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2009 MOOFLEWEEN SPECIAL
MOOFLE: YES WHO IS IT
KIDS: TRICK OR TREET
MOOFLE: OK THERES ON FOR YOU AND ON FOR YOU AND ONE FOR YOU AND ON FOR YOU
KIDS: OMG IM ALLERGIC TO NUTS
MOOFLE: OMG IM SRY
KIDS: MOOFLE YOU SHOULD KNOW BETTER
MOOFLE: IM GONNA MAKE A STORY ABOUT MOOFLEWEEN TO MAKE UP FOR IT OK
Porplemontage and Moofle started the car while Jorge attended to his flowers. Jorge loved his flowers. Jorge and his flowers. He would do anything for his flowers. Jorge loved his flowers. Jorge started to get up, but Moofle made a wrong turn and crushed Jorges flowers. Then, the clone wars began.
Jorge hid in his shed while Porplemontage and Moofle started to go trick or treating. It was Moofleween, and the kids were starting to come out and ask for candy. Candy was what drove them. They would do anything for candy. Even kill somebody. Thats right. Because when kids came to Jorges house, they didnt know that Jorges candy was filled with alchohol. Jorge had the perfect plan. He would use these kids to kill Moofle, and get revenge on the death of his flowers. Jorge loved his flowers. But little did Jorge know, that Moofle had alot of tricks up his sleeve, and that he would soon pay the ultimate price. DEATH.
On the night of Christmas Eve, Jorge picked up his gun and shot a bullet, seirously wounding Moofle.
"Why are you doing this Jorge?" cried Moofle.
"Because, Moofle," replied Jorge.
"the ps3 has no gaems" Jorge continued with a smile.
Moofle started to cry and his body was trembling with fear. Moofle was about dead, he was laying in a pool of blood.
"That's r-right...." started Moofle.
"I love you son...." Moofle said, before dying.
"NO, DAD!" Jorge cried while reaching for Moofles hand.
Moofle was dead. Jorge started to cry. His left had was still holding the pistol.
"I think now is the time to do the thing that will make the time right."
Jorge lifted the pistol up to his head, and let go of the trigger. The bullet went lose, and killed him instantly.
Jorges flowers were looked after by Moofle, who recieved mild wounds and now lives in the institute for sexually molested children.
Porplemontage hasnt been the same since the incident, and he now works as a quiet and lonesom washroom attendant.
Jorges body was put up for display in the museum of Jorge, and the museum gets 300 visitors daily. The museum offers no charge, and children eat free every wednesday.