"Howdy, y'all! What's doing?" joked Mr. Crumble in an Australian accent.
''Harrumph,'' copied Ms. Stink. ''So, what should we do now?'' She asked breaking the silence.
"How am I supposed to know? Its hard to think when I'm being sat on. I mean there is that strange thing coming at us at a very high speed," cried Mr. Crumble, now very impatient.
''Nothing much, just chillin' with my new job at the Spreader Co. How are you doing?'' announced Ms. Stink.
"Well, I'm doing fine, except the fact that your kind of sitting on me," complained Mr. Crumble.
"Well I'm sorry it's not my fault. Just a second ago, I was resting on the big flying saucer minding my own stink, and the next thing I new I was siting on your scratchy behind!" Ms. Stink cried very loudly.
"Harrumph," puffed Mr. Crumble.
"How am I supposed to know? Its hard to think when I'm being sat on. I mean there is that strange thing coming at us at a very high speed," cried Mr. Crumble, now very impatient.
''That's not a strange thing, that is a super strange thing! It's got five carrots sticking out of it!" yelled Ms. Stink, a little confused.
"Okay it's no time to argue, but I think we better do something!"whispered Mr. Crumble in a dramatic tone.
Mr.Crumble tried to jump out of the way with Ms.Stink still on his back. But it was no hope, the strange monster thing had already trapped them in its carrot like cage.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah," they screamed together.
Three seconds later they entered the tunnel of doom and they were never seen again. Well they were seen, but not till the end. They looked different. They felt different. They were in a different place. They were not the same.
Who are we?
