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Secret of Cartoons: Bananas in Pajamas: Stop!


It was a pretty regular day, I was just channel surfing and came across a Bananas in Pajamas episode, it was just begining, I remebered watching it when I was a toddler so I decided to watch a bit.
The episode was called, Stop!

When it began there was just a bathroom with the taps left on and the water was flooding onto the floor, to the left was a rocking chair, with one of the bananas in it, he was reading a story called, Stop!

There was nothing telling you which banana it was, and he just kept saying, STOP, STOP, STOP!

At this point I was slightly creeped out, but I kept watching, he then said, "Tell the others to Stop!"

"Stop what?" I kept asking myself.

And suddenly he replied which almost gave me a heart attack, "Stop stealing."

I was too stunned to speak when it said, "Stealing my soul, your soul, our souls."

Suddenly a second banana came out with a violin, and started playing this creepy tune, the taps mysteriously turned off.

You couldnt tell which banana he was either.

He pointed at me, and said "Why?"

Suddenly the TV, practically exploded like a firework, nothing got burned luckily but the doors were now locked, in my living room, I tried to open them but they wouldn't.

Then suddenly, I blacked out, when I woke the windows of the living room were boarded up with wooden planks. I tried to remove them but it was impossible, when I turned around in the corner of my living room was two bottles of water, a gun and a note, the note read, 'You are being punished, marooned, if you want to survive use the water, and if you dont use the gun.'

I eventually managed to escape and when I did there was another note, 'Tell no one if you value your life.'

I expect they are coming soon, but I had to tell my story.

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