Fun says, "My Comic - I Wonder Why,"

(Abang the Brother and Cinta the Clueless Lover are dating...)

Abang the Brother: Do you mind if I pick my nose?

Cinta the Clueless Lover: No, go ahead and pick.

Abang the Brother: *Pick* *pick*

Abang the Brother: Do you mind if I drink soup with my nose?

Cinta the Clueless Lover: Do whatever you like. I am enjoying every moment with you.

Abang the Brother: *Drink* *drink*

Abang the Brother: Can I suck my toe? I have this weird habit since I was a baby.

Cinta the Clueless Lover: Sure. Go ahead and suck.

(The next day...)

Cinta the Clueless Lover: Suram, why is Abang acting all weird, picking his nose, drinking soup with his nose and sucking his toe in public?

Suram the Goth: I have no idea...

Cinta the Clueless Lover: Jangka, why is Abang acting all weird, picking his nose, drinking soup with his nose and sucking his toe in public?

Jangka the Predictor: I predicted that someone is encouraging his weird behaviour!

Pengutus the Cuckooed Prophet: Gaa!!! It's the end of the world! Run! Run! Run!

Fun says, "My Comic - The Cuckooed Prophet Strikes."

Pengutus the Cuckooed Prophet: Lo and behold! The world had already ended! All of you are dead!

Abang the Brother: Are you alright? Do you want me to bring you to the doctor?

Pengutus the Cuckooed Prophet: It is written in the holy scripture of the White Paper, the world will end when the chicken that quacks appear and spit on a man. And this man will bring destruction like never before to this world.

Jujur the Honest: Frankly speaking, I've never seen or heard of any chicken that quacks.

Pengutus the Cuckooed Prophet: Look at me, I have chicken spits all over me. That chicken spat all over me. I am the Destructor!

Chicken: *Cackle* *cackle*

Abang the Brother: Seriusly, it is cackling, not quacking.

Pengutus the Cuckooed Prophet: No, it spat on me. I am the Destructor. And I testify that it quacked. It is the prophecized chicken. And I am the Destructor!

Jujur the Honest: So, do you suggest that you are the Destructor, so your claim that it quacks must be true? Thus making you the Destructor? This is absurd...

Pengutus the Cuckooed Prophet: No, you are demon-possessed. I must destroy you immediately. Argh!!!

(And so, Pengutus the Cuckooed Prophet ran around day and night trying to call upon the destructive powers of his to destroy Jujur the Honest while the rest of the world move on with their lives...)

Fun says, "My Comic - Rescue Mission."

Cinta the Clueless Lover: Jangka, Pengutus is missing! The people has been searching for him for days but they can't find him.

Jangka the Predictor: Oh, let me see, let me check my radar.

Radar: *Beep* *Beep*

Jangka the Predictor: Ah, there, he is sitting in his house. I can't believe they didn't search his house.

Cinta the Clueless Lover: I just came from his house LAH! Your radar is faulty already LAH!

Jangka the Predictor: At dangerous and desperate time like this, I must resort to using the forbidden deadly black art.

Cinta the Clueless Lover: What is that?

Jangka the Predictor: Behold!

Cinta the Clueless Lover: *Gasp* A crystal!

WARNING: Using of crystal in any form of ritual is strictly forbidden. Crystal is mentioned here for special effect purpose only. No such ritual is ever used in real life.

Jangka the Predictor: Now, I can start searching for Jangka. Spread the map for me.

Cinta the Clueless Lover: Yes, master.

Jangka the Predictor: Hmm, why isn't it working?

Cinta the Clueless Lover: Oh, if only I own a crystal. It's such a bling. I can sell it for lots of money.

Jangka the Predictor: GAA! No wonder it is not working! Someone swapped my crystal with cheap glass! GAA!!!

Cinta the Clueless Lover: *Faint*

Fun says, "My Comic - Busy?"

Cinta the Clueless Lover: Oh dear Abang, can we go dating tonight?

Abang the Brother: Nope. I have business to do.

Cinta the Clueless Lover: Oh sweety Suram, do you want a date tonight?

Suram the Goth: Can't do. I have to go around scaring people.

Cinta the Clueless Lover: Hey, booby Hantu, wanna hold some boobs tonight?

Hantu the Ghost: Boobs? I want boos! I want to haunt the president of Cuckooland tonight.

Cinta the Clueless Lover: Pengutus, I'm lonely tonight, can you spend some time with me?

Pengutus the Cuckooed Prophet: Gasp! I see emptiness, darkness! Nothing...Gaa...How can someone stand living a life like that?!?!?!?! Gaa!!! (Screaming and running away...)

Cinta the Clueless Lover: Oh, Gila, please say you are free tonight.

Gila the Crackpot: Free? Free pots for cracking? Where? I better go now before other people crack those pots.

Cinta the Clueless Lover: $%@#$%@#&@#, Licik, you better be free tonight.

Licik the Sly: Look, that's superman. (Like Houdini, Licik the Sly disappeared the moment Cinta the Clueless Lover turns her head.)

Cinta the Clueless Lover: $&*!@ Why is everyone so busy? Why am I so free?...#%!@#%*...I WANT A DATE!!!

(Poor Cinta the Clueless Lover's scream shook the whole of Cuckooland, causing the country to sink deep into the Earth, into darkness and emptiness...)

Fun says, "My Comic - End of Day."

Pengutus the Cuckooed Prophet: Hear O' citizens of Cuckooland, the end of day is here! Embrace yourself and prepare for it's coming!

Citizens of Cuckooland: Oh, no! Then what should we do? Gaa!!! (Panic and screaming and running around like crazy.)

Pengutus the Cuckooed Prophet: Don't worry! Just go home and sleep! And wait for tomorrow.

Citizens of Cuckooland: Aren't we going to die today?

Pengutus the Cuckooed Prophet: Did I say that? I just said that the day is coming to an end and we should go back to rest.

Citizens of Cuckooland: (>.<")

Fun says, "My Comic - Holy Book of White Paper Part 2."

Pandai the Genius: Hey there, what are you doing?

Tulis the Scribbler: Go away! This is top secret!

Pandai the Genius: Look! There's Superman! (Snatch)

Pandai the Genius: Wow! The 3 Commandments of White Paper?

Tulis the Scribbler: Do not read! That is holy!!!

Pandai the Genius: One, thou shall never write your name on this book.

Tulis the Scribbler: ... (face getting extremely green)

Pandai the Genius: Two, thou shall be as empty as a piece of white paper. What does it mean?

Tulis the Scribbler: ...It is another way of saying "thou shall be an idiot!", you idiot!

Pandai the Genius: Oh, I see. Three, thou shall do any other things according to thy desires. Yes, this is what I call good commandments to follow. Good job, Tulis!

Tulis the Scribbler: Of course, I am...

(A sudden lightning struck and sent these two profaning idiots into the depths of Cuckooland's torture chamber...)

While Pengutus the Cuckooed Prophet is wondering why his Holy Book has not been finished and delivered to him...

Fun says, "My Comic - The Holy Book of White Paper."

In the depths of the Swamps of Cuckooland, with characters borrowed from a friend.

Pengutus the Cuckooed Prophet: The White Paper Worship Religion is going out of control. We must unite all the separate sects together.

Tulis the Scribbler: Since you got all the revelations about the truth of White Paper Worship, why not we scribble them all down and publish a book to guide them all?

Pengutus the Cuckooed Prophet: I agree! Now listen to me, do as I command you to. (Whispers and whispers...)

Tulis the Scribbler: Yes, sir! I will do as you've told. The Holy Book of White Paper will be the top seller when I am done with it.

(With crayon and paper, Tulis the Scribbler scribbles day and night for the next 576 hours)