Michael Jackson and the Three Plastic Surgeons

Once upon a time, there was a little boy named Michael J.  He went for a walk in the forest.  Pretty soon, He came upon a house.  He knocked and, when no one answered, He walked right in.

At the table in the kitchen, there were three plastic surgeons. Michael didn’t like his nose.  He took the first surgeons nose implants to give him a new nose.

"This nose is too round!" He exclaimed.

So, he used the second surgeon’s implants.

"This nose is too long," he said

So, he took the third surgeons implants.

"Ahhh, this nose is just right," he said happily and put on a face mask.

After he had used the three Surgeons' implants Michael decided he was feeling a little dark.  So, he walked into cleaning store where she saw three kinds of bleach.  Michael smelled the first Bleach.  

"This Clorox Bleach is too stinky!"  He exclaimed.

So he touched the Chlorine Bleach.

"This Bleach isn’t strong enough!"  He whined.

So he took the last and strongest bleach.

"Ahhh, this Mr. Clean Bleach is just right," he sighed.  But just as he when back to the surgeon office and poured the last of the bottle into the tub and let the bleach soak in, he realized something was wrong!

Michael was very anxious and wasn’t sleepy by this time, so he went upstairs to the bedroom, lay down in a bed. He pulled out a weekly pill sorter and then took the medication. But Michael still felt anxious and still wasn’t sleepy so he sat in the second bed, and took the pill sorter and took those meds but still wasn’t right. Then he lay down in the third bed and took those medications and it was just right.  Michael fell into a deep deep sleep.

As he was sleeping, the three plastic surgeons went to the office.

"Someone used my nose implants," growled the first surgeon.

"Someone used my nose implants," said the second surgeon.

"Attest you got your implants back!" cried the third surgeon.

"Someone left a bottle of Clorox Bleach in the sanitation room," growled the first surgeon.

"Someone left a bottle of Chlorine Bleach too," said the second surgeon.

"Someone used all my Mr. Clean Bleach," cried the third surgeon.

They decided to look around some more and when they got upstairs to the bedroom, the first surgeon growled, "Someone been in my bed,"

"Someone's been sleeping in my bed, too" said the second surgeon.

"Attest there not still sleeping in your bed!!" exclaimed the youngest surgeon.

Just then, Michael woke up and saw the three surgeons.  He screamed, "Help I’m getting low on medication!"  And he jumped up grabbed the blanket off the bed and ran to the baloney and dangled it over the railing.  “Not the blanket anything but my blanket” cried the youngest surgeon.  “Annnyyything?” Michael questioned with a grin.

THE END