There once was fuzzy pineapple that like to eat deep-fried southern orange soda, but then was gone. So the pineapple decided to travel to Kenya. Fancy food was devoured. However, for the last time, it was only a fried apple soda.
The pineapple was strangely aware of the quantum theory and therefore knew reactions between molecules cause for unlikely neon ice cubes in an isotopic land of magical Jesters and Al Pacino look-alikes; even Pineapple did not care for such strange things.
But Pineapple cannot lose her composure in this type of magical fruit form. Pineapple then met a kind banana which was orange and smelled of leftover apple peelings. The banana was singing, "Peanut Butter Jelly Time!," then killed by a baseball bat. How sad it was.
The irony was, the fuzzy pineapple was the one who gave the friendly banana the baseball bat, he started to eat my leafy Sandwitch and hit himself in the left kneecap and shouted "why dear god why"