CHAOS WAS TRAMPLING the city. Squirrels were everywhere. Tackling humans, nibbling people's hair, and chasing cats (they love getting revenge). Some guys were out with shotguns, rifles, and shovels. They had terrible aim and they were getting overrun. The Squirrel Queen sat on her throne, watching it on her 1000000000 inch tv. "YES! WE WILL WIN! WE WILL CONQUER THE WORLD!"  She said with her Canadian accent. Then a Faerie came over and whispered in her ear. "SOREY ABOOT THAT. BUT WHY DO YOU PITY 'IM?" She was talking about the man that started the squirrel stopping (haha. That sounds funny). They had captured him, and he was getting tickled to death by faeries. They are more scary than you think. "AHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!" The man (named Robert) laughed.
"I MIGHT LET YOU GO, MATE." She said with her British accent. "IF YOU SAY 'SORRY FOR KILLING THE SQUIRRELS'."
"Sorry," said Robert, "for killing the-haha-squirrels....HAHAHA."
"THAT'LL DO." Said the Squirrel queen, who didn't like killing. "FAERIES, LET HIM GO." If you haven't noticed, she yells all the time.

After that, the Squirrel queen thought that everything was over. She had won. "YES. DAS GOOD. NICE." She told her Squirrel hair-do-ers-who was massaging her head-with her German accent.
"Ma'am," said a trusted Faerie adviser, "those darned men are still shooting the squirrels."
"VHAT?!" Said the Squirrel Queen, who switched back to her Russian accent (she does that when she's mad). "VE MUST KILL EEM!!! BRING OUT DA DEMON SQUIRRELS!!!"
"But Ma'am, that's liable to kill EVERY human."
"I DON'T CARE! DAS PEOPLE VILL DIE!"
"Yes, Ma'am."

Robert had gotten more men and was wrestling down the Squirrels when the Demon Squirrels came. They were ten feet tall, and about twelve feet wide....yeah...they were fat. Now, you're thinking, but Miss Greasy, even if Robert is losing, he'll still win because he's the main character. There's no surprise there!  Well, you have no idea. Pick-C is the main character. DUH!!!
So, before you stop reading 'cause I was mean...BAM! It wasn't a gun....but a........
GIANT CAT!!! The Squirrels ran in terror. All the men turned around to be ran over by a giant cat that was-twenty feet tall and about thirty feet of soft fur-chasing the Squirrels. A Lady stepped out of the smoke. "Hello, dears." She had a rough voice, which clashed with her appearance. She had soft skin, tall robes, that looked soft, and her crown was drooping down because of it's softness. "I hate squirr-ack!" Her voice cracked. "Ehem, I hate squirrels. I am the Queen of Soft Cats!" She beamed.
"Uh," Robert mumbled, "your highness, I uh....you....thanks...?" His voice was about as soft as a Chinook and it was still softer then the Queen of Soft Cats.
"Really," She groveled. "All men are soo weird around me."
"I wouldn't know...why." 

"IE, WHO IZ THAT?!" The Squirrel Queen asked her Squirrel-dog with her Irish accent. The Squirrel-Dog stared at her. "HAHA! I HAV A WONDEERFUL IDEA!" She beamed at her Squirrel-Dog.

The giant cat was running back. "Oh darrrlink!" the Queen of Soft cats scraped. "You've come ba-" She was run over by her cat running  away.  "What are you doin-" Her groveling was stopped by the chaser running her over. It was a tiny Squirrel-Dog yipping and chasing the Soft cat. "SQUIRRELS GET BEAT UP BY CATS, AND CATS GET BEAT UP BY DOGS!!" The Squirrel Queen's Voice sounded like a roller coaster yet somehow The Queen of soft cats' was worse.
"You...I'll-" C-Pick (which was her name) Said.
"DO WHAT?" Said Pick-C, with her French accent. "I AM STRONGER!!!" 

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A.T I dunno what is happening. I'm just writing.

AND SAMUEL BURCHAM!!! I STILL DON'T HAVE A STINKING COVER!!! Please?