On the twenty-third day of the month of September, in an early year of a decade not too long before our own, the human race suddenly encountered a deadly threat to its very existence.
And this terrifying enemy surfaced, as such enemies often do, in the seemingly most innocent and unlikely of places.
Three blue haired girls in dog ears, tails, and red dresses come onto stage and sing about the enemies and the horror that will happen to the reader who's reading this.
Little shop, little shoppa horrors.
Little shop, little shoppa terror.
Call a cop. Little shoppa horrors.
No, oh, oh, no-oh!
Little shop, little shoppa horrors.
Bop sh'bop, little shoppa terror.
Watch 'em drop! Little shoppa horrors.
No, oh, oh, no-oh!
One of those girls, named Crystal for this fanfic, sing solo.
Shing-a-ling, what a creepy thing
to be happening!
"Look out! Look out! Look out! Look out!" The girls warned.
Shang-a-lang, feel the sturm
and drang in the air.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah." The cerberus sisters nodded their heads in agreement.
Sha-la-la, stop right where you are.
Don't you move a thing.
You better (tellin' you, you better)
Tell your mama somethin's gonna
get her
She better (ev'rybody better)
Beware!
Little shop, little shoppa horrors.
Bop sh-bop, you'll never stop
the terror.
Little shop, little shoppa horrors.
No, oh, oh, no, oh, oh, no, oh, oh, no!
