10 pts. to the most bored/creative person...?

Question

I will give 10 pts. to the person who can write the most creative/entertaining story. They only rule... it must have to do with frozen purple pickle juice. good luck!


~allie

Answer 1

I went to the fridge late one stormy evening to appease my desire for a snack. To my dismay, i only found a pickle jar, minus the pickles.As I leaned down to inspect the jar for any slight remaining of a pickle,I was astounded to notice that the juice in the jar was, of all colors, purple.Disappointed, I emptied the jar down the sink, placed the glass in the recycling,and hungrily made my way back to bed.
As I laid in my bed,trying to ignore my hunger,I heard a strange noise at the door.It sounded....Moist.
As soon as I went to sit up and inspect the noise,a cold wet substance engulfed my face.It smelled vinigarish and sweet.
The liquid filled my nose and throat, choking me.As I layed dying my thought were as such, I wish I would have frozen that purple pickle juice.

Answer 2

"OH NO!" Shouted the the people of Rainbowville as a the colors started to grow.

"We cannot have this, this will not be!" The mayor called a meeting for all to see

"The purple is dull, the purple is dull!" Announced a man running out of the mall.

"The only way to brighten the purple, is a splash of the rare Purple Pickle Juice!" Explained the townskeeper, Bruce

"How will we find the Purple Pickle Juice?" Asked Bruce's nephew, Deuce

"Hmm, We have to get it out of the Giant's kitchen" Replied Bruce, he shivered, his throat started itchin'.

"Th, the, the G-G-Giant's Kitchen, but nobody's ever been in there" Said the mayor with a scare.

"Well, I'll go" Bruce hugged his wife, Flow

"Good luck, my love gnome." Flow cried as she peered up to the Giant's home.

-Bruce quietly snuck in
-His face started to show a mischevious grin.
-The Giant was nowhere to be found.
-as Bruce made his way to the kitchen, he heard a loud sound.
-The Giant was cooking and humming a tune.
-He was mixing something with a great big spoon
-Bruce tried and tried not to laugh. with all his might
-He just couldn't help but giggle at such a sight
-The Giant jumped and turned around
-Bruce's eyes grew wide as his feet froze to the ground
-The Giant gasped and gave a shy smile
"Why, I haven't had company in quite a while"
- Bruce smiled and said "It looks like you're making bread"
-"It's my mom's recipe, Here sit and share with me"
-So Bruce and the Giant had quite a time
-They talked and talked and then the clock did chime"
-Bruce gazed at the Giant, bigger than the biggest Moose
"I need to borrow some Purple Pickle Juice"
-He explained about the rainbow
-and off he did go
-He never told the townspeople about his day
-He saved the purple of the rainbow, what more can we say

Answer 3

Ok so this one morning I woke up and was told by a Zeebra that if I could get him some frozen purple pickle juice he would draw me a map that would lead me to treasure. The only problem was, anyone who makes frozen purple pickle juice will turn into a purple pickle for one and a half weeks. This was a hard decision to make on my own. Being only twelve and just about to reach puberty thinking it would be nice to have alot of money to buy anything I want. So with that said and done with I decited to take the Zeebra up on his offer and make him frozen purple pickle juice. That morning I woke up and in my bed found some frozen purple pickle juice right between my legs and was so amazed did not even question where it came from. That afternoon after meeting in the kitchen with the Zeebra and handing over the frozen purple pickle juice. He made me a map to treasure and sent me on my way. The only problem is I was a pickle and in the middle of the kitchen. A few minutes later I was eaten by my own mother. I am now talkin to you as poop and am about to be flushed away. "Make sure my story lives on" He says as he is being flushed down the toilet.

Narrated by the Zeebra.

Answer 4

Once upon a time, I was baking a Purple Pickle Pie. I was so happy to find this recipe because I had this jar of Frozen PP juice and I just HAD to use it.
I didn't even know my Granny Graham had this recipe either. I got down Granny's book of secret recipes and I started mixing my ingredients. One by one I added in sugar, flour, baking soda, nutmeg, a little diced pickle and then I finally added the finishing touch, Frozen Purple Pickle Juice. It was still kind of slushy, but once I started to mix all the ingredients together; the pie urned this beautiful shade of Lavender.
I baked it at 375o for one hour.
We served it on Thanksgiving with all the other delicious recipes from Granny. We had Purple Pickle Juice Pie, Minced pickle and meat pie, Rhubarb and Sweet Pickle Pie oh and my ultimate favorite.... Chicken livers and gizzards with dill pickle relish dressing.
It was a Thanksgiving to remember. I think that was the same year Uncle Billy and Uncle Jimmy got that bad case of food poisoning.

Answer 5

Frozen Purple Pickle Juice smells like bad cheese.

Answer 6

Jack's brain was extracted from his body as an experiment in response to his progressing ALS (Lou Gehrig's Disease), which left his body lifeless, but his brain active. His brain was then transferred to a special container of un-frozen purple pickle juice, where it is kept alive through nutrients that were being constantly recycled like a little circulatory system.
More importantly, there was a radio transmitter and a receiver implanted within the hipocampus region his brain, allowing him to transmit and receive electrical nerve impuses.
The body of John Wayne Elko, a convicted murderer who was executed 30 minutes prior, was fitted with the transmitter and receiver as well. The intention was to give Jack's brain a functioning body -- one that hasn't been left limp from the advanced stages of ALS. The operation was a success!
Now Jack was John… or John was Jack. He wasn't sure who he was! Was he the brain sealed in a climate controlled room, or was he the guy that was sitting in front his doctors?
Either way, with the transplant's apparent success, Jack/John decided to do something that he hadn't been able to do for a long time: he went hiking. He started off on his old route, which would take him a few miles into the redwood forest, a --

The power went out in the building that housed his brain. Nobody ever found "his" body.

Answer 7

Well, it involves me and the guy I like...we both like purple, but we both love to eat frozen purple pickle juice! Sorry, I just don't have time for a long story...and when I start, I can't stop

Answer 8

Once upon a time, there lay an elephant on the side of the street. Since it was so hot and humid outside - because there was a bird who drank all of the water out of the city the day before - there was nothing for him to drink. After resting for a few hours in the scorching heat, he finally got the ability to get off his elephant butt in search of some water. After realizing there was nothing left in the entire city for him to drink, he thought he would go to his last resort. But this mission could only take place throughout the night . . .

Nighttime finally comes and the elephant is ready for his mission to take place. He goes over to the only alive "thing" in the city - a witch who lives at the end of his block. The elelphant arrives at the witches house begging for something to eat and drink. Not only does the witch spit on him, she shuts the door right in his face. At this point, the elephant cannot take her witch games any longer. The elephant ponders..............ponders....ponders. With his best foot forward combined with all of the energy he has within his body, stomps forward and knocks down her door, eats the witch, and then searches her entire house for something to drink. He finds a shabby, purple coloured container that appears to be water inside. He drinks it.

A few hours later, he notices a purple haze around his enormous body. He begins to feel weak, sombre, and lathargic. "It couldn't have been the witch I ate" he says. (This is not the first witch he has eaten) "Ahhh!!!" he yells. He has a sharp pain in his heart and suddenly dies.

The elephant in this story was allergic to purple pickles. Little did he know, the "water" that he drank earlier, was squeezed juice from purple pickles. . . .



THE END

Answer 9

Once there was a person who used to drink frozen purple pickle juice daily and lived happily ever after. The End.

Answer 10

My mom sent me to the store to get milk, but on my way there i saw a stand on the side of the road that said "STOP HERE."
So naturally I stopped. There was a man sitting underneath of an umbrella reading a news paper. "Excuse me?" I asked. The man grunted. "What do you sell here?" He put down his newspaper and said, "Frozen purple pickle juice."
"GROSS!" I screamed. But I bought some anyway. I forgot all about the milk and took only the purple pickle juice home. Now that's all my family ever eats with our cereal anymore!

Creative enough? =]