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This gave the mighty producer with the golden socks and the platinum shirt an idea to create his own clan and start manufacturing silver fake mullets.
 
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An economic collapse shattered their belief in capitalism and brought them new wisdom that as long as everyone had toe jam whether for sock lining, nourishment, facial scrubs or just for throwing about and general horse play then all would live in harmony
 
It was at that point that they realized that the jam was gone from their toes.
 
Well now, the misguided Bogfolk learned a lot from yet another tribulation along their journey to find the land of plentiful Oak sap.
 
With their new found wisdom the Bogfolk left the land of Hollywood with its golden socks and platinum shirts, and once again set out on their journey to find the life sustaining Oak sap.
 
A few recalcitrant geezers protested the aimless wanderings and longed for a return to the cold cushy bog.
 
And then came Shaqie ...
 
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He walked with a short cane, was hunch-backed, and drooled a lot when he tried to speak.
 
Only one of the geezer seers knew that Shaqie was a descendent of Nibbles.
 
Time flew when Mr Turtle was having fun, riding on the back of Rabbit, bouncing, slipping off and getting back on, dodging the nearby schoolboys' random gunshots, clawing at Rabbit's thick wild skin, but this wasn't the first adventure they'd had.
 
For Mr. Rabbit and Mr. Turtle were in love.
 
The mountain clan were a rarely seen strange breed of herbivores that occasionally ate talking crickets.
 
"Oh great, now I am going to be eaten by a dirty human, for God's sake somebody help me, ahhh her teeth are green and it smells like....." screamed a cricket.
 
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There was a sprinkle who inherited a bubblegum flavored popsicle stick manufacturing facility and made a bajillion million dollars, since sprinkles are afforded equal rights due to affirmative sprinkle action in the society of cloud cuckooland.
 
These sprinkle gnomes peeked the curiosity of the mountain cricket clan.
 
Two years later the mountain cricket clan stumble upon mushroom island.
 
There was an unfortunate lack of craft beer on the island, so they had to settle for Bud Light to marinate their morels in.
 
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