Warning: the following tales are not for the faint of heart, or those who enjoy peace and quiet.
Part 1: The Great Farting of London
A long time ago, in a land far, far away, there was an inflatable chicken named Cluck Norris.
Cluck was no ordinary chicken, for he had a talent for... well, farting.
His farts were so potent, they could knock over a skyscraper.
But little did anyone know, Cluck's farts were not just random occurrences.
They were actually a warning sign, a beacon of doom, a call to the skies.
For when Cluck farted, the skies would grow dark, and the winds would howl.
Acknowledging this, the people of London would say, "Cluck, my friend, you have a special gift."
And so, Cluck's farts became a beloved tradition, a source of national pride.
But, as with all great power, comes great responsibility.
And so, Cluck's farts were soon regulated, and the people of London lived in peace, free from the stinky terror of Cluck's gaseous emissions.
Or so they thought.
For deep within Cluck's heart, a plot was brewing.
A plot to unleash the most epic fart the world had ever seen.
And so, our hero, Cluck, shall return in... Part 2: The Revenge of the Farting Chicken