Long ago, in six and a half galaxies away from here, lived the peaceful
planet, Mingofla. All the Mingoflians were flamingoes. The pinkest of
their type. They all had decent jobs, being on their neighbor's lawn
while their neighbors were on theirs. The civilization was at it's
peak. The government was fair and free. Shirley Flog was their elected
president of the the world Mingofla. All was peaceful
Then came the lawn gnomes.
They were a ghastly race of plaster people, with hideous pointy
blood-red hats! They were evil! EVIL! EVIL! (learn more about the history of
the gnomes by clicking here)
Their civilization was destroyed, and the best of the best flamingoes
were sent to planet Earth. They had no reason to evolve. They couldn't.
Back on that place six and a half galaxies away, evolution didn't exist.
But, the lawn gnomes had already inhabited the Earth! Now, with
all hope of ressurecting Mingofla gone, the Flamingoes are determined to
save their new planet, and live peacefully with all the inhabitants.
Except for gnomes.
Nope, not gnomes.
Gnomes are bad.
They have told me of their past, and of the gnome's plot. Now, I
bring this information to you, my adoring public. No kisses, no autographs, no free pizza. Now, we are determined to make gnomes miserable, and take pictures!!!
Then we can show you how pathetic they are. And show you...
GNOMES IN PERIL!!!
