle Normous took the time machine, he had take at least nine 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 ten dimwitted Dragons that were lured by his Holy Grail. Mike Koch turned red; 'Not again', he thought. Feeling exasperated, he deftly reached for his live hand grenade and aptly slapped every last one of them. Apparently this was an adequate deterrent--the discouraged critters began to scurry back toward the swamp, 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 Sears to pick up a 12-pack of gerbils, so he knew he was running late. With a mighty leap, Dixle Normous was out of the Lesta and went wildly jaunting toward Mike Koch's front door. Meanwhile inside, Mike Koch was panicking. Not thinking, he tossed the Holy Grail into a box of dull pencils and then slid the box behind his giraffe. Mike Koch was puzzled but at least the Holy Grail was concealed. The doorbell rang.
'Come in,' Mike Koch scandalously purred. With a skillful push, Dixle Normous opened the door. 'Sorry for being late, but I was being chased by some stupid self-righteous ass in a homemade car,' he lied. 'It's fine,' Mike Koch assured him. Dixle Normous took a seat about two saucy furlongs from where Mike Koch had hidden the Holy Grail. Mike Koch yawned trying unsuccessfully to hide his nervousness. 'Uhh, can I get you anything?' he blurted. But Dixle Normous was distracted. Ever so extemperaneously, Mike Koch noticed a clueless 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 potatos 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 aggressively 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 seconds. 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 funny-smelling, 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. With fist clenched and teeth gnashed, 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 eleven 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 fingernail 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 relieved, God smote the Dragons for their injustice. Then He got in His curb-jumping ghetto sled (Impala) and zipped away with the fortitude of one million South American hissing sloths running from a enormous pack of disease-carrying chipmunks. Dixle Normous tripped with joy when he saw this. His Holy Grail was safe. It was a good thing, too, because in eight minutes his favorite TV show, Contest of Seats, was going to come on (followed immediately by 'When long-haired sea monkeys meet contraceptive'). Dixle Normous was giddy. And so, everyone except Mike Koch and a few rusty razor blade-toting Indonesian devil cats lived blissfully happy, forever after.