...you know, i like the quietness of this place,

(he says, wile sailing a steam boat across a dirt sand desert[like in the mojave] with all the bells and wistles you can pack onto it, so every inch forward is acompanied by a sound)

maybe after i send that palooka packin, i can bring some of my guys and goils over here with me.

 ..yeah...

(after awile demons hear the boat and run after to atack it)

oh!...(turns towards you) they look hungry,..i guss it's a clish'e, but (turns towards his followers) WHO WANTS PIE?

(the boat opens up to reveil a catapult filled with bannana cream, key-lime- and pecan pie)

....FIRE!(the load is released, almost exclusivly into the demons's faces)

THWAP-THWAP-THWAPTHWAPTHWAP

(causing them to fall over)

(he turns it around and begins talking to the demons)

AHOY THERE MATIES!

[one of the demons]...GODD@ME MOTHERF*%KING $^!TEATER, WHO THE H@LL ARE YOU, AND WHAT IS THIS DELISIOS WHITE STUFF ON MY FACE?!

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[Al]( just turns his head towards you with a "srlsy" face)....(turns back towards the irrate redskin and lepordprint fan) my name is albert, but you can call me al, and that is-(swipes finger across the demon's face and tasts it) banana-cream pie.

[demon].....WHY ARE YOU HERE, YOU LOON!

[al]..oh my thanks for the compliment, but i gotta deal with some palooka called damon kong or somthing silly like that.

[the demon] YOU MEAN THE DEMON KING?!, KILL HIM

(they all begin climbing the sides of the boat)

[al]..oh, dear, this is quite the kurfuffle,..well a'lle ask them for directions later,

(he gets into a boxing position, and puts up his dukes, wile the demons get onto the deck, and run at him)

(many a rubberchicken lost there lives that day, as well as that one horn that we dare not say what happened to it) 

( there was almost a visable large cloud of dust)

(the scuffle go's on untill the buckets of paint are knocked open and spills all over the demons, the sucubus turning into a sexy toon in a bakini and a figure that would make any cartoonaphile's eyes pop, a stocky female cow demon into a short pretty toon with a one peice dress, small horns jutting out of a short hairstyle on a round face and boots, the one that looks most like how youd think a demon to look: shrinks and is now holding a pitchfork, wile the one that looks like sin incarnet: became pokadot, with it's tenticles striped the same pink and light blue, and the one that looks like a pig got clothes: a shirt that has a picture of bacon on it, overalls, and a hat)

[s.r.impy in a squeeky voice] what happened to us, i look rediculous!..grrrr(he pokes the others with his pitchfork)

[jessy bell, the toonified sucubus]..well,(rubs herself all-over to feel) i kinda like it, alot more firm but flexible.

[buttermilk, the cowy toon]......i do too,.OH, i just spoke, i can speak!

[hammy]....i suddenly have an appitite*snort*(plops down)

(sqwerm is silent)

[al] anyone for golf?

(they all nonshalontly agree)

( they end up golfing)

( it ends in disaster)