Five Years, and Still Snowthing: A Retrospective

[MartyMuppets]

I said I wouldn't post in here anymore out of respect for my good friend's wishes.

But if you've decided to give in then I take it I may graciously post after all if I choose Snowthy?

 

[D'Snowth]

*From inside the crocodile*

Might as well Marty, don't look like it's going to be closed anytime soon.

JEANETTE: *Squeals* FINALLY! That guy's out of my hair! *Glomps Simon* Simon!

 

[theprawncracker]

As captain of this ship, shall I marry thee young chipmunks before yonder Snowth is digested?

 

[Oscarfan]

*prints out online certificate* Well, I'm a legal priest now, so I'd be happy to perform the ceremony!

 

[Sgt Floyd]

If your ship captain, why do you need to ask permission? Just do it. Make the sickenly pink snowth suffer MUAHAHAHAHA *gag* HAHAHAHA!

 

[Oscarfan]

Because he's the captain!

 

[theprawncracker]

*prints out online certificate* Well, I'm a legal priest now, so I'd be happy to perform the ceremony!

Hey! Back off, bub! I was here first! ...Arrr!

If your ship captain, why do you need to ask permission?

Well I can't marry two unwilling chipmunks, can I? Er... Aye.

Because he's the captain!

Exactly! ! ...Arrr!

 

[D'Snowth]

JEANETTE: Yeeeeeeee! Simon! We can get married!
SIMON: Nothing would make me happier than being married to you Jeanette, but there is one problem?
JEANETTE: What?
SIMON: We're only eight, we're not old enough to be legally married.
THEODORE: Who cares? *Glomps Eleanor* Marry me Ellie! Marry me!
ELEANOR: Only if you'll marry me, Theo!
ALVIN: Hmm... who am I going to marry?
BRITTANY: WHAT? !
ALVIN: Brittany?
BRITTANY: Forget it Alvin, I wouldn't marry you for a hundred bucks!
ALVIN: Come on Britt, you KNOW you want me!
BRITTANY: Please! *Makes out with Alvin*

 

[Sgt Floyd]

Huh? But if hes the ship captain, does that mean he needs to ask himself? O_O

Edit: Blah...nevermind, I get it. I misunderstood the post XD

 

[theprawncracker]

...Yucha. Erm, anywho... Yadda, yadda, yadda, I now pronounce you... Chipmunks and Chipettes. You may now... erm... flee the vacinity before the Snowth is digested from the alligator.

That'll be thirty-eight nintey-five.