Episode 8

Previously on Olga the Spatula the recurring reign of

unconsciousness from Olga and the long awaited return of

Orson who seems to be stuck in poo that looks like

goo and came from the loo moo.

"Man it really blows being me," moaned Orson. "Oh gog, I'm so

depressed, somebody stake me with beef jerky now! What? No

beef jerky? I'll settle turkey jerky then."

From the corner of the room came the distant cry of: "Orson can

you hear me? I'm in the beans can I'm getting closer pass

my head back. You SHMUK!" Orson turned around, his face

radiating happiness, "Schloopy, chummy old pal! What have you

been up to these last 32 years?"

"Well besides stating the obvious at my lack of a head...not

much."

Orson and Schloopy spent much time recapping the past, when

entered Narbie and Wokkie with their 16 year old son Sponner

the Spanner (who looks surprisingly like Vincent Kartheiser).

"Muwawawawawawawa!" thought Narbie, and proceeded to flirt

with Orson. Then all of a sudden Kitchen A'Buyin whooshed in

singing a song from the now cult movie "The Wokkie Horror

Picture Show".

"I remember flipping the jerky."

Wokkie turned to Kitchen, spouting, "The only reason you made

money from that film, is because of my sexy pan." And thus

ensued THE fight.

"Guys I think I think I should be the independent mediator here!"

cried Cherry Flinger, the beef jerky still protruding from his head.

"Excuse me Cherry, but aren't you supposed to be dead?"

pointed out the much loved Spatty.

"Excuse me Spatastic, but aren't YOU meant to be dead?"

"Well when you put it that way."

"Ruff, ruff, ruff, arg, arg!" exclaimed Captain Coco McJojo, the evil

duck trailing forlornly behind her due to it's constipation.

"Ditto!" yelled the cause of the duck's constipation

Angeltheforkintothemeat.

"Ahem," interrupted a voice, "what are you all doing in my can?

Orson, Spat, Whisk, Wokkie, Cherry Flinger, Kitchen AÕBuyin,

Narbie, Schloopy, Captain Coco McJojo, ForkBoy and Evil Duck,

explain yourselves!"

But it was too late for explanations Olga's can's owners had

decided to clean out the pantry for the first time in 32 years. The

can was thrown from the house to the garbage and the

inhabitants were scattered and befuddled and muddled, no one

knew who was dead and who was alive.

And neither will you. Thus comes our Soap Opera's sad demise,

now, forever, and eternity.

THE END!

Stay tuned next week for our spin off ""Wokkie the Spatula Layer!"

Darla & Dru