The Adventures of Pamela Parmesano in Formaggia
Last time on Pam and her Adventures in Formaggia...
The peaceful Dutch village of Kraftsingles is in desperate need of some varieties of cheese. They need REAL cheese. Not some cheap immitation cheese wrapped in the same damn plastic they make fake nails from. Those cheese singles are everywhere in Kraftsingles, the things grow on freakin' trees in this village and the people are getting sick of them. So naturally, Pamela Parmesano, the village cheese-archaeologist is sent out on a quest for fine cheese. Its a dangerous mission, but somebody has to do it. Pamela decides she must bring a companion. A sidekick. It's gonna be a hard one and she needs somebody to help her out. Somebody who knows the native language of Formaggia. Somebody...YES...I know! Who else but Beth Brie, a trustworthy spreadable soft-cheese type person. And also a long time friend of Pamela Parmesano. Perfect!
So they set out. The terrain is beautiful in this part of the world. They leave the boundaries of Kraftsingles and and enter the Formaggian countryside. Fields of cheddar flowers go on for miles. They wave happily to a man harvesting stalks of Mozerella. The houses are all made of cheese. And the Formaggians are all draped in cloaks of the finest cheese in the land. It's a beautiful sight. Stinky, but beautiful. As they walk along the path, they hum to the music filling the cheesy air. Pam and Beth are overwhelmed by the cheesiness here. So overwhelmed that they decide to stop and nap for a little while. They lie down under a tree they believe to be made of gouda, and drift off...
Beth wakes suddenly, her intuition tells her that something is wrong. She looks over to wake Pam...she's gone.
"BWA HA HA HA HA HA HA" and evil yet cheesy laugh fills the air, sort of like the sound Fondue makes if you let it boil.
Right there in front of her is a giant levitating cheesy poof, and inside...Pam...
The peaceful Dutch village of Kraftsingles is in desperate need of some varieties of cheese. They need REAL cheese. Not some cheap immitation cheese wrapped in the same damn plastic they make fake nails from. Those cheese singles are everywhere in Kraftsingles, the things grow on freakin' trees in this village and the people are getting sick of them. So naturally, Pamela Parmesano, the village cheese-archaeologist is sent out on a quest for fine cheese. Its a dangerous mission, but somebody has to do it. Pamela decides she must bring a companion. A sidekick. It's gonna be a hard one and she needs somebody to help her out. Somebody who knows the native language of Formaggia. Somebody...YES...I know! Who else but Beth Brie, a trustworthy spreadable soft-cheese type person. And also a long time friend of Pamela Parmesano. Perfect!
So they set out. The terrain is beautiful in this part of the world. They leave the boundaries of Kraftsingles and and enter the Formaggian countryside. Fields of cheddar flowers go on for miles. They wave happily to a man harvesting stalks of Mozerella. The houses are all made of cheese. And the Formaggians are all draped in cloaks of the finest cheese in the land. It's a beautiful sight. Stinky, but beautiful. As they walk along the path, they hum to the music filling the cheesy air. Pam and Beth are overwhelmed by the cheesiness here. So overwhelmed that they decide to stop and nap for a little while. They lie down under a tree they believe to be made of gouda, and drift off...
Beth wakes suddenly, her intuition tells her that something is wrong. She looks over to wake Pam...she's gone.
"BWA HA HA HA HA HA HA" and evil yet cheesy laugh fills the air, sort of like the sound Fondue makes if you let it boil.
Right there in front of her is a giant levitating cheesy poof, and inside...Pam...