It was a sunny day in Boogabooville,with all of the little Boogaboos running around having fun smoking reefer,doing arts and crafts,playing guitar and having sexual interactions in the meadow.
Today the Princess Zora Pratt was picking daffodils with her royal cuties,the Thingamabob Chicks,and the skies swirled purple scarlet and angels blew trumpets in the clouds.
"Look at that beautiful flower,Princess,"said a green dwarf with a red beard and orange suit from Macy's."It's a unique species of flora.I'll wager you never had something like that on your bedside table.Just imagine the sweet nothings it will induce in your mind as you sleep.You should pick it."
The dwarf was indeed a strange looking fellow,what his peace signs and love beads around his kneck.
Probably from Greenwich Village,she thought.
Coffee house beatniks weren't uncommon around the Meadows of Magic Wand Land,but this one in particular she had never seen before.
"Well, I suppose there's no harm in doing just that,"said Zora Pratt,"after all I am a Princess of the Realm and I can whatever I please.Hold my golden hour glass so I can scamper down there and retrieve it."
"Just so,"said the green dwarf.
The flower in question lay at the bottom of a deep hill a few hundred yards away from the groove grounds of frolic and ner'doell.
It was a Black Narcissistic Petal,the last remnant of the World Before.
In a sudden loud clap of thunder,the Dark Dork of Zendar,none other than the little green dwarf from Greenwich Village, revealed himself in all his terrible power.
Every one of the little Boogaboo people threw themselves down in the grass in terror.
"Ha Ha, I have you now, Princess,"he cried in triumph, grabbing her by the wrist.
In his flying saucer drawn by coal black dragons the Dark Dork of Zendar pushed a button and a pair of red lips swallowed them into another part of space far,far away.
The hills and the mountains and the sparkling water of the Eternal Sea resounded with her cries.From far away in the Golden Spires of Crack City,the Space Legion saw the abduction signal light up on the radar screen and knew that dark days were afoot.
There was no other choice but to call their best secret agent.
No,not that one.
We are talking about her hippie cousin,the one who joined a commune and has dealings with Gypsies.
Bumbarella.
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