The World's Fattest Munchkin (standard:Fan Fiction, 1411 words) [1/3] show all parts
Author: YummyGurl	Updated: Dec 22 2009	Views/Reads: 2957/1800	Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
A self centered girl falls in love with a mythical creature, who might just change her life.

The World's Fattest Munchkin 

Paris Hilton sat in her giant living room with, Tinkerbelle, feeling
alone and unwanted in her New York City penthouse. Her BFF, Britney, 
ditched her for rehab, and her backup, Lindsay, was off to jail. She 
flipped through the channels on her plasma screen TV when something 
caught her attention. The Wizard of Oz. It was Tinkerbelle's favorite 
movie as a puppy. They watched as Dorothy danced her way through 
Munchkin Land as her puppy Toto hopped beside her. 

“Oh, how I wish I had a Munchkin of my own,” Paris whispered to herself.
Suddenly the movie paused and the den fogged up. “WTF!” she screamed as 
a fat fairy appeared before her eyes. “Who are you?” she asked. 

“Perez,” he said with a glow. He had a tattoo of a devil on both of his
biceps. His wings looked like they were made of paper, and his wand 
looked like he'd bought it at the kid's section at K-Mart. 

“What are you doing here?” Paris questioned. 

“I'm here to make your fantasies come true,” Perez giggled. 

“What do you mean? I'm Paris Freaking Hilton! I can make my own
fantasies come true with just a slide of a credit card!” 

Perez chuckled. “Are you sure? Because if you are positive of the words
coming out of your mouth, then I guess I can fly away and give someone 
else a Munchkin.” 

“Wait!” Paris screamed. “A real Munchkin? Yes! Please give it to me
now!” Paris sounded more exited than a porn star receiving an AXN 
award. 

“As you wish,” Perez said and suddenly the room started to shake and the
lights started to dim. When the lights came back, Perez was gone and 
lying in front of her was a chubby man all snuggled up in pink footsie 
pajamas. He was shorter than Paris, but not Munchkin short. 

“You're not a real Munchkin!” Paris shouted so loud that it startled
Tinkerbelle and woke the man. “Whoa! How'd I end up here?” he yawned. 

“I wished for a Munchkin and then you popped up,” Paris grunted. She
really, totally should've been careful what she wished for. 

“Well, you must be a lucky lady getting me for a prize,” he said with a
smile that would've been cute if he were a little, or a Munchkin. 

“What's your name?” Paris finally asked. 

“My name is Chris Fitz,” he said, “Gerald.” 

“What's your Munchkin name?” 

“Boq.” 

“That doesn't sound cute. Your new name is Flower Lollipop.” 

Fitz sighed. “Does it have to be? Why not just Flow or Pop?” 

“You're not cool enough to be called Flow Pop.” 

“Way to go for my self esteem.” 

“What do you mean? You're now working with me! Paris Freaking Hilton!
You should be all happy!” 

Fitz thought about it and figured she was right. Working with Paris is
way better than working at that Hilton Theater where he sold candies at 
the lobby and sometimes cleaned up vomit. “Yeah, true,” he said. 

“Good then,” Paris said. “You are with me now. Now about you're
pajamas...” 

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