Complete and Absolute Chaos

hello. I have basically no idea for what this page will be, other than complete and absolute chaos. it might be a fanfic or a story or a little bit of both. ok bye-bye now, i need to start the whatever the heck this will be.
Bob: la la la
Bobby: li li la la
Wren: shut up
Sky: be nice wren
wren: no
bob: ur mean
bobby: and rude
wren: ur both annoying
coconut: we yay ya ya!
pineapples: *start raining from the sky*
watermelons: *appear and start dancing*
blueberries: *singing* ya ya ya *pause* ya ya ya *pause* gummy bears and lemon drops dancing way up above chimney tops *pause* and nobody is found above the cloooooooouds *pause* and neverseen they all lie theyve definitely been seen theyre sometimes seen theyre sometimes seen theyre sometimes seeeeeeeeeeen
jerry: jerry wants green things to date. jerry does not know why there are not green things. jerry thinks the song being sung is very weird. jerry will go find his girlfriend now. *leaves*
blueberries: *singing* La la la! la la la! daaaa coooow goooooo *very loud* MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! *back to normal* and is very good to eat
antelopes: *start galloping across the sky*
blueberries: *still singing* We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk about Bruno, but
It was my wedding day
It was our wedding day
We were getting ready
And there wasn't a cloud in the sky
No clouds allowed in the sky
Bruno walks in with a mischievous grin
Thunder
You're telling the story or am I?
I'm sorry, mi vida, go on
Bruno says, "It looks like rain"
Why did he tell us?
In doing so, he floods my brain
Abuela get the umbrellas
Married in a hurricane
What a joyous day but anyway
We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk about Bruno
Hey, grew to live in fear of Bruno stuttering or stumbling
I can always hear him sort of muttering and mumbling
I associate him with the sound of falling sand, ch-ch-ch
It's a heavy lift with a gift so humbling
Always left Abuela and the family fumbling
Grappling with prophecies they couldn't understand
Do you understand?
Seven-foot frame, rats along his back
When he calls your name it all fades to black
Yeah, he sees your dreams and feasts on your screams (Hey)
We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no
No
We don't talk about Bruno
He told me my fish would die, the next day, dead
He told me I'd grow a gut and just like he said
He said that all my hair would disappear, now, look at my head
Hey!
No
Your fate is sealed when your prophecy is read
He told me that the life of my dreams
Would be promised, and someday be mine
He told me that my power would grow
Like the grapes that thrive on the vine
He told me that the man of my dreams
Would be just out of reach
Betrothed to another
It's like I hear him, now
Hey sis, I want not a sound out of you
It's like I can hear him now
Um, Bruno
Yeah, about that Bruno
I really need to know about Bruno
Give me the truth and the whole truth, Bruno
Isabela, your boyfriend's here
Time for dinner
A seven-foot frame, rats along his back
It was my wedding day
It was our wedding day
He told me that the life of my dreams
Grew to live in fear of Bruno stuttering or stumbling
When he calls your name it all fades to black
We were getting ready and there wasn't a cloud in the sky
No clouds allowed in the sky
Would be promised and some day be mine
I can always hear him sort of muttering and mumbling
I associate him with the sound of falling sand, ch-ch-ch
Yeah, he sees your dreams
Bruno walks in with a mischievous grin
He told me that my power would grow
It's a heavy lift with a gift so humbling
And feasts on your screams
Thunder
You're telling the story or am I?
I'm sorry mi vida go on
Like the grapes that thrive on the vine, I'm fine
Always left Abuela and the family fumbling
Grappling with prophecies they couldn't understand
Do you understand
Óye, Mariano's on his way
Bruno says, "It looks like rain"
Why did he tell us?
Seven-foot frame, rats along his back
He told me that the life of my dreams would be promised and someday be mine
He told me that the man of my dreams would be just out of reach
In doing so, he floods my brain
Abuela get the umbrellas
When he calls your name it all fades to black
Betrothed to another, another
Yeah, he sees your dreams and feasts on your screams
Married in a hurricane
What a joyous day
And I'm fine, and I'm fine, and I'm fine, I'm fine
He's here
Don't talk about Bruno
Why did I talk about Bruno?
Not a word about Bruno
I never should have brought up Bruno
rats: *were playing instruments the whole song, so the result is that it sounds exactly like from Ecanto*