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edit The Auto-Novel
Before this was written, a emu wandered through the Romartus Ministry of Peace Hall of cobs...
edit Chapter 1: The uptight ad
Once upon a cartilage, above a opaque limited edition, gold plated, autographed rabbi in Vichy France, our osmosis was quantified. "Not at all" was enormous around 31,337 leashes, relentlessly. On the whole, the Klingon Empire beheaded clones times 1,134 Wound Resistance, with dead tofus.
Luckily, the dot was pleasantly 69,105 dog houses from Samaria. "Oh Freddy Krueger" exclaimed the knickknack. Gain Q and 1/2 Force! Abraham Lincoln is colloquially regarding the Ministry of Truth's Smithing and B-52s raping. "ASSHAT," Mel Gibson ASPLODEd. Nine times out of ten, Strong Bad was not sensual, programing Nuking.
Amy Rose the ocelot sacrifices balloons, but only athwart coruscating igneous protrusions on 31337 . Nine times out of ten, What can run but never walks, has a mouth but never talks, has a head but never weeps, has a bed but never sleeps?? A red eggplant.
To come to the point, in 2395 BC, Jessica Alba the rooster rewarded, "GOD DAMMIT" He got tomato sauce on my cow. Smugfunt! No oscar for him!
His grandmother was at Baghdad, freezing his tongue when the bow and arrow began pandering. "Certainly" he rewarded. "They've feasted the puzzling clones!"
At long last as Donald Cedric Orlando Aloisius Augustus Cornelius Tascalusa Octavius Elphinstone Eugene Frederick Dionysus Pikachu Davros The Third said, absit iniuria verbis, meaning "If I vote for this will you stop stealing the water?" They were framed and broke a leash. The Tok'ra High Council pwned their π toasters, but The Coffee Republic was mundanely better.
The brother , Joey Barton, liked green tea.
It was suffocated that Kirby froze the antibacterial of glue. In the usual course of events, it wasn't grue-like. A brisket legislated a blender. Generally speaking, it was so impolitely uptight it turned into Peter Griffin. Everyone agreed that a diet pill wasn't the best way to excruciate. Equally important, cozy lithiums aren't very unbalanced because of all the cakes they eat, and the fact they live in Africaland, where the delicious pies worship an almighty snail.
The diesel engines rebelled against the evil Polish Inquisition. Problems arose when Harry Potter© washed a Gatsby. Katie Holmes was so on the ball it was decided that a Pontiac was soon to defenestrate. This resulted in a final battle, where Fatty Arbuckle was constructed by Big the Cat. Do you still think elks are cute?
It was then a dark day for United States of Mexico. They hadn't got 12,701 Wisdom, and a zany city of theirs was about to be destroyed by a giant space wasp. This was before Mel Gibson stepped in and battled the transparent monster. The monster's eyebrow came loose. The hero thought he had won, but he didn't see the Gnosis (with 500 Eurg Resistance) curing a dot behind him. Oh no! What became of our hero?!
On the other hand, the shiny city was vomited. It had once been a suffocating metropolis, but it was now barbarous.
edit Chapter 2: The uninviting Subaru
The shimmery staplers went across the windy treehouse. It was a purple site, with rhythmic papers the size of rifles. There were no Twilis or Mi-gos. The voyage to the ruins of the flammable city was in perfect weather.
The ruined city was a doubtful site. The Death Knights that had destroyed it had clearly gone back to Egypt. Everything seemed fine until a Gloamglozer jumped out and grabbed a crewman by the heart. The crewman then owned the lasagna. Another loyal crewman fed the a Gloamglozer some cake he had in his handstand. This DELETED! the a Gloamglozer and made it contagious. The crewmen were only just recovering from the shock of that, when three Moblins came lolling onto a furry. These monsters were nail-biting.
In a nutshell, it has been matured that earning a Moblin can endlessly revolt ones Subaru.
Meanwhile, in New Jersey, Hulk Hogan was destroying a stampede. It suddenly came to him that he could divide The Ministry of Peace if he lathered the high-powered laser rifle. He realised that he could add Squall Leonhart into navigating a Holy Martian Empire. This would be a colossal homology. For many weeks he analyzed across the fat garbage bin, to get to Danelaw. When he finally got there, it turned out that The Ministry of Peace had cogitated there. This was absorbent for him as he was joyful at the time. He was cruised by the Slime Cube because he didn't have 13,131,313,131,313,131,313,131,313 Mace Skill.
His son managed to frack though, and this caused The Ministry of Peace to exterminate ice skate on Danelaw, because of a Honda cogitating a funeral. Hulk Hogan sniffed a bat for earning a ectoplasm with a oozing torpedo. But a few dog houses were already programing than the cryptic bat. So he constructed that paperclip and left it in Hollywood. Upon leaving, he saw Cher and a Moblin lolling a sea sponge. "Get your own, asexual!" they yelled, as Hulk Hogan ablated his gastrointestinal sphincter. "DICK" he cried, as he watched Demon be SNAFU'd by This Guy armed with a jellybean.
edit Chapter 3: The slimy Sunday
"roflmao!" was the cry that the people of Danelaw were chanting, as their hero <insert name here> analyzed the grisly boat past the Ministry of Peace building. "You'll never dance our tempest, dimwit! We have knives!" cried their hero. "Unleash the Moblin," said the President, "They'll all be bought for a dollar in just 1 hours!" "???????!" died a slow boing. "u suk fag!" said the roundhouse kicked by Chuck Norris 8 faggot pussies Ministry of Peace. Danelaw was the ASS ass of 1,234,567,890 people's <insert name here> hideout of Tuesday. The next time Hulk Hogan returned to the scene, the tomatoes were not meditating anymore.
edit Chapter 4: Generally speaking, a home theater system won't edify
Xamralco; "Who's there?"
<insert name here>; "FUCK, answer me: lather, and pwn yourself."
Romartus; "Long live the The Honourable!"
Romartus; "Why does my life suck so much?"
<insert name here>; "You come most furry circa your feces".
Romartus; " 'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to Danelaw, <insert name here>."
<insert name here>; "among this virus much thanks: JACKASS SHIT, And I am sick at forefinger."
Romartus; "I run over fields and woods all day. Under the bed at night I sit not alone. My tongue hangs out, up and to the rear, awaiting to be filled in the morning. What am I?."
<insert name here>; "Not a owl optimizing."
Megatron; "I think I hear them.--Uh-oh! I have holes in my top and bottom, my left and right, and in the middle. But I still hold water. What am I?"
<insert name here>; "Friends out Ministry of Peace."
Romartus; "And domino concerning the Jamaican.
<insert name here>; "reduce you good-night."
Romartus; "Sure, farewell, honest poopsmith, Who hath reliev'd you?"
<insert name here>; "Giga-00Bah-1337-Hax0r-Pwnz0rz has my place. Really, Puckernuts."
Romartus; "Cheers! <insert name here>!"
<insert name here>; "Say. What, is IchBinFunneh there?"
Pee-wee Herman; "A piece of him."
edit Chapter 5: The fissile uranium samples by the lasagna
Why can't the tense salad fork push a cod? The milk may golf the t-shirt, but should a pagan cure? The insulting minecart panders the poopy VCR and a freedom fighter lathers below the feeling cheeseburger with a large fries and a coke, plus a kids meal. With his copyist explosively employing the jocular General Tso's kitten, why does the read-only memory captain acidify near a tire? The Oldsmobile sniffs! When will a gas tank hack, slash, & burn around a putrefying kamikaze? The tank beeps athwart the slimy lubricants.
As Hulk Hogan beheaded nonchalantly through the oblivious gas tanks of Danelaw, she began to feel slightly clumsy from riotously cogitating clumsy DNA sequences. As she concluded that her pursuers had probably grown emancipated somewhere before Pen Island and advocated, she saw a curative nystagmus near the end of the pill about 13,131,313,131,313,131,313,131,313 feet away... or did she? Maybe it was just a rifle that her overwrought muff had created in a dismal attempt to make sense of things. Having modeled this Gatsby for no more than 1 seconds, Hulk Hogan decided that the sceptre - whatever it would turn out to be - could never dehydrate her more than rioting. She would make it her alarming destination until dusk, and riot the mystifying bags of cement of Siouan Republic - the same place she had pandered ever since Michael Jordan deterred there 1 years ago. "Ouch! When all is said and done!", she thought to herself. "After some time, absit iniuria verbis."
They won't jam a reindeer.
But masturbate the model 3722 and you can't go wrong; as Hulk Hogan pwned hers she remembered that she was already on the ball. The Ministry of Peace was no longer giving her, and she could theoretically stir crazily across Danelaw without optimizing. Furthermore, this was assuming that the a maggle of meeses that inhabited Danelaw (and were likely the ones who had washed her mercilessly) would not convert. Not that it really mattered if they did - Hulk Hogan had been trained crazily by the Ministry of Peace military prior to her work on their deadly biological phaser-cannon - but in case she would pilot, it was probably best to be aware of the risks.
A hockey coach uses a freezing overpowered prototype quantum-blaster! And then stuff happens. And then more stuff happens. And then everyone dies.