The Journey of Francis and the Neatherlands
Chapter One: Francis has an idea
It was a warm brisk day in the park. Francis and his buddy Jim were strolling about contently. Earlier they had had a snack of tea and crumpets. Francis never really liked Jim's crumpets, but Francis would never have the heart to tell him. It was almost a quarter to eleven, and they were about to turn home, when all of a sudden, out of the blue, with no prior notice, and no one could have reasonably determined what Francis's action would be by observing any previous event, Francis shouted "LUTS GAO TWO TEM NDEERLANDS!!!!!!11111one+eleven=catfish1111!!!!". So off to the the Netherlands they went.
Chapter Two: Francis can't go to the Netherlands cause he's a stupid f******* idiot
But then Francis suddenly realized an unfortunate truth. "O KNOESW JEIM!!*(*)&^(&* WHEE HAVS KNIOT UNY MONESSS!!!!!!!!42" He exclaimed. Jim looked at him in shock. But then Francis remembered that he had spent all the money on Doritos bags and screwdrivers, for some reason that he could not remember. But then Francis remembered: he's a f*********dumbass.
Chapter Three: Francis and Jim attempt to open a can of tuna
The tuna can won.
Chapter Four: Why am I still writing this? It's not gonna get on the front page anyway
I don't know why. That might be something you should take up with your psychologist/therapist/god.
Chapter Five: Thank you
Thank you, truly, for answering that question. It really is a shame that i will have to harvest your organs when my species invades your planet.
Chapter Six: Jesus It's been along time since I've been on this site
It has hasn't it.
Chapter Seven: Francis and Jim are in the Netherlands
Francis and Jim had finally arrived in the Netherlands, via methods that the writer cannot be asked to explain. Francis and Jim stared at the Wondrous Beauty that surrounded them. Everywhere they looked a soft and delicate winter wonderland welcomed there weary, tired eyes. But then Francis and Jim were eaten by a Polar which they didn't notice because they were too busy looking for snow. The poor bastards failed to realize that they were up their necks in snow. Maybe that's why they couldn't see it: they weren't able to look down.
Chapter Eight: Now we wait for someone to come along and continue this story and make up some ridiculous reason as to why Francis and Jim are not yet dead in the Netherlands
I'm waiting...