ßß Can you write an amusing story that includes 6 of these phrases??

Question

1. That's great.......SIMMMMMMPLY marvelous, my dear.
2. Wake up! Wake up!
3. Welcome to my nightmare........Do come in.
4. The wind howled like a banchee in labor !!
5. The Creature From The Black Lagoon is......REAL !!!! (Gulp)
6. Trick or treat? Well....How about (((THIS))) as a trick ?!
7. Blah. Blah. Blah.
8. They've made worm's meat of me.
9. The living dead are rampaging through our yard !
10. If only Sunshine and her MattBaby were here. THEY'D know what to do.

Answer 1

IT WAS A DARK AND STORMY NIGHT!

“Welcome to my nightmare........Do come in,” intoned the spooky voice of Harry Hambone, TV host of the Friday night Nightmare Theater. “Tonight‘s feature is The Creature from the Black Lagoon,” starring Julie Adams, Richard Carlson and Richard Denning. But, first a word from our sponsor, new Fruitylicious Dingbats. No meal would be complete without……Blah. Blah. Blah.”

“Wake up! Wake up!“ Kitty Katz said in a perturbed voice as she shook her husband. “ZZZSNORK…,” was his reply. “George, you are missing the movie,” Kitty hissed, “It will be on right after the commercial.”

Harry Hambone came back on the screen, and said ominously, “Not since the beginning of time has the world beheld terror like this!” Kitty shook George again, but it was of no use.

The movie began, “A scientific expedition searching for fossils along the Amazon River discover a prehistoric Gill-Man in the legendary Black Lagoon…..”

All of a sudden, there was a large crack of lighting, followed by the rumbling of thunder. Then, the house went dark, and silent. Kitty flew to the window to see if the street lights were still lit. They were, but Kitty was terrified by what she saw outside. It seemed as if the sky had opened up, and it was raining zombies. Or at least, they looked like zombies. “OMG, let them just be trick-or-treaters!” Kitty prayed. “After all, it is Halloween!! But, still, it looks like the living dead are rampaging through our yard!”

“Oh! No! I am just letting my imagination get the better of me,“ Kitty thought. “Why did I let George talk me into moving next door to a cemetery just because the property values were lower?”

“And the wind….The wind howled like a banshee in labor!!” Kitty thought, “It’s not a very good night for those kids to be out.”

“Ding! Dong!” rang the doorbell. Kitty grabbed her candy dish as she opened the door. “Trick or Treat, smell my feet, give me something good to eat,” said a perfectly normal- looking little girl dressed as Little Bo Peep, carrying a little stuffed sheep in her arm, as she held out her other hand with her treat bucket.

Kitty smiled and said, “What a cute costume! That's great.......SIMMMMMMPLY marvelous, my dear.”

Just then, George arose from the couch, and walked to the door. “Trick or treat? Well....How about (((THIS))) as a trick ?!” George, ripped off his full-head mask and, revealed his true identity. There stood before us a green Gill-Man. He said, “The Creature From The Black Lagoon is......REAL !!!!”

“(Gulp),” went the little girl, as she dropped both her stuffed sheep, and her trick-or-treat bucket, and ran screaming down the street.

Kitty stammered, “But, but, how can you be here? I thought you were captured?”

The creature explained, “I broke free. They had to finish that movie with a stunt double. I found this house next to a cemetery, and just beyond that is the swamp. I know you can’t live with me in the swamp because you don’t have gills, but you married me ‘for better or worse,’ and I expect you to honor your vows. You know I can live both on land and swamp.”

“Well, I did love you before I found out you were the Creature from the Black Lagoon……Maybe we CAN work it out,” Kitty answered. “If only Sunshine and her MattBaby were here. THEY'D know what to do.”

Answer 2

"Wake up! Wake up!" cried Jill, slapping her father into consciousness. Three mumbled words an a groan signaled his vitality, but not his wakefulness. "Dad, wake up! The living dead are rampaging through our yard!" Jill took a step back as the big hairy man before her jolted upright in bed, with a look of terror upon his face. Jill giggled. The father looked at her, and giggled too. His shoulders relaxed, and let out a sigh. With a smile, he said,
"That's great...SIMPLY marvelous, my dear."

Jill, left the room so her father could dress, and knocked on her brother's door. No response. She turned the knob slowly, and pushed the door slower. Silently Jill crept into her brothers dark bedroom. She edged closer and closer to his bed, preparing her scariest facial contortion to give the sleepy Emo teenager a good scare.

Alas, a squeaky floorboard betrayed her. Jill's brother awoke, rolled over to face her, and said, "Welcome to my nightmare...do come in. Don't mind the mess either...it's mostly just old t-shirts drenched with my tears."

"Blah, blah, blah," Jill replied. She seized her brothers arm, and dragged his scrawny, pale body out of bed.

Downstairs at breakfast, the conversation was minimal. Jill's dad broke the silence with, "Did either you of you hear the storm last night?" Jill's brother replied, his voice sorrowful as usual,

"The wind howled like a banshee in labour. I stayed up and wrote a song about it. It's called 'Bleeding for the Banshee'."

Just then, an undead tiger leapt into the house through a window, and devoured the entire family. Jill and her father screamed, but the brother seemed to enjoy being mauled.

The end.

Answer 3

A scary scene happened on Saturday final in our borough . A driving mower took off at a velocity of 60 mph with the well burgher aboard." I suppose it is a little bit of a sticky wicket, my well guy." I intoned as I watched from at the back of one in every of my rose trees. "Somebody name Scotland Yard!" In the core of the chaos, a scream might be heard" and above that, the roar of arriving constables."This is horrible! I yelled from the bush. "Just the info maam" The stoic officer answered. The Queen has made her determination. We have a sniper right here to take out the mower. The shot after which the dying rattle of the mower. The deficient guy stumbled from the wooden babbling "I suppose my mother or father angel could also be a little deranged. Ahhhhhh.....Total quiet...At Last!!