Bob, DUke, and Ransac are making plans in the woods.
Bob
Uke, seeing as you are the Duke of Dukes...
DUke:WAS the duke of dukes.
Bob:Still, you have connections, right?
DUke
robably.
Bob:Anybody close by?
DUke thinks about it, qhilw Ransac plays with a wundingalingything.
Bob:Stop playing with that thing, Ransac.
Ransac:Oh. But, it's so fuzzy.
DUke:THAT'S IT!!!!! FUZZY, THE MAJOR OF HAPPY FUZZYLAND!!!!!
Bob:Is that the best you can do?
DUke:Why?
Bob:Last time I saw him, he stole my pants.
DUke:Well, he does have a reputation of being a thief.
Bob:Still, the were my favorite pants.
Ransac:Is there any trash around here? I'm hungry.
Bob and DUke snarl in disgust.
Ransac:Fine, I guess the diner in Happy Fuzzyland will have to do.
The three travel for what seemed like minutes to happy fuzzyland. Ransac ran to the dumpster at the diner while Bob and DUke search forever for where Fuzzy lives.
Bob:Is this his house.
DUke:Yep.
Okay, they search for about 5 minutes.
DUke:<knocks on the door> I hope he showered.
Bob:Why?
DUke:It's hard to clean fuzz, and Fuzzy is fuzzy.
Bob:I see.
Fuzzy answers the door and, unfortunately, hasn't showered.
DUke:<holding his breath>Hey Fuzzy.
Fuzzy:GUARDS!!!!!!!
Guards surround the area and hold Bob and DUke captive.
Fuzzy:There is a reward for the<holds up fingers> "duke of dukes" and any accomplices.
DUke:I thought we were friends.
Fuzzy:Money is MY best friend. HA-HA-HA-HA!!!!!
Bob:My son will save us.
Fuzzy:The trash man? I think not. He should be being taken care of, unless your son is <holds fingers again> "super-powerful". AH-ha-ha-ha-ha!!!!!
DUke:You sniveling fiend.
Fuzzy:Flattery will get you no where. Take them away!!!!
I'm done.