mr. spiner's fluffyhood

>it's a beautiful day in the fluffyhood... a beautiful day to be fluffy
>wouldn't you like to be my fluffy, too?
>yes, it's Mr. Spiner's Fluffyhood starring Brent Spiner!
>*Brent enters his house, takes off his jacket and sneakers, puts on a velvet robe and matching slippers*
>"Hello, boys and girls and fluffies. My name is Brent. Welcome to my Fluffyhood."
>*Brent leans over his chair - sounds of a water bong can be heard*
>"We have a big, fun-packed episode today so... will you join me, fluffy neighbors?"
>*sounds of a trolley - the Fluffyhood Trolley rolls up next to Brent
>"Well, hello, Mr. Trolley! How are you!"
>*ding ding! twang!*
>"That's great. And you have a lesson for the fluffies out there?"
>*ding! ptang!*
>"Very good! Now listen closely, fluffies... Mr. Trolley says... good fluffies eat their Hasbro-Brand fluffy nummies!"
>*ding ding*
>"BAD fluffies get... get what?"
>*ding! twang!*
>"Get tied to the train tracks? Oh... no..."
>Trolley hauls ass before Brent can do anything, bearing down on a 3 week old fluffy foal that has been tied to the train tracks
>any other animal would probably survive with a few scrapes and bruises
>a baby fluffy however...
>*ding ding* *POW!*
>"eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
>"Well, I'm sure he deserved that for something or another. Okay, good lesson... now..."
>*doorbell rings*
>"Why, I wonder who that could be!"
>Brent answers the door, carefully tucking away the can of nitrous oxide into his robe's pocket
>"What a surprise! It's Mr. McFeelie the mailman! Do you have a package for me,
Mr. McFeelie?"
>(starring as Mr. McFeelie is Andy Dick)
>"Not for you today, but the week ain't over yet, honey!"
>"That's... horrifying. So what brings you here today?"
>"I actually do have something for you... sign please."
>"GODDAMMIT, ANDY, I'M SIGNING YOUR DICK AGAIN!"
>"Aw, c'mon... it's all in good fun."
>"Are we still rolling? REALLY? Okay... fine... just give me the box."
>"Here ya go!"
>Mr. McFeelie drop kicks a box through the front door. it bounces off a wall and tumbles to the floor
>"Hang loose, Brent!"
>"Have a nice day. Christ, we should have gotten John Stamos. He needs the work..."
>the box obviously has some blood stains forming on it from the inside.
>various cries and howls can be heard coming from it
>"Oh, for god's sake..."
>Brent opens the box with a box cutter. immediately a yellow fluffy mare pops her head out. she has a black eye and a broken leg
>"dat mawlman meanie! giff bad huwties!"
>"Uh, yeah... good fluffies... uh... don't mess with daddy's mail. Bad fluffies get into the mail."
>"wuzzat?"
>Brent brains the mare with a lamp. she falls back into the box.
>"For god's sake... let's follow Mr. Trolley and see what's going on in Puppequestria."
>we follow Mr. Trolley - still with a bloody foal stuck to the front of him, as he travels to the magical land of Puppequestria.
>Puppequestria consists of a big tree with a treehouse, a puppet-sized castle, and a small swamp
>we see King Butterfluff IV, a proud royal purple fluffy with a crown, addressing his subjects
>"as yu king i tank yu fo yu support! i wealize we waise taxes again but tings get betta soon!"
>"boo!"
>"hu boo king buddafwuff?!"
>"i boo! i heawrd yu waise taxes so you get spasgettis evwynight!"
>"hey, kiss mah poopies, mistah owswey!"
>Mr. Owlsley is a blue fluffy pegasus with yellow mane and tail. he's kind of a dick.
>"see dat? he didn deny it! he takin owr taxes an eatin spasgettis!"
>the crowd of a dozen or so fluffies starts to boo the king
>"hey! walph! dump da boiwin oil!"
>"okay, king!"
>a bigger, gray fluffy pushes a metal vat with all his might, pouring down burning oil on a couple of fluffies below
>they collapse to the ground, screaming - their skin bubbling and melting off their bodies
>"dat wut yu get fo cwossin king buddafwuff! dummie fwuffies!"
>the king returned to his castle, trying to think of a way to deal with Mr. Owlsley
>Mr. Owsley walked past the swamp, where Slug the shit-brown fluffy lived
>he poked his head over a log as Owsley walked by
>"hewoo mistah Owswey."
>"mownin Swug."
>"wha king say?"
>"waise taxes again. evewyone hate king."
>"i dun pay taxes on mah swamp doh! hee hee!"
>"yeah but you stupid smelly fwuffy. you smell wike bad poopies. like taco bewll poopies. yuu should kiwll yuuself."
>"wha... wha?"
>"yuu wothwess fwuffy an evewyone hate yu. we hate king, too, but at weast king dun smwell wike bad poopies."
>"wuh... wuh... wahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
>"king nu cwybaby eitha. dwink dwano yu waste of wife."
>"wahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
>will Slug commit suicide? find out after this message from our sponsor.
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>we now return you to Mr. Spiner's Fluffyhood
>Slug is hanging by a noose from a tree
>Mr. Owlsley looks up at the body
>"...and nuffin of valyoo wuz wost."
>"So what's today's lesson, Mr. Owlsley?" asks an off-camera voice
>"Good, pwetty fwuffies wive in cassahs or in tweehouses. ugwy stinky fwuffies should kill demselfs."
>Okay... back to Brent...
>"So I have one end of this snorkel stuffed up Marina's ass and the other in..."
>"Brent, we're back on..."
>"...and we had just done a double bong hit spiked with Lysol..."
>"BRENT!"
>"Oh, sorry... welcome back, children and fluffies. We hope you had a nice time in Puppequestria. What did you learn today?"
>"That ugly, smelly fluffies should commit suicide."
>"Jesus christ, really?"
>"That's what the producer wanted."
>"Okay... I'm going to go get drunk and cry in the arms of a Brazilian transsexual prostitute..."
>"Have a nice day, Brent."
>"It's a beautiful day in the fluffyhood... a beautiful day to be fluffy...
>wouldn't you... wouldn't you like to be my fluffy, too?"
>Brent breaks down in tears - a production assistant tends to him
>"That's all right, Mr. Spiner... let it all out... that's it... shhh... soft kitty, warm kitty..."
>This episode of Mr. Spiner's Fluffyhood was sponsored by Fluffy Anus Punchers
>It was also sponsored by Hasbro Brand Fluffy Kibble and Ballco Balls! Come to Ballco - we got balls!