“I’m Jeffery Merk-a-Derk, and this is Joe Derk-a-Derk, and this is Derk and Merk productions!”

“Hey, Derk-a-Derk, wanna tell these people what happened yesterday?”

“Sure, Merk-a-Derk, oh yeah, this is a fun story. So I got 5 and a half scoops of ice cream on my gluten free cone because, you know, I’m very allergic to gluten!”

“Derk-a-Derk you realize that ice cream can have gluten.”

“O yeah… that’s why my belly hurt so much.”

“Anyway, that’s not what we were going to say… but still a good story, sounds good!”

“Ok, Merk-a-Derk well, let’s get to the topic… there was a riot, shots were fired, and lives misled.” 

“Derk-a-Derk, that news was not explained in any detail; I’ll say it.”

“Basically, the current dictator of Derk-a-Merk-a-Derk was very mad at the Merks, so he sent his own army to come here and try and wipe out the Merks. As you know, Merk-a-Derk is a Merk, so he is in danger. The dictator’s name is George Van Derk-a-Merk, which is very weird since he is not part of the Merk race.”

“What Merk-a-Derk said.”

“So anyway, what happened next is why Derk-a-Derk was sad about yesterday. Basically, Derk-a-Derk dropped his 5 and a half scoop ice cream cone (that was now 3 scoops because he ate 2 and a half scoops), and while that happened, the ice cream truck got closed down by George van ‘Derk-a-Merk’s’ army.”

THE END