*David sits on the bench of the Sa Land park as the clouds go by. David looks up at the sky and it starts raining. David sighs as he picks up his backpack that was lying on the ground. a whole bunch of Sprite Remixes fall out along with a document. David grunts as he picks up the junk fallen on the ground and puts it in his backpack. He is approached by a man in a trenchcoat*

Secretive man: Hello David, do you have the goods?

David: Yes sir. Here you go.

Secretive man: This is very good. See you next week David

*The man walks off with the document and the whole backpack. TTSA comes up from behind David and David jumps*

David: Hey T SA(not a typo he calls me this in real life to piss me off which is bad move)

TTSA: Shut up

*TTSA punches David in the gut*

David: Owweeee!

TTSA: Who the fuck was that guy?

David: my friend

TTSA: David, I thought you didn't have any friends.

David: Shut up.

*Just then TTSA's cell phone goes off to the tune of "Homies" by ICP*

TTSA: Damnit! I have to get that changed!

*TTSA puts the phone up to his ear*

TTSA: Hello?

God: Hey

TTSA: Yeah

God: You can't blow off God like that bitch.

TTSA: Sorry...

God: Back to the point, We think CR has some fucked up operations going on in a remote place in Germany. You're job is to go there and fuck the place up.

TTSA: When will we have a mission where we can actually have an objective?

God: Shut up and go do what I say!

TTSA: You're a mean bastard

God: Fuck you...

TTSA: damnit, I can't argue with you. Bye

God: Peace sucks

*TTSA hangs up the phone and David approaches him*

TTSA: what?

David: I hungry

TTSA: Eh, let's go to Mcdonalds then but you're paying

David: Let me see how much I has

*David pulls out a penny*

David: This pay for it?

TTSA: *sigh* Fuck....

David: uhhhh let's ask the others

TTSA: No

*TTSA looks to the ground and money appears*

David: uh

TTSA: If you were any smarter you would be amazed

David: Uh, food?

TTSA: Yeah you big fat dumbass.

*TTSA and David walk into Mcdonalds and Masta J and The Real Will and Roman walk up to them*

Roman: Don't eat the whole store David

David: Shut up

Roman: Don't make me kick you in the chin again(inside joke, ask me if you really want to know)

David: I hate you

Masta J: Fat bitch..

David: Let me order

*David steps up to the counter*

David: I want 5 number 1s Supersized,4 number 4s Supersized,6 Large Shakes,8 Apple Turnovers,7 Mcflurries all with Butterfinger, and oh yeah some water.

Nerd Employee: Uhhhh, do you want fries with that?

David: I'm trying to go on a diet.

Nerd Employee: Okay then, your total comes to 11.5

David: Really?

Nerd Employee: No (nerd laugh) 115 dollars you pig.

David: No (snort)

Masta J: Damn right tubbs.

David: Shut up. Some one else order

The Real Will: Give me some water.

Masta J: Cheeseburger and a Coke

TTSA: Awww, I ain't hungry

Roman: Happy Meal!

David: Oh yeah, I want 6 number 4s for my snack.

*the men get their food and sit down at the table*

TTSA: Suckerz!

*TTSA takes his hands and makes a pile of food in front of him*

David: Uh

TTSA: Shut up! Damn are you done already?

David: Yeah, are you going to eat that?

TTSA: This is mine you fat fuck!

David: I didn't order that much.

The Real Will: Your goddamn total was 115 dollars that's more than my grocery bill for a month!

Masta J: This was a fuckin' one sittin' at a Mcdonalds.

David: Uh

TTSA: God you suck David

David: I know...

Roman: I got this pimpin' car for a toy!

*Roman pulls out a doll*

Roman: What?

Masta J: That's a girl's toy you byracial homosexual

Roman: I gotta get the boys toy

TTSA: *sigh*

The Real Will: Steal one for me dawg

TTSA/Masta J: HUH?

The Real Will: What?

*ROman exchanges his toy and David orders more food which TTSA gladly pays out of his powers. They all get to the gun shop which is owned by The Fake Will*

TTSA: Sup Faker?

The Fake Will: You know the same shit

TTSA: Raven try to fuck you again?(another inside joke, ask me)

The Fake Will: Fuck you! I was going to give you guys 70% off

TTSA: Fuck, I take it back! Oh shit what am I talking about? I can pull money outta my ass

The Real Will: You gotta teach me that one dawg.

*Inferno turns around with a bazooka strapped around his shoulder and two huge shotguns in each arm*

TTSA: Hey Sup Fire Man?

Inferno: Just doing my weekly shopping

TTSA: Shit that a bazooka?

Inferno: Yeah, oh that reminds me I want 100 missles.

The Fake Will: Your total comes to $10034

Inferno: Here ya go.

Masta J: Where do you get all that money from?

*Inferno points to TTSA*

TTSA: Hey, I don't think I'm abusing my powerz.

Masta J: Damn Government pigz

*Back at the national Government of Sa Land bank of money*

Important guy: Damnit, how did this happen we got 10004 more dollars out in the stores and things then we usually do.

Important guy's boss which is even more importanter: That's fucked up, well it's your ass and not mine

Important guy: I don't want to lose my job!

Imporant guy's boss which is even more importanter: Hit the bricks(don't be mad at me Taz, lol)

*Important guy's boss which is even more importanter throws important guy into a wheelbarrow full of bricks. The story goes back to the gun shop*

Inferno: What was all that shit about?

TTSA: Beats me

Masta J: I beat off

TTSA: Shut up, that was so not worth laughing at.

Roman: it was funny to me

TTSA: you only laugh at every damn thing.

Roman: Eh....

TTSA: We got a new mission want to come along Inferno?

Inferno: I knew about this shit, my vacation is over I'm definatly coming along

TTSA: Yeah, Well give me two double barreled pump shotguns for Jay here and then an ooze for Roman because he's black, and The Real Will he'll have a Sniper Rifle

The Real Will: I don't even know how to use one

TTSA: You'll learn

The Real Will: Okay

David: Can't I have a gun?

TTSA: From all that food you been eating you can use your gut.

Masta J: hahahaha

David: Shut up...

TTSA: No..

*The men get in the car and ride to the Airport and they go through the metal detector. TTSA goes through first*

Guard: Your clean

*TTSA pulls out a joint and a knife*

Guard: Huh?

TTSA: don't worry about it

*David goes through and the metal detector goes crazy*

Guard: What'cha got there big boy? let me check ya

*The guard uses his handheld metal detector and searches down David and when he gets to his stomach it goes off*

David: Oh yeah that must of been that hubcap I ate

Guard: your just fucked up, I'll let this go

*burping sound*

Guard: That didn't come out of your mouth..

David: Shut up pussy..

Guard: *In confusion* uhhhh..

*Masta J goes through and TTSA stares at the metal detector and he is clean. Inferno goes through and as soon as he steps in the metal detector goes FUCKING CRAZY*

Guard: Woah Sonny, looks like we gotta terrorist on our hands

Inferno: Naww, I ain't with that Jihad bullshit

Guard: Neo-Nazi?

Inferno: Believe me, NO!

Guard: Let's see what's in ya pockets

*Inferno opens up his coat and ammo falls out along with grenades and pistols. Inferno taps his coat and another wave of ammo and guns falls out with blades and knifes and other things. Two mini guns fall out along with the bazooka he bought eariler.*

Guard: Holy shit, Just don't hurt me..

Inferno: That's what I thought...biatch.

*Roman goes through and the alarm goes off*

Guard: Nigga

Roman: Shut your mouth white boy

Guard: Let's go nigger boy...

Roman: Look at what i got here

*Roman empties his huge pockets of his pants and pulls out a yo-yo,Numerous mcdonalds toys..

The Real Will: Oh shit he took more than a couple

*A game boy advance, and other knick knacks*

Guard: Looks like I'm going to have to take this nigger in.

Masta J: Think again, cracker!

*Masta J pulls out a double barreled pump shotgun and shoots the guard in the gut*

Guard: Damn Niggers...Tell my wife I love..

Masta J: What the fuck, shut up! I'mma be fuckin' your wife at your funeral!

Guard: No Nigger is touching my wif...

*Masta J puts another big hole through his large stomach area.*

Masta J: Don't fuck wit da pimp biatch!

TTSA: I don't think I woulda done that now we got people lookin' at us, oh shit wait. I got an idea

*TTSA tells the others to follow and they do accordingly, He storms the cockpit and chokes one pilot to death instantly and sets the other on fire and then pushes him out of the side of the plane. TTSA sets down and tells the others to take whatever seat they choose. TTSA closes the entering door as an old lady almost gets in. TTSA locks it and sets down again and turns on the radio. He starts to take off with no gas.*

TTSA: This is your high drunk captain speaking, I am not really your pilot and do not know how to fly. Bye.

*The passengers start to get frightened and a little boy runs up to the cockpit but before he can enter Inferno pulls out a pistol and shoots the little boy in the ankle*

Mother: No!

Inferno: Shut up and sit down, enjoy the flight whorez

*Inferno shoots the mother in the chest and she falls down crying. Inferno naturally has no remorse what so ever.*

Husband: Fuck you!

*Masta J pulls out his weed shotgun and lights up some phatties and shoots them into the stomach of the poor man*

Husband: I haven't smelled weed since High School...

Masta J: It'll be your last time to nigga!

*Masta J pulls out a knife and stabs him in the chest*

ROman: HAHAHAHAHA

Husband: shit....*dies*

Masta J: That was suppose to be sad.

Inferno/Roman: Who cares.

Masta J: In Stereo!

Random Punk: I got a stereo

Masta J: Now you don't!

*Masta J takes the stereo away from him and then pulls out the shotgun and shoots him in the head, blood flies all over splashing on Masta J's face*

*The plane turns upside down and everyone falls on the ceiling*

TTSA: We might be experincing some mega turnbulance since I always have wanted to do this. Sorry for the inconvience but I really dont give a motherfuck.

*TTSA falls asleep face first on the control panel and the plane darts down, Masta J takes the controls with ease*

Masta J: This under control folks

*Masta J flips the plane again*

Masta J: Juss playin'

*Masta J flies the plane down into Germany, they are now over a high building*

Old Woman: We were suppose to be going to disney land

Masta J: Fuck you! You'll be happy wherever we go, oh shit. Wait I got an idea. Throw her off for her bitchin!

*Inferno grabs the old lady and kicks open the door and throws the old lady to her death with again no emotion at all.*

The Real Will: How can you do that?

Inferno: All in a day's work. oh yeah and steriods

The Real Will: Awesome.

Roman: I want some

Inferno: There only for white people

Roman: Fuck you!

*The plane comes to a complete stop after landing and they all get off and go into the building where they suspect the Nazis are hiding, they go out of the building finding nothing. They then see a camp with a nazi tent. they go in. finding nothing. A few miles down the road the Nazis are really hiding*

Masta J: Where is David?

*David is shown with the Nazis*

David: Okay time to execute the plan CR

CR: Yes, precisely! When they find our real camp they're dead for sure! But for now I have sent Roo,Pooh,Tigger, and that damn Rabbit!

*Meanwhile...*

Masta J: I guess who cares where David is..

*The baddies show up*

Roo: I'm nigger hunting!

Roman: Fuck you!

*Roman pulls out a M-16 and takes care of the Rabbit, blood flies everywhere*

*Inferno pulls out a Mini Gun ontop it is strapped with a Missle Launcher*

Inferno: This is too damn easy

*Inferno blows them away with his mini gun only leaving blood and scraps from their bodies*

Roman: Let's go find them

The Real Will: This is getting boring

TTSA: Let's see, I know where they are follow me..

*They all follow TTSA to the camp*

David: Over here guys..

*They all follow to where David is but the nazis show up*

Robot Saddam Hussein: You thought you were done with us?

CR: You'll never be done! We're going to finish you niggers off now! Attack robot army!

*The robots attack the crew but Hitler,Saddam,CR,and David run away*

Inferno: Fuck this!

*Inferno pulls out a grenade and pulls off the cap, they all run like hell!(not the shitty video game) they hear an XPLOSION as they fall to the ground*

Inferno: Shit, there they are in that helicopter!

CR: We're getting away now!

David: Bye guys

ROman: FUCK YOU FAT BOY!

*The helicopter flies away out of distance*

Masta J: Shit!

*A mexican guy comes out of the weeds*

Spanish Soldier: I give up, you Americans win the war, you can have the land!

TTSA: Who the fuck are you?

The Real Will: Fo' Real!

Spanish Soldier: Isn't this the 1800s?

TTSA: No

Spanish Soldier: okay, wrong story. I'll be out of here

*Spanish Soldier leaves the story*

TTSA: Ahhh, okay. Back to the point, those nazi bastards got away!

Masta J: We'll get 'em next time

THe Real Will: yeah

Roman: We cant fucking give up! Traitor David, reminds me of Benedict Arnold(yet another inside joke)

TTSA: Not this shit again...

Inferno: We have to prepare for the next battle we will wage in this lifetime. It is soon, I can feel the Nazi presence in this country. We must leave before we are scouted out. Back to Sa Land, we will be back though. very soon...

TTSA: This war is not near from done...

*The End*

*This was a TTSA Shit production*

*Copyright 2003*

*The Sa Landerz will return in 1000 acre forest 8: Nazi Judgement Day*

Credits by Tyler Johnson

Writer: Tyler Johnson

Creator: Tyler Johnson

Producer: Tyler Johnson

Director: Tyler Johnson

Banner art: Tyler Johnson

*This again has been a TTSA Shit Production*