The dancing potato PART 3

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YAY. Part 3 is finally out and better then the last 2. It includes many chapters. No chain messages in the comments, thanks. And please laugh and make sure to not have milk in your mouth while reading. Also if you didn't read the first 2 this wont make much sense, so read them.

WARNING=reading this story can result in: Diarrhea, vomiting, explosive bladder, and death by laughter. Please enjoy.

Chapter 1

Dream land

When the dancing potato entered dream land he had the worst headache in world. He kept vomiting all over a rock also. Soon the rock grew legs and arms and a head popped out, it was a turtle. "Hey man," the turtle complained,"could you stop vomiting all over me, it smells really bad and it will be hard to pick up girls sense I smell terrible." "Sure thing," the dancing potato said as he continued to vomit on the rock next to the turtle. This was actually a rock, not a turtle. "Nock it off," the turtle said,"thats my pet rock." The dancing potato just groaned and danced away. Soon he began to see images of turtles and then they got bigger and bigger. Then the giant turtle that hit him on the head appeared. "Man," the giant turtle explained,"you were just supposed to get hit in the head, come to the sacred land, learn your lesson, go back to your land, be cured, and never think of it again. But instead you went and got your self screwed over. I dont know what to say, I cant help you anymore, and I used all my energy entering your dream." He dissapeared and the dancing potato for the second time couldn't help wondering what he had done to deserve this. All of a sudden out of nowhere the crack/cocaine smoking hippie apperead. "Awww," said the smoker,"you really dont know how to handle the crack/cocaine do you." He said this right as a flying unicorn licked the potatoes face and took a crap. "No," the potato admitted. Then just as fast as he apperead he disapeared. "How do I get out of here," He asked. "You will come out of the dream when you learn your lesson and why you shouldn't do drugs anymore," a voice echoed through the air. "Thanks," The dancing potato muttered. The dancing potato had a vision of a pyramid to the north and began to run that direction. It was a long and perilous journey and he met a potato eating flea on the way their and it took about ten minutes, but he got their safely. Besides, the potato eating flea was no match for his kung-fruit. He had learned the secret way of the kung-fruit on his vacation to the Bahamas.
When the potato arrived at the pyramid he had no idea on how to get in. Then a magical door appeared and it spoke to him in an irritated kind of way. "Ohh," the door said with a gangstar accent,"soo your the choisin one, this event hasn't happened in 500 years and you just woke me up from a deep sleep fool." "Ummm..."muttered the potato,"O.K." Soon the door was talking again but in a more serious tone. "You must solve the riddle to get in," he claimed,"i am the riddle master." "What type of riddle,"asked the dancing potato. "Well," said the riddle master,"I specialize in math riddles so here it goes," "How many eggs can you put in a empty basket,"asked the riddle master. "Ummm,"answered the dancing potato,"Ten." "Wrong answer fool,"said the riddle master,"you must die!!!" Then a trap door opened underneath him and he was in the pyramid. But was he in the right area? A vicious dog came out of nowhere then another and another and another. Soon their was a whole pack closing in on him. He suddenly got the feeling like he was going to barf again. Barf flew all over the dogs and they ran howling into the caves depths. Then a giant turtle appeared. "Chosin one," he said,"the answer to the riddle is one." Then the giant turtle faded into the air and time was rewound. He was brought back in time 5 minutes to when the riddle master asked the riddle. "The answer is," the potato answered,"one egg." "Correct," the riddle master shouted,"you have gained entry to the dream pyramid." "Its pretty much a rehabilitation center where you will learn what you had done wrong to deserve all of this so you can avoid it next time," the riddle master explained,"then you will exit the dream and be granted a safe trip back to your land." As the dancing potato entered he pondered what the word rehabilitation meant. And when the door closed behind him he remmembered what it meant and put two and two together and wished he hadn't entered. He was probably going to have to talk about his feelings like they do in the shows. OHHHHHHHHHH GOD.

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