Franisca daintily begins to use her cosmic calculator to quantify her success at biblical bowling but then realizes that this offends the tough bacterium encapsulating her calculator, so she stops. Instead of struggling with the wretched device, she unclogs the factory tubes on schedule to perfect her flaky fudge cooling on the crystal furnace.
She surgically removes a tendril of the sticky goo, two scoops per cubic meter, only to realize that the dark void in her fudge pots indicates a deficit of delicious snow crisps that she purposefully poured into her pot along with the fudge. What could have happened to her successful snow crisp concoction?
Franisca fears she overlooked the surgical petal pumps that conjoin the furnace to the pots. Nevertheless, she decides to go get some more, so ever so deftly, she adorns her gargantuan goat gear and makes the trek to Rodnam Caroo -- home to the twitterbugs and jabberclasps pedalling their prize pumps made of porridge.
Franny purchases two porridge pumps playfully flirting with twitterbug number two who advises her to purloin a third pump from the sightless jabberclasp. She does so then quickly proceeds to the local crank-rockets corner to be catapulted back to her fudge factory. PheZOOO! Off she explosively ejects from her seat, and funny, she lands her insensitive bottom within one of the larger fuming pots only to splatter her mash all over the porcelain floor. Economically-speaking her surplus of goo allows her to heartily chuckle at her landing error without so much of a scoff or a G-ffaw!
Finally Franny unscrews her trick jaw and delightfully consumes a handful of goo --but alas! It still lacks the salty snowflake crisps! Therefore, she proceeds to make them mechanistically with the petal pumps back in place and with a brutal paperback face, she intensely stirs her fine fudge into meatloaf shapes in preparation for tomorrow evenings biblical bowling sua-re'.
She surgically removes a tendril of the sticky goo, two scoops per cubic meter, only to realize that the dark void in her fudge pots indicates a deficit of delicious snow crisps that she purposefully poured into her pot along with the fudge. What could have happened to her successful snow crisp concoction?
Franisca fears she overlooked the surgical petal pumps that conjoin the furnace to the pots. Nevertheless, she decides to go get some more, so ever so deftly, she adorns her gargantuan goat gear and makes the trek to Rodnam Caroo -- home to the twitterbugs and jabberclasps pedalling their prize pumps made of porridge.
Franny purchases two porridge pumps playfully flirting with twitterbug number two who advises her to purloin a third pump from the sightless jabberclasp. She does so then quickly proceeds to the local crank-rockets corner to be catapulted back to her fudge factory. PheZOOO! Off she explosively ejects from her seat, and funny, she lands her insensitive bottom within one of the larger fuming pots only to splatter her mash all over the porcelain floor. Economically-speaking her surplus of goo allows her to heartily chuckle at her landing error without so much of a scoff or a G-ffaw!
Finally Franny unscrews her trick jaw and delightfully consumes a handful of goo --but alas! It still lacks the salty snowflake crisps! Therefore, she proceeds to make them mechanistically with the petal pumps back in place and with a brutal paperback face, she intensely stirs her fine fudge into meatloaf shapes in preparation for tomorrow evenings biblical bowling sua-re'.
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