Yeah.

All right.

Thank you.

Okay.

17 bottles of pop on the wall.

17 bottles of pop.

Take one down.

Pass it around.

Oh, no.

I just lost count.

Where was I don't know, dude.

I've been trying to soon you out for 20 minutes.

Oh, well, I'll just start over.

999 bottles of pop on the wall.

999 bottles.

Seriously, Where are our friends?

They've been gone way too long.

Maybe it's a normal length of time, and it just seems long to someone your size.

Hey, Creepypasta, you rang.

Ever since you started telling us stories around the campfire, our friends have been disappearing.

What's going on?

Yeah.

Where's grapefruit?

Where's my sister?

Where's my best friend?

I'm not your best friend.

See pairs talking from inside a fire or something.

That's not normal.

And we want answers now.

Alright, alright.

You caught me.

My newest creepy pastor will explain everything.

What?

Just tell us.

It's entitled Ronald McDonald face.

Lou, Let's hear about Little Apple.

This one sounds really good.

And I'm not clowning around.

Oh, it's good.

All right.

I believe the two of you will love it to death E o.

Um, Now, then, once upon a time, there were two friends are young orange and a young, outrageously tiny apple.

Not necessary, dude.

One day, the two friends learned that McDonald's was planning to offer some healthy eruptions on its menu orange juice with its breakfasts on apple slices with its happy meals.

This, of course, worried them slightly as they were both now on the menu, so to speak.

But they decided to have fun with it.

The two friends started pranking each other by placing pictures of Ronald McDonald space in surprising locations for the other divine inside the refrigerator, under the toilet lid on the ceiling above the others bed.

The prank, which they called Ronald McDonald face, was all in good fun at first because after the Dominion of Apple got Ronald McDonald faced by a picture taped to the bottom of the table.

Wait, I think you mean top of the table.

No, I mean bottom.

I'm telling you this.

Apple was very short offended that the table prank had cashed in on his shortness.

The apple decided to escalate the prank war.

Soon the friends were hiding wall sized pictures of Ronald McDonald's face any window they open any closet door.

Any lights which they flipped was liable to terrify the living heck out of them.

The two friends began to live in fear, terrify that the next Ronald McDonald face might be just around any quarter behind any door.

They even began to dream about Ronald McDonald face.

After weeks of sleepless nights, they called a truce.

But that didn't stop the Ronald McDonald faces.

Still, they appear at home, at work, at school, in the bathroom in the night.

The Ronald McDonald faces were bigger and scarier and mawr surprising than ever before.

And what's more, Ronald McDonald's expression was growing mawr sinister.

With each and every appearance.

His eyes began glowing red, and he began to wield knives with astonishing frequency.

The arms in the apple both swore they were honoring the truce, which could only mean one thing.

The newer, scarier Ronald McDonald faces.

We're appearing all by themselves, just a They came to the horrifying realization.

Ah, gigantic Ronald McDonald face burst through the wall and swung a knife down upon Instantly.

The two friends awoke in their beds, having just had the exact same nightmare they were relieved to find no knife marks on their bodies.

It seemed they were safe from Ronald McDonald face.

At least for now.

That is, until one day McDonald's announced a new menu item.

This was a hamburger, but it was no ordinary burger.

You see, this burger had some very curious ingredients included in it ingredients you'd never think belonged in a burger.

That's right on top of the patty and lettuce and special sauce.

This burger contained pasta.

What?

No, the ingredients were pasta.

What are you talking about?

Who would ever put pasta on a burger?

I don't know.

You set the secret ingredient was weird.

And what's weirder than pasta on a burger?

I suppose that's true.

So pasta was on the burger, and then Ronald McDonald face first E and Yeah.

Whoa!

Hey, friends, where have you been?

You wouldn't believe us if we told you, but it was Chattanooga, Tennessee.

Where's Creepypasta?

I'd like to have a few words with that guy.

Don't worry, I'm with you.

Always weigh.

Okay, So that might have been a mistake.

Not only because it's too dark, but also because orange is inevitably going to say the line Who turned out the lights?

Oh, no.

Okay.

Found my flashlight.

It's all gonna be OK.

Just gotta switch it on and e.