Attack of the Flaming Moustaches

Suddenly. Moustaches. Thousands of them. Flaming moustaches. With ninja swords. Flaming ninja swords. And they have cat launching bazookas. Radioactive cat launching bazookas. Flaming radioactive cat launching bazookas. They came. Out of nowhere. In the middle of the night. It was not light out. It was dark. Really dark. And everything was sleeping. Cheese, noodles, people, places, things, gigantic albino acid spitting advarks.

So they came, out of nowhere, into our villages, towns, and cities. Into our states, counrties, and continents, suddenly. Moustaches. Thousands of them. Flaming moustaches. With flaming ninja swords and flaming radioactive cat launching bazookas. The killed lots of things. Thousands of things. People, places, things, dogs, cats, digital cameras. All of them. Dead.

It was like a massacre. A flaming, radioactive, cat flying massacre. With moustaches. Who would save us? Who would rid the world. Of moustaches wich are on fire? Who? I will tell you who. But first you gotta give me a panda made out of bamboo and cheese dip. Ok then. So as I was saying. The man who saved us was...................Turtle Man! Que Turtle Man song!

Turtle Man! A turtle. But also a man! He is, Turtle Man. Is he not. Turtley enough. For the Turtle Club??

And so, Turtle Man deafeated legions of flaming moustaches armed with falming ninja swords and flaming radioactive cat launching bazookas. He killed them all with his sheer awsomeness. And his ability to stop time by thinking about grapefruits. And when the time was stopped, he killed all the moustaches. Thousands of them. Flaming moustaches. With ninja swords. Flaming ninja swords. And they had cat launching bazookas. Radioactive cat launching bazookas. Flaming radioactive cat launching bazookas. In the dark. With one arm behind his back. And a pencil stuck in his throat. It was cool.