Blue Cheese and Old Pickles

Quince shaped houses landscape Julienned Street where citric groans once molded a blue cheese night. In one home lives reclusive Graham and his wife, Coco, two dilled, old pickles nervously living on the lamb. Busted selling urine for addiction pee tests, they agreed to flee from a legal barbeque. Combining their bran, they landed on Julienned. They peppered with fright when a repair man fell down, done, dead and fried on their hall floor. They freaked, but managed to fully bake a plan. Loud growls and spiced moans got them to the cellar where they fillet him to fit in seams of aged beams.