For the purposes of continuity and sense-making, I added a couple of small edits (noted in brackets) throughout the story.
And so, without further adieu, the story y'all created and have been waiting to read in its entirety....
The clown underground said, "We float down here, down here."
He said, "That's awesome, down here, over there."
Said [t]he, "Where there, we all are monkeys trapped in a cage made of wire and strawberry Twizzlers, chicken feathers, in cake topped with jelly beans."
Sour patch that went down the rabbit hole carrying a rabbit's foot, looking for Lucky Charms, but monkeys flying out, we saw Batman with a web of snot and hope, and he hopped over Grandma's house into the swimming pool filled with gummy sweettarts surrounded by [a] search for garden gnomes praying to win the battle and make banana bread.
So they took turns mixing with Deadmau5 and vanilla pudding with a mixing board tied to the bottom of a [lamppost] with cake all over the front two teeth, forgetting where they put an enigma of seagulls with diarrhea and breadsticks.
Unfortunately, when Santa came, the flowers wilted away after the Batman arrived, until he STOMPED forcefully upon those hairy spiders who said, "Stop it!" But I am addicted to breadsticks, to spinach, [and] the end of ducks.