Okay heres how it goes, one person starts off with a sentence, then the next person tries to continue the story with another sentence. And so on.. get it?

There was a terrifically terrifying storm with tumultuous turnips falling from the tormented sky.

Now someone else does a sentence to continue it..

There was a terrifically terrifying storm with tumultuous turnips falling from the tormented sky.

"Turnips are falling at great speed" thought Rick, as he ran for cover, "I'd better get out of this storm fast, or I could get a fractured skull."

There was a terrifically terrifying storm with tumultuous turnips falling from the tormented sky.

"Turnips are falling at great speed" thought Rick, as he ran for cover, "I'd better get out of this storm fast, or I could get a fractured skull."

Unfortunately for Rick, the turnips weren't FALLING, they were STEERING towards anyone they could see!

There was a terrifically terrifying storm with tumultuous turnips falling from the tormented sky.

"Turnips are falling at great speed" thought Rick, as he ran for cover, "I'd better get out of this storm fast, or I could get a fractured skull."

Unfortunately for Rick, the turnips weren't FALLING, they were STEERING towards anyone they could see!

Rick quickly reassesses the situation as he observes the raining of turnips pummeling their targets, he mumbles fervently as he dodges for cover, “ could this be...?"

But it is.., his worst fear is realized in his ASSessment that these are Evil, Anal Seeking Alien Turnips, which crawl up human sphincters to live as parasites controlling the mind, turning humans into zombies that worship Hillary as the God of all the Universe.

There was a terrifically terrifying storm with tumultuous turnips falling from the tormented sky.

"Turnips are falling at great speed" thought Rick, as he ran for cover, "I'd better get out of this storm fast, or I could get a fractured skull."

Unfortunately for Rick, the turnips weren't FALLING, they were STEERING towards anyone they could see!

Rick quickly reassesses the situation as he observes the raining of turnips pummeling their targets, he mumbles fervently as he dodges for cover, “ could this be...?"

But it is.., his worst fear is realized in his ASSessment that these are Evil, Anal Seeking Alien Turnips, which crawl up human sphincters to live as parasites controlling the mind, turning humans into zombies that worship Hillary as the God of all the Universe.

Rick calmly draws his alien turnip zapper from its holster and begins zapping the hunting-seeking alien turnips. A few already-infected humans had to be sacrificed in the process, but Rick finally zapped the last one. He blew the smoke from the muzzle of the turnip zapper and holstered it. It would be a few weeks until the next mothership of alien turnips for Hillary could arrive with reinforcements. In the meantime, Rick began thinking hard about the next logical step.

There was a terrifically terrifying storm with tumultuous turnips falling from the tormented sky.

"Turnips are falling at great speed" thought Rick, as he ran for cover, "I'd better get out of this storm fast, or I could get a fractured skull."

Unfortunately for Rick, the turnips weren't FALLING, they were STEERING towards anyone they could see!

Rick quickly reassesses the situation as he observes the raining of turnips pummeling their targets, he mumbles fervently as he dodges for cover, “ could this be...?"

But it is.., his worst fear is realized in his ASSessment that these are Evil, Anal Seeking Alien Turnips, which crawl up human sphincters to live as parasites controlling the mind, turning humans into zombies that worship Hillary as the God of all the Universe.

Rick calmly draws his alien turnip zapper from its holster and begins zapping the hunting-seeking alien turnips. A few already-infected humans had to be sacrificed in the process, but Rick finally zapped the last one. He blew the smoke from the muzzle of the turnip zapper and holstered it. It would be a few weeks until the next mothership of alien turnips for Hillary could arrive with reinforcements. In the meantime, Rick began thinking hard about the next logical step.

Rick quickly realised that although he had zapped all the infected humans, he still had to seek help to capture at least one of the remaining turnips and determine a suitable strategy to deter them from reaching earth.

The next day, it was reported world-wide that Hey Hey had discovered that an alien turnip had crossed with a field full of normal turnips.
He knew this would cause a stew!

There was a terrifically terrifying storm with tumultuous turnips falling from the tormented sky.

"Turnips are falling at great speed" thought Rick, as he ran for cover, "I'd better get out of this storm fast, or I could get a fractured skull."

Unfortunately for Rick, the turnips weren't FALLING, they were STEERING towards anyone they could see!

Rick quickly reassesses the situation as he observes the raining of turnips pummeling their targets, he mumbles fervently as he dodges for cover, “ could this be...?"

But it is.., his worst fear is realized in his ASSessment that these are Evil, Anal Seeking Alien Turnips, which crawl up human sphincters to live as parasites controlling the mind, turning humans into zombies that worship Hillary as the God of all the Universe.

Rick calmly draws his alien turnip zapper from its holster and begins zapping the hunting-seeking alien turnips. A few already-infected humans had to be sacrificed in the process, but Rick finally zapped the last one. He blew the smoke from the muzzle of the turnip zapper and holstered it. It would be a few weeks until the next mothership of alien turnips for Hillary could arrive with reinforcements. In the meantime, Rick began thinking hard about the next logical step.

Rick quickly realised that although he had zapped all the infected humans, he still had to seek help to capture at least one of the remaining turnips and determine a suitable strategy to deter them from reaching earth.

The next day, it was reported world-wide that Hey Hey had discovered that an alien turnip had crossed with a field full of normal turnips.
He knew this would cause a stew!

Ah, the vagaries of lassitude! Unbeknownst to mighty Rick, defender of the homeland, horizontal cross gene transferance was greatly aggravating the problem. Little did he know that humanity soon was to face the mighty wrath of the raging rutabagas!

There was a terrifically terrifying storm with tumultuous turnips falling from the tormented sky.

"Turnips are falling at great speed" thought Rick, as he ran for cover, "I'd better get out of this storm fast, or I could get a fractured skull."

Unfortunately for Rick, the turnips weren't FALLING, they were STEERING towards anyone they could see!

Rick quickly reassesses the situation as he observes the raining of turnips pummeling their targets, he mumbles fervently as he dodges for cover, “ could this be...?"

But it is.., his worst fear is realized in his ASSessment that these are Evil, Anal Seeking Alien Turnips, which crawl up human sphincters to live as parasites controlling the mind, turning humans into zombies that worship Hillary as the God of all the Universe.

Rick calmly draws his alien turnip zapper from its holster and begins zapping the hunting-seeking alien turnips. A few already-infected humans had to be sacrificed in the process, but Rick finally zapped the last one. He blew the smoke from the muzzle of the turnip zapper and holstered it. It would be a few weeks until the next mothership of alien turnips for Hillary could arrive with reinforcements. In the meantime, Rick began thinking hard about the next logical step.

Rick quickly realised that although he had zapped all the infected humans, he still had to seek help to capture at least one of the remaining turnips and determine a suitable strategy to deter them from reaching earth.

The next day, it was reported world-wide that Hey Hey had discovered that an alien turnip had crossed with a field full of normal turnips.
He knew this would cause a stew!

Ah, the vagaries of lassitude! Unbeknownst to mighty Rick, defender of the homeland, horizontal cross gene transferance was greatly aggravating the problem. Little did he know that humanity soon was to face the mighty wrath of the raging rutabagas!

The rutabagas take root, incubating aggression for the revenge of the turnip slayer…meanwhile Rick tends to his bonsais, unaware that all vegetation is being saturated with this aggression…he hums as he trims branches and roots not realizing that…

The bonsai trimmings are preparing a bonzai attack with the help of a nearby shrubbery, as they magically give life to the wooden handle of a garden rake it extends itself into the ground taking root and growing new limbs, and is bearing down upon him with teeth of metal prongs and extended vine-like fingers..

There was a terrifically terrifying storm with tumultuous turnips falling from the tormented sky.

"Turnips are falling at great speed" thought Rick, as he ran for cover, "I'd better get out of this storm fast, or I could get a fractured skull."

Unfortunately for Rick, the turnips weren't FALLING, they were STEERING towards anyone they could see!

Rick quickly reassesses the situation as he observes the raining of turnips pummeling their targets, he mumbles fervently as he dodges for cover, “ could this be...?"

But it is.., his worst fear is realized in his ASSessment that these are Evil, Anal Seeking Alien Turnips, which crawl up human sphincters to live as parasites controlling the mind, turning humans into zombies that worship Hillary as the God of all the Universe.

Rick calmly draws his alien turnip zapper from its holster and begins zapping the hunting-seeking alien turnips. A few already-infected humans had to be sacrificed in the process, but Rick finally zapped the last one. He blew the smoke from the muzzle of the turnip zapper and holstered it. It would be a few weeks until the next mothership of alien turnips for Hillary could arrive with reinforcements. In the meantime, Rick began thinking hard about the next logical step.

Rick quickly realised that although he had zapped all the infected humans, he still had to seek help to capture at least one of the remaining turnips and determine a suitable strategy to deter them from reaching earth.

The next day, it was reported world-wide that Hey Hey had discovered that an alien turnip had crossed with a field full of normal turnips.
He knew this would cause a stew!

Ah, the vagaries of lassitude! Unbeknownst to mighty Rick, defender of the homeland, horizontal cross gene transferance was greatly aggravating the problem. Little did he know that humanity soon was to face the mighty wrath of the raging rutabagas!

The rutabagas take root, incubating aggression for the revenge of the turnip slayer…meanwhile Rick tends to his bonsais, unaware that all vegetation is being saturated with this aggression…he hums as he trims branches and roots not realizing that…

The bonsai trimmings are preparing a bonzai attack with the help of a nearby shrubbery, as they magically give life to the wooden handle of a garden rake it extends itself into the ground taking root and growing new limbs, and is bearing down upon him with teeth of metal prongs and extended vine-like fingers..

Little did the invading plant army know that all along Rick had been developing a genetically engineered weapon. He reaches into his tool bag and extracts a vial of gene-spliced virus dust. He loads the dust into his pneumatic dispenser gun and prepares the final counter-assault.

There was a terrifically terrifying storm with tumultuous turnips falling from the tormented sky.

"Turnips are falling at great speed" thought Rick, as he ran for cover, "I'd better get out of this storm fast, or I could get a fractured skull."

Unfortunately for Rick, the turnips weren't FALLING, they were STEERING towards anyone they could see!

Rick quickly reassesses the situation as he observes the raining of turnips pummeling their targets, he mumbles fervently as he dodges for cover, “ could this be...?"

But it is.., his worst fear is realized in his ASSessment that these are Evil, Anal Seeking Alien Turnips, which crawl up human sphincters to live as parasites controlling the mind, turning humans into zombies that worship Hillary as the God of all the Universe.

Rick calmly draws his alien turnip zapper from its holster and begins zapping the hunting-seeking alien turnips. A few already-infected humans had to be sacrificed in the process, but Rick finally zapped the last one. He blew the smoke from the muzzle of the turnip zapper and holstered it. It would be a few weeks until the next mothership of alien turnips for Hillary could arrive with reinforcements. In the meantime, Rick began thinking hard about the next logical step.

Rick quickly realised that although he had zapped all the infected humans, he still had to seek help to capture at least one of the remaining turnips and determine a suitable strategy to deter them from reaching earth.

The next day, it was reported world-wide that Hey Hey had discovered that an alien turnip had crossed with a field full of normal turnips.
He knew this would cause a stew!

Ah, the vagaries of lassitude! Unbeknownst to mighty Rick, defender of the homeland, horizontal cross gene transferance was greatly aggravating the problem. Little did he know that humanity soon was to face the mighty wrath of the raging rutabagas!

The rutabagas take root, incubating aggression for the revenge of the turnip slayer…meanwhile Rick tends to his bonsais, unaware that all vegetation is being saturated with this aggression…he hums as he trims branches and roots not realizing that…

The bonsai trimmings are preparing a bonzai attack with the help of a nearby shrubbery, as they magically give life to the wooden handle of a garden rake it extends itself into the ground taking root and growing new limbs, and is bearing down upon him with teeth of metal prongs and extended vine-like fingers..

Little did the invading plant army know that all along Rick had been developing a genetically engineered weapon. He reaches into his tool bag and extracts a vial of gene-spliced virus dust. He loads the dust into his pneumatic dispenser gun and prepares the final counter-assault.

But as Rick was watching the bonsai trimmings take to life, he didnt realize that bunnies had been eating the rutabagas. Nor longer were these humble fluffy friends but instead killer bunnies! They hipped and they hopped their way towards Rick...

There was a terrifically terrifying storm with tumultuous turnips falling from the tormented sky.

"Turnips are falling at great speed" thought Rick, as he ran for cover, "I'd better get out of this storm fast, or I could get a fractured skull."

Unfortunately for Rick, the turnips weren't FALLING, they were STEERING towards anyone they could see!

Rick quickly reassesses the situation as he observes the raining of turnips pummeling their targets, he mumbles fervently as he dodges for cover, “ could this be...?"

But it is.., his worst fear is realized in his ASSessment that these are Evil, Anal Seeking Alien Turnips, which crawl up human sphincters to live as parasites controlling the mind, turning humans into zombies that worship Hillary as the God of all the Universe.

Rick calmly draws his alien turnip zapper from its holster and begins zapping the hunting-seeking alien turnips. A few already-infected humans had to be sacrificed in the process, but Rick finally zapped the last one. He blew the smoke from the muzzle of the turnip zapper and holstered it. It would be a few weeks until the next mothership of alien turnips for Hillary could arrive with reinforcements. In the meantime, Rick began thinking hard about the next logical step.

Rick quickly realised that although he had zapped all the infected humans, he still had to seek help to capture at least one of the remaining turnips and determine a suitable strategy to deter them from reaching earth.

The next day, it was reported world-wide that Hey Hey had discovered that an alien turnip had crossed with a field full of normal turnips.
He knew this would cause a stew!

Ah, the vagaries of lassitude! Unbeknownst to mighty Rick, defender of the homeland, horizontal cross gene transferance was greatly aggravating the problem. Little did he know that humanity soon was to face the mighty wrath of the raging rutabagas!

The rutabagas take root, incubating aggression for the revenge of the turnip slayer…meanwhile Rick tends to his bonsais, unaware that all vegetation is being saturated with this aggression…he hums as he trims branches and roots not realizing that…

The bonsai trimmings are preparing a bonzai attack with the help of a nearby shrubbery, as they magically give life to the wooden handle of a garden rake it extends itself into the ground taking root and growing new limbs, and is bearing down upon him with teeth of metal prongs and extended vine-like fingers..

Little did the invading plant army know that all along Rick had been developing a genetically engineered weapon. He reaches into his tool bag and extracts a vial of gene-spliced virus dust. He loads the dust into his pneumatic dispenser gun and prepares the final counter-assault.

But as Rick was watching the bonsai trimmings take to life, he didnt realize that bunnies had been eating the rutabagas. Nor longer were these humble fluffy friends but instead killer bunnies! They hipped and they hopped their way towards Rick...

One of them has split from the rest and is sneaking off into the darkness of a hollow to secretly create an insidious race of mutated rabbits who would later be known to spit flesh dissolving bile onto humans who are resisting the takeover of the planet,.. chanting, "Hillary, Hillary, Hillary"...

Hmmm, thinks Rick. Time to get out my flame thrower.

There now follows a party political broadcast on the ecological impact of American website policies.

BLUR...BLURB...BLUR....BLURB etc.,

10 minutes later....

..Two rabbits have had intercourse, the seed has been planted, a muffled chant is heard in the heavy breathing of the female rabbit..........Hillary.. Hillary.. Hillary......

Rick decided upon a ferociously firey flame thrower with which to ferry away his furious friends. He breathed deeply and pulled the trigger as the Bonsai clippings turned into an inferno... tiny squeaks and screams came from the ashes of the bonsai clippings. Rick put on his sunglasses and said "The rutabagas are next!"

Circling high above the slowly desisting storm clouds in his now empty flying fortress, the tumultuous instigator of this evil plot is monitoring the activity below. The drone of the engines and the noise of the storm outside mask his screams of anger and his thunderous strike on the table, anything not screwed down leaps into the air breifly before falling back and breaking.
"How are the turnip reserves?" he demands of his second in command.
"we're, umm, out sir. we'll have to start over!".
Raging like bull with three spears sticking out his his hind, the overlord rushes the man and snaps his neck like it was a pencil. He drags the limp carcas to the still open bomb bay doors and throws the ex-employee through. Pointing now at another of his staff he calls, "You, number 2, Close these doors and instruct the pilot to return to the secret lair." With a flick of his cape, he turns and heads for his private quarters.
The newly promoted henchman trembles as he salutes, "Sir Yes Sir."

After closing the door the commander takes off his cape and sunglasses, and as he looks through his space telescope at Graceland he thinks to himself "Ill never be able to go home.. I hated my life and all those idiots who would never leave me alone." He starts singin to himself,"Don't you... step on my blue suede shoes...."

(Start a new one?)

Rick, with his incredible cunning, had been preparing for the invasion of the turnips for years now. Rick thought back at people thought it was a crazy idea but look whos laughing now! Rick went into his basement, opened the secret door after confirming his identity with the eye scanner.. there is was, the atomic rocket. He pressed the big red button and watched as the concrete doors opened. Red lights flashed, the rocket filled the bunker with white smoke as it shot up into the sky. Rick watched the rocket soar off as the doors closed... BOOOOOOOM! The flying fortress, the turnips, the rudabagas, the bonsai and even the killer bunnies, blown into smitherines. Rick emerged from the nuclear shelter, his hair whipped in the wind as he stood on a small mound. He then simply said

Astala Vista Baby.

This amusing idea goes to show that more than one person can write a thrilling story!
Such a story can be produced in just 2 weeks (including a party political broadcast)!

The only remaining need is for a title: anyone beat "Rick wrecks raining roots"?
.. & I suppose there should be some consideration of television and film rights...