Searching for a plot in a plotless story 3

My inner cream cheese told me that the plot had yet to be arrested, so I put on my sun-hippo and ran out into the brain of a ditzy cheerleader where I threw my hippo into a pool of goop and wept brown stars. Cheerfull and optomistic, I fled in terror from the giant shugar cookie that was lying in a puddle of…...........O.J…......SIMPSON!!!!!! “OMG!!FLEE IN KINDNESS !!!!”
Or not.
I spotted a plot and ran with it, untill I thrust it into the firey waters of Pluto in sadness and joy.Realizing that I had ruined my chance at closure I jumped in exaustion, thank full that the story wasn’t ended.
(or is it….....)

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