Mr. Munchy Goes Camping
By: Kyle Angel
Mr. Munchy had finally pitched his tent in the State Park, when he heard the sounds of voices
coming from the next campsite. Venturing away from his camp, he peered through the bushes to
see a bunch of young men laughing, drinking and having a good time. Watching them,
Mr. Munchy grinned, as he heard his stomach grumble. "Yeah, they look tasty enough to eat!"
Mr. Munchy went through the bushes to the next campsite, where he proceeded to join the young
men. One of the guys who resembled Pavel Bure with a goatee invited Mr. Munchy to sit down
with them. With a beer in his right hand and a marshmallow stick in the other, Mr. Munchy was
having a great time watching these guys drink themselves silly.
After a few beers swallowed and three whole bags of marshmallows, Mr. Munchy was growing
weary. "Hey, guys!" Mr. Munchy, "I am hungry, so do you have anything to eat?"
The guy who looked like the hockey player stood up and walked to Mr. Munchy. Taking his right
hand, he felt along Mr. Munchy's lips, then he patted Mr. Munchy's belly. "The only thing that
would satisfy you, man, is a cow!"
Mr. Munchy smiled, then said, "Nah, cows don't satisfy me, but guys, like you, do!" He looked
around to see the guys looking directly at him. All of them were drunk. Mr. Munchy grabbed a
hold of the guy in front of him, then felt the guy's belly. "I can eat all of you, up!"
The men laughed, then said, "Prove it!"
With their permission, Mr. Munchy thrusted the guy into his mouth and swallowed him. Mr.
Munchy struggled up, as he could feel the guy trying to get out of his belly. Burping, he walked
towards the other guys, "Well, does anyone want to join him?"
None of the guys volunteered, so Mr. Munchy shrugged his shoulders, then headed towards his
camp. "I will be back!" He told them before he left.