Please tell me that Ralph has destroyed a tiny block town with tiny model trains with that costume!
Nova Scotia: Ready, Ralphzilla? We’re about to go live. No problems there, Newfie? (Ugh, I got ink on me!)
Newfoundland: We’re good here.
Alberta: Ready!
Nova Scotia: It was a peaceful day in Campbelleville. The sun shone down on the bay of Fiddler’s Cove. Folks walked in and out of chair tower to work. Everything was peaceful… until Ralphzilla appeared from over Kitchen Valley (heehee).
Alberta: ROWR!
Alberta: ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWR!
He destroyed the cove, the lighthouse, and the bacon soup factory!
He demolished the town centre and even the saloon!
He ate sweet, sugary structure, and each sweet, sugary citizen!
Others: “Oh, no!” “My baby!” “My sweet, sugary behind!
Alberta: ROOOOWR! *munch munch*
Satiated, Ralphzilla then falls into a deep hibernation… for now.
