Paul: I got you a Whopper and fries from Burger King.
Kyle: Food!!!!
Paul: Yeah.
Kyle: Food!!!! Food!!! Food!!!! Food!!!
Paul: Enough! Now eat!
Kyle: Food!!!! Food!!!! Food!!!! Food!!!
Phillip: Why does he keep repeating himself? *plays Checkers with Arthur*
Arthur: I don't know. Checkmate!
Phillip: Doh!
Kyle: Food!!!! Food!!! Food!!!! Food!!!!
Lewis: Irish accent* What is wrong with that lad?
Paul: Not sure. Get me some detergent!
Lewis: *gives Paul some Tide detergent*
Paul: *whacks Kyle with a cartoon mallet*
Kyle: *out cold with cartoon stars floating above him, and his tongue sticking out*
Paul: Anyone want his Whopper and fries?
Lewis: *Irish accent* I'll eat it, lad.
Paul: Enjoy, Lewis!
Lewis: *takes a bite of Kyle's Whopper*
Paul: *puts Kyle in the washing machine, and the detergent, then a lit cartoon bomb, and slams the machine lid shut, and puts it on machine wash hot*
Washing Machine: *operating, and the bomb explodes nonstop from inside, but doesn't do any damage*
Stella: Isn't Kyle gonna get blown up to smithereens? *worried*
Paul: No.
This story was written on Saturday, April 29th, 2023.
A/N Kyle is acting all awkward! He wasn't always like this! Hmm! 🤔 Don't be a silent reader. Please leave feedback. Thanks.
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