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Early one morning, the warning sirens caused the robbers to drop the plans to return the box containing an unspeakably large walrus. The walrus, carved of soapstone, with turquoise bucket, was a gift to the Ruritanian after he had tragically been injured by a falling rhinoceros which was dropped from a mysterious Black Helicopter. The first robber turned to his minion and said, "Get that guy!" He didn't notice that behind him an Eskimo shaman was preparing to use the rhinoceros for nefarious purposes. The Shaman thrust aiming carefully for the robber's left eye. The robber felt a sudden need to be elsewhere. He teleported as elegantly as he could, but miscalculated slightly and wound up in a vat of beer. He said, "Could someone please get me some peanuts? And a stein?" The puzzled brewer tossed his hops out the window onto a passing double-decker bus. They landed in time. Unfortunately, the nervous and tired brewer misjudged the angle, meaning that the hops bounced over a purple hat worn by a cow. Flowers stuck out of the hat band. The sight was hillarious, but it failed to interest the crowd that had gathered to observe the ruckus; instead they were watching a dog play knucklebones with the last remaining pieces of a velociraptor skeleton. Fortunately the skull had a curious anomaly, which led to a cessation of hostilities between the soccer hooligans and the weather reporters, who had been snoring loudly. However, the Peruvian eunuchs, the Argentinian racehorse, and the dancing Acapulcan tango instructors were rudely interrupted by a BOOM! "Crikey!" said the Crocodile Hunter, and spun around to deosil, hoping that her left knee
