Midnight Collaborations

Which is a series of short stories that Alicia And Cassi (Bob and George) have written, or at least, Alicia wrote them when Cassi was in the room. She came up with one title, and Cody came up with the other.....concluding that we only have two so far...but there will be more


The engine that could…. POLEDANCE

By Bob and George….or the pickle and the cracker, or Alicia and Cassi

Midnight Collaborations

There once was a car that was depressed. He had no job, no life, and a hot diesel engine. All the female cars loved his engine, but he got none when they saw that he used gas from Shell. All the female cars were Chevron girls. One night, he pulled into the Chevron, knowing he couldn’t afford their unleaded gas, but trying to score some female engines. Upon shutting off his motor, he saw an engine stripper bar out of the corner of his headlight. His engine magically turning on (cause he can control his bodily functions) he turned swiftly outta the parking lot, causing his tires to squeal with the enjoyment of a 28 second car ride. Yes, 28, not just 8…cause there was traffic. The only requirement to get into this bar was that the engine must be outta the car (you know, where they take cars and strip em down and sell the parts? That’s where he is) By the way, this car’s name is …… Figaro. So, he got some help and took his engine outta his body, thoroughly enjoying the people hands taking him out of his shell. When he had been clunked down rather roughly into a chair, that wasn’t really a chair at all, but a cardboard box, he realized that there was a pole 2 feet from him (so American!) and slid (oil spill made it easier) towards it, humming a song from the car pron he watched the other day…yes, pron, not porn, though they mean the same thing. Trying to remember how Hilary Duff poledanced in her most recent video, he imitated it, humming all the while…. Then KAZOAMOT the human hands roughly picked him up, put him back in the cardboard box that was posing as a chair, and closed the flaps…. Thus ending his experience as a poledancer.

The moral of the story is: If you want all of the girls, go to Chevron. Or a street corner in the red light district.



And the other one:

The story of the cracker and the pickle

By Alicia and Cassi. But mostly Bob.

The midnight collaboration group


There once was a cracker named George. It had a best friend, named bob, who was coincidently a pickle. Now, Bob should be capitalized, because she is more important, but, oh well. Back to the story. One day, George was sitting in that little plastic baggy with all the other crackers when KAZAM she was lifted out of her fellow crackers, and put on a plate. The same thing miraculously happened with BOB but, it was in a pickle jar, and the fridge, not the cupboard, which wasn’t mentioned, but still there. See, all of BOB’s letters deserve to be capitalized. Because she is just that important, and writing the story. On this plate, there was another cracker, which was George’s secret other best friend, but BOB refuses to admit that. Along with that OTHER cracker, there was a piece of cheese, all orange, and cheesy. Of course, being cheese, it was making cheesy remarks, like hallmark cards. Then, this huge human-ish (I think it was a boy, they aren’t human) hand comes down and picks up the cheese, placing him overtop of George (Ack, poor George and her uncomfortably cheesiness) After that was done, he pick s up BOB and places her on the cheesy cheese meister. BOB does not like this one bit, and goes to voice her concerns, when she realizes she doesn’t know how to speak, nor does she have a mouth…And then….The OTHER best friend (cracker!) is placed on top of BOB…. ANGER ANGER ANGER….

The now bunched together group of misfits is lifted in the air, and BOB slides out, only to sense (cause she ain’t got no eyes or ears) that George, the cheesy cheese meister and the OTHER cracker have been eaten…. Laying on the carpet was no fun for BOB, so she tried to get up. But had no legs or arms to help her. So, sadly, a dog ran by and ate her.

The moral of the story is: Random squirrels will kill you with their squirrel sized bats to steal your acorns.



so, there will be more, and yes, I know it isnt midnight, but it is close enough...

plus One Am Collaborations just doesn't sound as cool.