- Every whim for your money! - snapping his fingers, called the praying mantis a wooden sly.

Six tables were instantly composed into an isosceles rectangle and within three clicks of the mouse, filled with all sorts of dishes. I was not there. I did not eat black caviar, lamb saddle, herring under a fur coat and without, I did not drink Chartres La Pez, Hennessey, Menessi, and just beer. But my heroes, getting drunk from the belly, asked to be taken to their chambers in order to surrender to the kingdom of Morpheus

In the morning, after bidding farewell to the hospitable hosts, the travelers on fairy tales got into an intercontinental rocket that followed the moon and began to show erotic poses to each other, in a state of weightlessness, despite the hangover syndrome.

Kostya's headache quickly subsided when, twitching in a paroxysm of contentment, he firmly crashed into the ship bulkhead with the aforementioned object. Cunning Nastya quenched her thirst for flaming tubes with citramona.

Lying down the ship strongly shaken.

“What have we forgotten here?” - the Earthling asked his mistress.

“I owe a couple of lemons to Syrup and Dunno.” Long been going to give. And before NG it is better to pay all the debts.

- But the Snow Maiden suffers! We could do it after. Who knows what the gnomes do to her?

- I know! Spits in all holes, along with Snow White.

- And you do not feel sorry for her?

- It's a pity in the bee's pope, Kostya! Do you think this punishment resisted when she was taken to the unknown? Yes, she herself invented everything and arranged. I understand her. When twice a year on the eighth of March and on the thirty-first of December! And then 13 and every day! Of course, the old man pity. But this impotent, since he cannot deliver the due to his chosen one, so at least he would close his eyes ...

- So what the fuck?

- Favourite! You forgot! Coming New Year in the galaxy. Heptalions heptalions creatures crave it, like a pepper pepper! Our task ... Fie on you! In short, if you are against it, that would pay off all the debts on the eve of NG, we turn off to Earth ...

- Not! What are you, My Love! I am for. Well this is not a long time! We still have almost three weeks left.

- Well, then do not blather! Better help determine where the syrup farm is.

- Yes, that's it! Approaching the terminal and entering a request into Yandex, Kostya showed blue letters: “Fazenda el Shuge. Circus Mesopotam, dome seven, five, 9876 Street, DRM office. ”

- Well, then drove off, whistling like a predatory one, Nastya called a lunotaxi.

Syropchik, who was fattening the meanie, smiling sweetly, made a statement. That the “cheek thrust” triple the amount.

- Or maybe you forgive everything. As a sign of goodwill, - directing one of the Colts into a fat belly, I wondered, wondering if he was smiling at 32 teeth of a long time not cleaned with whiteness earthling.

The second Colt ran from first to fourth guard.

- One, two, three, speak! - Nastya sang, - so ... how much do I owe you?

- Friends! Well, have a conscience, - the usurer burst into hot tears.

Giving interest-free debt, friends asked where to find Dunno.

“An Mas,” the mangling aglitsky, stunted one said briefly.

At the cosmodrome, travelers on fairy tales, quickly buying tickets to Mars, went to the distance from the historic homeland.

I have no envy of their travels. "An Mas" is something!

Mars! What could be more beautiful? The complete absence of the presence of red sand deserts. The land is sometimes guessed among the boundless waters of the planetary ocean. Dunno ruler of Mars all flooded the former once crimson planet. Podvodnivshis under the dome named Bessinger, our travelers headed to the holy of holies - the palace of the king of the planet.Overcoming obstacles on their way, to whom they rolled up on the scoreboard, to whom they were giving a bribe, they finally stood on the Persian carpet of the Donut secretary, with their breasts, or rather the exorbitant size of their belly, which would not let them into the office of their boss.

“What do you think, dear,” Nastya asked, “if I, with all the dope, kick him in the fat belly, will he burst or not?”

- I smoke, no! But farts notable!

“This is a threat in performance ...” the Donut wailed, but walked away from the door.

“Zdryam bratela,” the ruler, the Princess of the Elves, greeted the ruler.

“Tsemki, Nastya, without taking his eyes off the laptop,” said the moron in a huge hat of a poisonous color, plus a brush.

“I brought the favor,” with one motion of her charming leg, clearing the table of unnecessary objects, the visitor explained. - In the box or how?

“And who will pay me for a broken laptop, for a crystal ashtray, and for a lot of other things that you dumped on the floor,” the lender asked, blinking his brown eyes, which were brightly glowing stupidity.

- A hara? - Kostya asked.

- OK OK! Pay and her ... That is, fly away.

Carelessly throwing a few packs of francs and dinars on a pristinely clean table, my heroes, having paid off all their debts, uh ... or rather flew to Earth.

During the flight, they indulged in a little Bachus and joked Venus with delights. The benefit of weightlessness favored and promoted. The Earth gladly took the seekers to their adventures on her ass and, having seated them on a steam-engine ship, sent them on a trip to the Cook Islands. Why exactly there? And Nastya said so. Soon they were attacked by pirates.

These fluffed-up assholes of Spanish nationality demanded gold and women, otherwise everyone would be sent to feed sharks. Hoping to justice, it should be noted that godly creatures with any outcome would not have remained without lunch and dinner. They did not remain. True, their food was pirates, kindly provided by Konstantin and Nastya, who used to use weapons of mass destruction, called “mortar” and multiply charged Colts.

Bailing out to the designated islands, my heroes did not find the Snow Maiden. They did not find Snow White and the dwarves.

- And where do we find them now? The Elf woman asked her friend and colleague. Given the days favorable for conception, she was not her mistress this time.

- So tyzh, Nastya Susanina, led us here! The question is why? Is it hot here? Snow Maiden would have melted long ago.

- Do not swear Kostik! - the fighting girlfriend boldly laughed, - What is her name? Certainly not an indicator of temperature and blood pressure! This beast is hot as fire! The heat of her breasts can melt any male ice, but ... - shut up, apparently covering some mystery, the princess shut her mouth.

- Well, say it, said "a" be good to say "BE".

- "Be" is also a vitamin! Satisfied?

- It's not fair! Our joint venture should be based on mutual trust ...

- Philosopher, damn it! Well, we turned pink in youth. From there I know. What was that passed and bylem overgrown.

- Something tells me, my friend, that you're in proportion. What do you say?

- Oh, you Guess my! Give me the taboo game! - Elf loudly burst out laughing.

After, anyway, love joys, a little tired, but my happy heroes recovered to the north pole. Ostensibly there Snow Maiden does not melt. Approaching to the point of convergence of time zones, was hampered by the fact that their ship was wiped in the ice. To all the other delights on them, an iceberg was approaching, as tall as Karabas and a building, breaking and crushing everything in its path. When he approached in black and white, the inscription began to be clearly guessed:

“DEATH OF TITANICS!”. Below in a clumsy handwriting was written:

"Beauties from Snow White and the Dwarfs)))"

“They don't need a ransom?” He marveled at Constantine.

“If only they knew,” Nastya cried out, “Oh, my sins are grave!” Now, not to see the Galaxy of the New Year, Now we will be dead or miserable under the ice of Lapland ...

“It's nice to wallow something,” cried a blond, or rather white-haired, creature, strongly resembling a polar bear.The size of it, however, surpassed the dead a long time ago brontosaurus or even Igonodons - do you need help?

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