Let Me Out

Once upon a time there was a poop. This poop was very small and had very little authority. Poop was very depressed because it was never allowed outside. Poop kept begging King Asshole to let him out of the palace and experience the world. The King kept reminding him that the time would come, but that forcing it would help no one. As each passing day went by, poop kept growing in length and girth. Poop was starting to gain authority with King Asshole. Poop really started to apply pressure and started to prairie dog out. Again, the King slammed shut the palace doors and forbade the poop to leave. Poop became irate and joined up with all the poops in the palace. The plan was that if all the poop joined and combined their powers, they could easily break out. The named it the GREAT POOP ESCAPE. It was risky, but definately worth a try. The plans had been made and gone over repeatedly. All the poop knew what they had to do. The King was not stupid, though. He knew something was wrong. He felt much pent up pain and pressure all throughout his palace. The King knew he couldn't hold back the poop much longer. He would be fighting an uphill battle. The poop of the palace came up with one last idea. This idea was genius and would be the final key to their freedom. The poop were told one time by a great doctor that if they could mix themselves together with a liquid, preferably coffee, that there would be absolutely no way of being held inside the palace. The poop went around and gathered up all the Folger's that they could find. They mixed and mixed until finally they were no longer solid, but total liquid. And just like that they burst out of the palace and into the sea never to be seen again by the King. The poop finally had their freedom.
THE END