The whole story...in 5...ok 7 words...or at least part of it

[Mr.Pab]

played no part in the events which

[Dooley]

occurred at the Mumbai Bharatanatyam dance off

[Mr.Pab]

in the woods, back behind Elvis' house.

[Dooley]

Curried peanut butter and banana sandwiches lay

[Mr.Pab]

on a bed of unbridled angst, garnished

[Dooley]

with grapes of wrath and cynical olives

[Mr.Pab]

surmounted by a glistening tower of pickle.

[Dooley]

Indigestion was common at Elvis' Bharatanatyam party

[Mr.Pab]

- to everyone's chagrin, so was Jennifer Lopez.

[Dooley]

Luckily, J. Lo's brother, B. Hi, always tagged along

[Mr.Pab]

subway tunnel with his cryptic monochromatic graffiti

[Chriss]

'Dooley and Mr.Pab were here' the graffiti cried out

[korky123]

so watch your P's and Q's

[Dooley]

and keep your T's and A's clean.

[Mr.Pab]

- and most importantly, remember: seven means seven!

[Dooley]

Chapter 7 (Seven, seeeeeeeeeeevvvvvveeeeeeennnnnnnnn)

Keaster Fitz, the renowned chair designer, sat

[Chriss]

on the edge of time when he understood they would never

[Mr.Pab]

- no never. what, never? - well, hardly ever

[Dooley]

horseradish, mustard - any sort of condiment really

[rich_h]

"Not _CONDIMENT_!!" the alluring naked lady shouted

[Mr.Pab]

to the roomful of able-bodied seamen

[korky123]

who needed some SERIOUS popovers

[98/1000]

to calm their restless sea-legs

[Mr.Pab]

and to smooth their unkempt sea-hair

[98/1000]

fully restored, they salvaged from their pockets

[korky123]

a vast supply of cannibalistic seagulls

[rich_h]

but preferred to steal from

[98/1000]

the local harelipped county sheriff

[korky123]

who ate roasted rabbit in a diner

[rich_h]

although the rabbit had not been cooked