the world's fattest munchkin pt. 3 (standard:Fan Fiction, 2590 words) [3/3] show all parts
Author: YummyGurl	Added: Dec 22 2009	Views/Reads: 2134/1701	Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
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Giving Birth to a Munchkin 

Paris Hilton ran down the ER corridor, as her Munchkin, Flower, AKA 

Fitz was carrying a pregnant woman on his back. “Sutton!” Flower 

screamed as he ran behind Paris, “Did your water break again, because 

it feels like there's something running down my back!” 

Sutton, the chick on his back, was too fatigued to pay attention to 

what Flower was saying. “Did you call my dad?” she shouted into 

Flower's ear. “I don't know who's your dad!” Flower responded. “His 

name is Paul Sutton!” Sutton cried. 

Paris just had to laugh at Sutton's exhausted face. She looked like a 

dying pig... not like Paris has ever witnessed a pig die, but if she was


to, she'd imagine it'd look like this. “I hope you're having a boy,” 

Paris said after keeping silent for nearly an hour... “So we can name 

him after Flower.” 

“Hell no!” Sutton screamed. “Flower is a stupid name!” 

“Sutton is a stupider name!” Paris shot back. 

A nurse came by, and got Sutton into a wheelchair and rolled her into 

the delivery room. “Fitz...” Sutton began, “Find my father and tell him 

where I am...” 

Flower tried to follow her, but Paris grabbed his hand. “Don't leave
me...” she begged. 

“Sutton needs me,” Flower said. Paris had never seen him so stern. 

“Fine,” she grunted. “Go for your bottom bitch.” 

“Paris!” 

“Go!” she screamed as people stared at them. Flower ran after Sutton,
who was screaming for aspirin 

*** 

Roger T. Piper was watching a Dick Foster movie when the phone rang.
Roger just let it be, because he was really anticipating the climax, 
when the VCR started to act up. “Stupid 80s porno,” Roger griped as he 
picked up the phone. 

“Sutton's water broke!” Fitz screamed. 

“Then call that cute plumber next door!” Roger shot back as he rewinded
the porno. 

“I need to look for her father,” Fitz said. 

“Well, why are you calling me?” Roger questioned. “Call her husband!”
Dial tone...Dial tone... “Fine, don't hang up!” Roger screamed as he 
slammed the phone. 

*** 

“Who are you calling now?” Paris asked Flower. They were sitting on the
floor of the delivery room eating stale hospital food. “I'm trying to 
reach Sutton's ex, so he can tell me where's Sutton's father,” Flower 
responded. He frantically skimmed through his cell until he found his 


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