Word count: 568 | Completed:Yes | Style: Dramatically insane | Fandom: Shaun Micallef

The anesthetic was taking. Despite himself, Shaun crossed his eyes before falling unconscious. Big mistake.

Suddenly he was falling through what appeared to be the inside of an old yellow jug. A very big jug that was singing about tatare sauce and pregnant ducks. Landing on a suspiciously 30-degree-ish angle, he wondered what the hell was going on. The jug melted into a cloud, on which two grinning possibly female idiots were sitting.

"YAY! 30 degree angle for the knees!" Yelled the one with the incredibly silly hat.
"Weee!" Replied the other, who had rather big shoes. As they both descended from the cloud, but landed back where they started, in a floaty whirl of round floating things, Shaun grew a tail like a kangaroos and, as he was strangely compelled to, sat down on it. Obligingly it turned into an armchair.

"Shaun Micallef, you are hereby reprimanded in our most reprimanding capacity of reprimand, as you should be reprimanded henceforth to remember this reprimand, as we are the reprimanding reprimanders of the reprimanding department of reprimand insanity, a subsidiary of U-Move-It-INK, so we must reprimand you." They both began to chant, whirling around in what could either be a dance or an impersonation of the fundamental systems of a hydraulic machine.

"What for?" asked a very confused and reprimanded Shaun.
"You've gone over the legal limit of funny jokes, as decreed by the holy Xavier-clucking hat of Laplapland. Explained the one with the silly hat, molting all over her yellow tracksuit.
"Laplapland?!?" Shaun was becoming more and more uncomfortable. Whether this was due to the fact the armchair had turned into a dragon called Ekkle or not is still being debated by a few small shrews who belong to a silly cult.
"Its actually short for Bing," helpfully put in the other girl, trying to avoid getting her fellow reprimanders hair on her coat.

Shaun was about to say something including a lot of expletive deleateds when a precession of line-dancing zebra and emu interrupted them. One of the emu stopped and turned into a hat almost as silly as one of the reprimanders was wearing. "Ooh look! A hat like mine!" She yelled, pointing to the ex-emu. "Business later, fun now." Sternly said the one with the big shoes, jumping down off the cloud and landing in a pot of chocolate moose, whose antler promptly fell off.

"Ahh yes. That." The silly hat one muttered and fell off the cloud in a quite amazing flurry of limbs, landing on another ex-emu who was currently a bottle of springwater.
"Hello, I'm Someone." Said the one with the big shoes.
"Hello, I'm Someone Else," Said the other, standing on one leg and waving. "But only on Mondays. Otherwise Im Someone Entirely Different." Poor Shaun made to run away at this, but found that the dragon was made out of flypaper and he was stuck.

"I'm afraid were going to have to eat you." Said Someone.
"Whats there to be afraid of?" Asked Someone Else.
"He might give us tummy trouble, and you know what happened last time."
Someone Else looked blank for a minute.
"Nope, can't remember."
"Nor can I, and that cant be a good thing." They both paused and looked at Shaun.
"We could always poke him with a long stick until he wakes up," Suggested Someone.
"Good idea!" Enthused Someone Else, but that's another story.

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