Oh My God, Kill Them All! by Throbbing Sausage.

The Rugrats were sat in a triangle, their pale skin a strange contrast to the walls made of green custard that imprisoned them. Whilst they sat, talking about the Russian Stock Market, in walked Spike, wearing an Anorak and a turquoise Sparrow.

"Rich Mich belrch… hich… blerch…" he wheezed, then exploded. Blood and guts splattered over the room like a Jar of Butterflies, and the Skipping Rope vaporised. A slingshot subdued a Rabbit in response, and the whole ordeal left me shaken.

"We gotta get out of here," said Tommy, licking his elbow and counting Spies.

"Unacceptable" cried Chuckie, tying himself in a knot to save the Queen.

So the Rugrats stayed in their custard prison, and the monkey picked chocolate from the broken box.

Ten years later, Chuckie said "I wish I were an Eskimo" and the Bandanna mated furiously with a fork handle.

Angelica painted herself brown, and was eaten by a scarecrow, just as Tommy gave birth to a Cauliflower. The Whale over-dosed on sugar, and its carcass became the Rugrats new home, and if you were to go down to the woods today, you would see its still rotting body, swarming with flies, with a chimney rising through its blow hole, and a washing line running from its eye socket to its ear in protest.

Lil shook her head; the world scared her.

The End.