This will be fun! I'm game. But I choose hard mode and all the filled-in words will rhyme with "bucket"!

There once was a man named Luckkett, who had a very odd obsession with buckets. The really strange thing is he used to watch Diary of Nantucket on television. He would eat pizza covered in pumpkin gullets! This man was no vegan either. He would use turkey nuggets as pizza toppings! That was the first indication of the man's twisted criminal behaviours. He would also play this video game called The Cut which would fuel his desire to muppet his puppet. Every day he would drink this energy drink called "In A Rut" and stay up late looking at pictures of muskets.

The police caught on to this individual when they found a pizza box full of mullets in his apartment dumpster. The resulting sting took several months only because of budget cuts. There was also several rolled of undeveloped 35mm film that revealed open guts. Everyone in the Cold Cult neightborhood was shicked. Especially the local pizza shop owner. He found trumpets in the back of his thickets! Can you believe that the workers had no idea that Luckett was the Pizza Docket!

The moral of the story is you should never trust a prokaryotic that has it's ticket to you.

Luckily, the police officers that responded to the scene were rewarded with packets by the local druggist. A plaque of appreciation was constructed out of drugget and placed into the grass under an old sprocket. Every year the citizens of Ergotic city would gather together in rackets and remember better days when the smell of rockets would waft through the air, past Gluttet avenue, up towards the Bracket that would cross the street to head into Pickett pond. It was a simpler time. Back then a stranger was likely to tug at your mullet before you could say "fuck it". Can you believe that! All the old men in the neighbourhood swear that one time, a stranger actually helped suck out the Mayor's wife! Now that's what I call a name plummet. It used to be a simpler time, when crickets flowed like water and hens layed puckered eggs! There was always a place for the rutted to stay. The yellow jackets grew like summits and the surrogates never chucked it! But that was just a rumour now. The legend of the !PIZZA Docket was all anyone ever talked about these days. Now, people all had nightmares about mullets inside of pizza boxes.