On a cold and gloomy night three little tumbleweeds tumbled about in a quaint town looking to cause mayhem and foolishness before the sun got a tattoo. But their plan was ruined by three absolutely crazy Edward Cullen fanatics who did unspeakable things to them. The tumbleweeds screamed like, a-lot for being startled like whoa by a giant fire breathing housefly. The mean housefly took a dive into the nearby pool where stockpiles of crunchy nacho chips were to be consumed by the fairies at midnight. Typically, they arrived too late for parties held by the wanton dim-sung soldiers who marched the orange marching song,
