The Insane Blatherings, (Purposefully) Forgotten Tales of the land of Morcia

The flat out most bizarre piece of writing in the KOTOS roster, and possibly ever.
"Well! What are we waiting
for?" Piped up Peragrine. "Let's go!"
And so, with certain choice
pleasantries and goodbyes and farewells and bewares and good lucks, the guests
were shown to the front door and shown out...
Right into the hands of Mr. Noodle. . . And Mr Noodles brother, Mr.
noodle.
Mr. Noodle's brother, Mr noodle, lifted
up a old, notty hand, which held a small fishbowl and in the fishbowl, was a
fish, which swam around a small old fashioned artillery cannon.
Peragrine ducked low.
A second later the cannon fired- -  Bubbles.
Right after that, things happened very
expediently.
·        
Mr. Noodle revealed a real hand
cannon at his waist, and aimed it at Stirling,
·        
who socked Mr. Noodle's brother Mr
noodle on the face,
·        
who understandably dropped the
fishbowl, and began to yodel.
·        
Peragrine caught the fshbowl, (since he
was down there...)
·        
Mr Noodles brother, Mr noodle's
yodeling skills (or lack thereof) succeded in cracking the glass of the
fishbowl,
·        
and Mr noodle fired the hand
cannon, at waist hight, sortof, "gunslinger" mode
·        
which shot a dozen or so corks
at the Fishbowl which was at the same hight finished the job, obliterating
the glass fishbowl.
·        
And then, a well thrown shoe aimed at
Mr Noodle's Noodle knocked the nut unconscious. Perry looked back.
Bethany was now one shoe short, but was
wearing a satisfied grin.
Mr Noodle's brother, Mr noodle, now
mostly moaning, began to get up, but Stirling tacked him back to the ground.
Then he realized that the Brother was no longer fighting back. Mr Noodle's
brother, Mr noodle was looking past him. Stirling followed his gaze.
The fish from the fishbowl was lying
amongst the shards of it's former home,
       gasping . . .
                                
flapping . . . ''
                                                     
             drying
. . . .                                                             
                     
                W a i t i n g.
Mr Noodles brother, Mr noodle, reached out, mouthing the words, "Dorothy,
Dorothy,"
Stirling got off of his opponent, allowing him to rise,
as Peragrine knelt down to pick up 'Dorothy', but was brusquely repelled by Mr.
Noodles brother, Mr. noodle, who tenderly and lovingly picked up the fish from
the bits of glass, and began to caress it, even so gently.
Peragrine, after watching a moment, frantically fished into his
backpack, and pulled out a bottle of water.
Seeing where Peragrine was going, Stirling quickly unlooped
a saucepan from his pack, and tossed it to Perry, who caught it with ease borne
of a critical need, a time restraint. . .     
He poured the bottled water into the sausepan, then showed
it to Mr Noodles brother, Mr noodle, who was openly weeping.
Peragrine proffered the pan
to the brokenhearted man,
Who put the fish,
into the dish,
Spiced it up. 
and ate it!
Like sushi.
Everyone stood aghast while Mr Noodles brother, Mr noodle
wiped his mouth with a hanky.
The first to recover was . . . Mr Noodle. . . Who saw
the broken fishbowl and then his brother wiping his lips with a hanky.
.  .  .  It is
understandable that he howled with rage and the both of them went over the hill
and through the dale in a matter of seconds. Leaving us with no more and no
less than what we had when we stepped off the porch with the visitors. Just one
less bottle of water, and a whole lotta wasted letters. Bother! Retry.
Perry proffered the pan,
To the brokenhearted man,
Who put the fish,
Into the dish,
Made a wish,
Gave it a swish,
And suddenly Bam!
He garnished it with a ham.
Hmm. Not quite.
One last
try!
Perry proffered the pan,
To the brokenhearted man,
Who put the fish,
Into the dish
Held his breath,
For fear of the death,
Of his fishy friend,
Which he considered an
indefinite lend,
From his fellow,
The dark hunter, ELMO.
Would this final link
To the old days of slink (-ing)
Fail, and chink?
No! Dorothy lives!
What joy! What bliss!
That certainly was a near miss.
Look Mr. Noodle,
Come, look at this!
Though your shot was true,
And was cause to be blue,
We can safely say 
That its all worked out someway!
Hip hip hurray!
Let us dance! Let us sway!
Let's all say:
Long live the fish!
Long live the fish!
Long live the-*Squish.*
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