A dog named Cheryl Ladd Omar Shariff Kannibes was on the way to Area 51, and he knew that he had to shoot the aliens and zombies that were for no reason putting their gun sights on him. He farted so loudly, and he got into the tank. He ran over the aliens and zombies and made his way to Marie Antoinette's candy apple factory in Las Vegas. Soon, there was an elephant in the rood and he lowered the window.

"Bitch, what the fuck is yo ass doing?" he asked the Elephant.

"My name is Stripper," said the Elephant.

"Get in," commanded Cheryl. So Stripper got in the tank and they headed to the candy factory but the Siri gps started to act up and say stuff in Hungarian.

"Nigga, we are getting lost!" said Stripper as she farted and her tail made a huge swishing sound that sounded like boiled peanuts in the oven at Red Lobster. It was the kind of peanuts that you got at Chuck E Cheese in Vermont and the kind of regrets you have like when you had a fat shit in the toilet in New Hampshire, only to have your dreams crushed by something stupid.

The ride in the desert wasn't that promising and they needed AC, but the tank didn't have one.

"There it is-the candy factory," said Cheryl as he pressed a button on the tank and a missile fired at it. Before the missile hit the building, the building farted and teleported and instead, the missile hit an iceberg in Spain. The iceberg exploded and nobody question why Portugal had women with small breasts.