The engineers in the Vehicle Assembly Building had finally recieved the ordered shipment of massive orange Rockomax Jumbo 64 fuel tanks. Piling onto each other, (They spent their budget on rockets, not cranes. That would just be silly.) the industrious little green men quickly ratcheted in a Rockomax brand "Poodle" liquid fuel engine.
All of the KSC staff wrapped a bunch of rope around the stability enhancers (They were were really just strong magnets to keep the crashy mcsplodey rockets off of the ground until liftoff.) and slowly dragged it to the launchpad. One unfortunate little kerbal did not pull hard enough.
Within a matter of seconds the rocket sent the VAB into pieces.
Jebediah, Bill, and Bob walked into the VAB expecting to launch into orbit before getting promptly smacked in the face by giant trusses and fuel tank scrap. The poor pilots never had a chance.
The "Maiden Flight MKII" was simply a replica of the first model, but with racing stripes. (The engineers said it would make it go faster. Probably.) The kerbals had most likely learned from the mistake and tied rope around the giant concrete supported truss towers and marched on the count of 3.
One of the kerbals in mission command was confused and at the count of 1, he firmly shoved the throttle lever upwards and smashed the launch button.
It turns out that the stripes really did make it faster in comparison to the first one. Mostly because the first one never flew. And neither did this one.
After deciding that a new name was probably a better idea, the KSC Committee for Health and Safety (The health and safety of the delicate rock underneath the KSC of course. What, did you really think that the little green men care about each other? Pffft. Preposterous.) had decided that not as many bad memories for themselves and the gorgeous granite underneath the VAB would occur if their eventual demise bore a different name.
The kerbals had aptly named it "Flyer".
Needless to say, the VAB had to be rebuilt again and the rocket did not live up to its name or its ancestors'.
5 rockets later, the kerbals had finally figured out the problem. They had concluded that it wasn't the rope that was the problem, (Clearly.) it was the position of the rocket that was the cause of distress and maiming of thousands of family members.
The kerbals began to build the massive rocket at the launchpad as they began ratcheting in "small" (Small in comparison to say, Cthulhu. It was pretty freakin' big.) sized FL-T8000 fuel tanks as the hot sun began beating down on the hard workers. The inspectors did their rounds and made sure every nut and bolt was in place to ensure that this flight not be a failure.
An inspector politely leaned in closer with his magnifying glass in the bright sunlight. Making sure that the fueling hose was waterproof he backed his head away from the hose to let some light in to see better through the glass. The light began to focus. The hose started melting as the inspector ran for his life, screaming in a shrill, chirping voice.
"RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN R--"
Once again, a building in the KSC went up in flames. It was more than one this time.