Storytelling - Midnight. Madness. Part 3

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This is an installment of a story made up and performed live on air, by me. Part 3 of 3, with the other parts coming soon.

Contains Thematic Material, which may not be suitable for children...But it is funny.

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English

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Young Adult (18-35)

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12 o'clock the witching hour. You know what that means? It's midnight, and it's time for the midnight madness. So here we go. The exciting conclusion. The finale to this three part epic. Last time Superman and Batman found Cheech and Chunk Secret. Holistic hideout. There they found Spider Man, an unusual visitor to this place. Now they've been surrounded by the D A. And taken off to jail. What will they do now? Find out you've been here for a while, Superman. You might be super, but not even you can withstand the kryptonite. Yeah, yes. Uh, but as for you, Batman, regular cell will do for you alongside you and your buddies. Spider Man making webs in a corner. I see. Yeah. Get you. Not likely. You'll be in here for a while now. I've got some doughnuts toe eat or something. Kirk. Oop! What? What are you doing? What? Didn't you see my movies? I can shoot out some web and then just pull as hard as I can. Your sweet, sweet freedom way. Damn! I didn't think they would have the alarms on the walls to you. Get Superman out. I'll get the twins and weed man. After a daring escape from federal prison, Our heroes confer back it. Cheech and Chong's place with. At least they didn't destroy this police due to the licenses. Know that just doesn't make sense yet everything. His licenses were in order and nothing was out of place. How did the D a find out about this? Well, who else knew that you had a place here, Cheech and or Chong? Where? Only a few people, man. I mean, we've Mangwon and you'll drive or another. Wait, wait, wait, wait. That might be it. I just thought of something. A month or two ago, there was this shady fellow who asked me a bunch of questions about you. Superman. He said his name was decks stupor, and he was very bald. Wait a minute. Bulb decks. Stupor. Damn, It must been Lex Luther in a very poor disguise. And aliases. Well, if he knows where this place is, then that means that we know you're in there. Don't these guys ever give up? Meanwhile, outside. All right. Looks at the deal. You've told us where to get these faux heroes and their drug A friends. We get you out of federal Pound me in the *** Prison? Yeah, there inside. All right. They always return to the scene of a crime. You Well, touche. Alright, scheduled a sign these papers and woo military grade flame throwers. Bob! Bob, what are you doing? What do you think I'm doing? We're taking out the superheroes, so I'm gonna be the next one. You call me Pyro, We Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Good God! They're burning the place to the ground. Them. We've got to get out of here. Hold a man is might not be such a bad thing. You know what I mean? What, are you crazy? He's right. We should step out back and let the flames do the talking. You see? What did I tell you? The flames engulfing the grow room full of pounds and pounds of this stuff. What stuff? Oh, you'll see. Hey! Ah! Hey, Bob, Do you Ah, do you feel a little lighter? Yeah, and I suddenly don't have a desire to burn and destroy things anymore, but instead have been given a profound appreciation for all living things around me and my fingers. Who have you ever seen fingers thing. Oh, there they are. There they go. There, you see? What did I tell you Now? It will be much more receptive to our dialogue and that they were, as their situations were explained to the DEA officers, they were given a full pardon by the D, A captain under one condition that all of the DEA officers that it either wandered off, fell asleep or just didn't care anymore be put into squad cars. And in an instant, Superman had done just that. Well, it looks like that. Is that weed man babysat. Eva. Cheech, John. Pleasure working with you. I am, uh, sorry about your house, though. It don't worry about it, man. With movie deals we had in the eighties and all the ancillary markets, like, you know, you know, glass and like, accepting T shirts and stuff. We're fine. You ever need. Ah, if you ever up in Detroit and need a place, make sure to look us up, man. Great piece. I will. Thank you. We'd man. Seems I had you figured out all wrong. Well, most people do. But now that you've seen or inhale the light, perhaps you and your counterparts will not be so quick to judge in the future, that's for sure. I've got to get back soon. Alfred made steak. Yeah, Same for me. I got a hot date with Mary Jane. Yeah, me too. Whatever. You know what I mean? Sorry if I was being too blunt for you. Hey. All right, all right. Enough with the jokes until we meet again. You guys a weird Ah, Cheech and Chong go. I think they went up in smoke year Too much. You're just too much, Superman. Well, as for me, another night of crime in Metropolis commences with a real criminals, the rapists, the meth dealers and mafioso types. Ah, hey. Ah, Here's a little something for your trouble. Thanks. I'll take care of that night. Well, ladies, the TVA looks like we've got our own parties to save the man to bring down intellectuals to entertain and some of Carl Sagan's cosmos toe watch. Come on. It's the Galaxy episode tonight. We'd mad away in my 1989 Honda Civic. Um, moral of this story, only you can prevent forest and or house fires, don't play with military grade flame throwers. And also he's really not that bad for you. I mean, Carl Sagan did it, and he knows what he's talking about more madness right now.

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