*The US Population was recently swayed by our newest preisential candidate. He seems to be some sort of Blue vomit blob, yet has such rhetoric of a future, that we have no choice but to except him as our leader. And now for the weather. Tom?*
*Thank you, Barbara. Seems there's going to be a storm of kittens, near downtown Seattle, where a rather large group of small hairy men have taken up residence in an old animal shelter, converting it into a one hundred foot tower. Architects are baffled at how this is possible with mere chunks of stone. But if you're in the area, bring an umbrella, kittens stain easily. Back to you, Barbara.*
*We've now got a live report coming in of a band of enraged greenish people. Let's take it over to (Generic news room name).*
*Thank you Barbara. I'm standing here with the leader of these people. They apparently want to capture children, and raise them as slaves. The Authorities are on their way now. Now then, tell me about yourself, why are you green? Did you come down with an illness? "Filthy human. I am a proud Goblin Master Lasher." Ah, so you look like a mighty warrior indeed. "I am a Goblin Master Lasher." Tell me about your thoughts on the town. "Ask me when I've returned to my home!" Well, there you have it. An insane hobo who believes himself a goblin. Hey, don't touch that!*
*A goblin snatches a baby, and then is arrested by the police.*
*Well, that all for now. Elves, are they fact or fiction? And what's up with the small humaniod mushrooms now appearing in our favorite vegetable aisles? All this and more at 11.*