“Oh, there’s the rat pudding!” exclaimed Dr. Nogood, pointing at the table where it was sitting the whole time. “Im hungry”, Stated the impaired rodent. “Well, lets not waste the day and lets all go to the zoo!” Shouted an excited Billy! So later at the movie theaters, Dr. Nogood was enjoying a rather exquisite box of “Buttered Popping Corn Delectable’s”. “I dare say, that man in the front row has an obtrusively hairy back area.”. Quipped the observant rodent. “Quiet you!”, whispered Billy in a low voice, (as to be expected with whisperers,) “If I sit up a bit, I can watch the couple 3 and a 1/4 rows in front of us going at it!” “That doesn’t sound very engrossing” Presumed the Doctor of overall no goodness. “There smacking each other upside the head with dead rodents!” Billy said, overall mesmerized by the whole experience. “That is not something you should learn about till you’re middle school’ish!”, an angered Dr. Nogood shouted whilst covering Billy’s eyes. “We shall leave this offensive site,” Started Dr NoGood whilst staring at his watch. “At......Now!” And they left the dreadfully smutty place right then, marching trough the doors in a fairly cock-sure manner resembling one of decisive cock-sure mannerism. “I quite frankly am offended by the whole process...” said a poignant certain wheel-chaired rodent, “I think that was my brother-in-law being smacked around in there. Course, ever since the incident with the cat vomit and bath salts, the family tries not to talk about him.” “Well I don’t want to hear anymore of your pervasive talking, Mr...”, paused Dr Nogood, “Wilfred. Wilfred Vvlisky the Third/5th/7th/Whatsthenumberafter7again?ohyeah32.” stated the rat, quite proud of his long inscrutable name. “What’s with the long title?”, questioned a questioning Dr Nogood. “Were rats. We’re practically all birthed at the exact same moment, so Lordship is a bit difficult numerical wise.” said the rat, matter-of-fact-o-ly. “Ah, I didnt know you were royalty!”, piped Dr Nogood.

“No, im a rat.” “Oh. Well. Um.. We’ll just be calling you something shorter then. How’s Fuggins sound?”, Asked Dr. Nogood in a questioning sort of way. “Thats not degrading at all, oh no!” shouted the rat sardonically. “Good, Fuggins it is. Say where has that Billy run off to?” Dr. Nogood twisted his head around. As it turns, after walking back into the theater, Billy was learning the facts of life, and it seemed to him that it involved too much screaming, neighing, and an overall disregard for the well being of deceased rodent like. Shocked and overall confused, Billy quickly scurried home and watched some

M.T.T.F.S.N..A.G.S.U.T.B.T.T.I.C.G.A.W.I.F.S.R.A. B.E.E.S..(This might take a while, but here goes nothing: Music Television That Frequently Shows Naughty And Generally Socially Unacceptable Things But Thinks That It Can Get Away With It For Some Reason And Barely Ever Even Shows Music Videos Anymore. I can rationally assume that those of you actually reading this story stopped long before the acronym so I will not explain myself.)

Billy learned a lot in the following day, and decided that life was generally indecisive as well as just plain weird, (And that Christina Auguliera likes to wear her Ho suits,) he had a bowl of cold rat pudding and went off to bed. Dr Nogood chased the Skanky Teenagers, Fuggins had himself a nice snack of twisp leaves and olivars, and the earth turned. People hit each other with rats and life went on.

Will there be a next chapter? Will it leave more questions then answers? Will there be more questions to the questions then questions to the answers questions? I don’t know. Maybe?