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The mouse ran away past the sleeping dragon. Suddenly, it heard a deep roar, which came from within the mysterious grotto. Cowering beneath the bushes, the mouse saw a huge, grey behemoth.

"Greetings, how would mouses squeak?" it said. "Like lions do?"

"Huh?" The awkward mouse could not think straight. "What do you mean? Lions don't like
squeaking!" the mouse shyly said.

"No, but my pastor says lions smell, sound and eat just like mice."

"Bullcrap! Lions roar, eat mice and fart disgustingly."

Later Kim, the Kardashian mouse awoke Toontown. It sounded Kanye-like, but was really high-pitched, like a kazoo. "The Kardashian family died," said Kim. "Trump fired them for squeaking."

"Huh?" said Jim the Hamster. "Why did they perish?"

"Because under Kanye's threat, the president would nuke Moscow and Kiev."

Meanwhile, the behemoth scratched behind his ears.

"Why are you so itchy?" the mouse asked.

"Squeaking is scratchy, my tail makes me giddy!" sang the behemoth, slurring drunkenly.

"Okay, Kim my friend warned me that Trump was dating Putin, so Kanye decided nuking Russia would cockblock their grandpappies."

"Who's Trump?"

"President of.."

"Huh?" the Behemoth slurred.

"Yeezy is comin', breh," said the rapper, smoking. Kanye West walked into a bush. He spoke slowly. "I have got to nuke some capitals."

"We can't destroy.."

"S**t!" cried the mouse, shock on his tiny face. The behemoth dropped unconscious, with a whiskey stain bigger than Russia's landmass.

The mouse erroneously thought that existentialism was the reason for cheesy events. So he pondered whether the behemoth was real.

Unknown circumstances caused Kim to lose her way and tell the police.

"Where's Waldo? My soldiers last saw him drinking prune juice with Kanye."

Meanwhile, the behemoth slept with one of the hottest dragons that ever squeaked, so nothing bad occurred.

"That was close," said the behemoth. "The sex drove my awkward giddiness away via..."

"Zzzzzzzzz", a dragon's snore reverberated, covering all the grotto. The dragon snored soundly, until suddenly, KABOOOOM!

The smell of radiation reached the grotto; a loud fart had flooded past.

Meanwhile, Kim and Waldo met near Chihuahua to procreate, under pressure by Kanye to rap a song for mice who fap.
"We're heading for calamity in Russia/
Evidently it's vodka-fueled mania/
Chaotic insomnia causing Lithuania/
fappers to move into Prussia!"

Kim revealed lyrics.

"Rappers ain't fappers.
Fappers dig flappin
their dicks at damping
gangsta.."

"Boo!" yelled the angry behemoth, "gangsta rappin' woke me. What up?"

"We're engaging in romantic fappin',

The mouse ran away past the sleeping dragon. Suddenly, it heard a deep roar, which came from within the mysterious grotto. Cowering beneath the bushes, the mouse saw a huge, grey behemoth.

"Greetings, how would mouses squeak?" it said. "Like lions do?"

"Huh?" The awkward mouse could not think straight. "What do you mean? Lions don't like
squeaking!" the mouse shyly said.

"No, but my pastor says lions smell, sound and eat just like mice."

"Bullcrap! Lions roar, eat mice and fart disgustingly."

Later Kim, the Kardashian mouse awoke Toontown. It sounded Kanye-like, but was really high-pitched, like a kazoo. "The Kardashian family died," said Kim. "Trump fired them for squeaking."

"Huh?" said Jim the Hamster. "Why did they perish?"

"Because under Kanye's threat, the president would nuke Moscow and Kiev."

Meanwhile, the behemoth scratched behind his ears.

"Why are you so itchy?" the mouse asked.

"Squeaking is scratchy, my tail makes me giddy!" sang the behemoth, slurring drunkenly.

"Okay, Kim my friend warned me that Trump was dating Putin, so Kanye decided nuking Russia would cockblock their grandpappies."

"Who's Trump?"

"President of.."

"Huh?" the Behemoth slurred.

"Yeezy is comin', breh," said the rapper, smoking. Kanye West walked into a bush. He spoke slowly. "I have got to nuke some capitals."

"We can't destroy.."

"S**t!" cried the mouse, shock on his tiny face. The behemoth dropped unconscious, with a whiskey stain bigger than Russia's landmass.

The mouse erroneously thought that existentialism was the reason for cheesy events. So he pondered whether the behemoth was real.

Unknown circumstances caused Kim to lose her way and tell the police.

"Where's Waldo? My soldiers last saw him drinking prune juice with Kanye."

Meanwhile, the behemoth slept with one of the hottest dragons that ever squeaked, so nothing bad occurred.

"That was close," said the behemoth. "The sex drove my awkward giddiness away via..."

"Zzzzzzzzz", a dragon's snore reverberated, covering all the grotto. The dragon snored soundly, until suddenly, KABOOOOM!

The smell of radiation reached the grotto; a loud fart had flooded past.

Meanwhile, Kim and Waldo met near Chihuahua to procreate, under pressure by Kanye to rap a song for mice who fap.
"We're heading for calamity in Russia/
Evidently it's vodka-fueled mania/
Chaotic insomnia causing Lithuania/
fappers to move into Prussia!"

Kim revealed lyrics.

"Rappers ain't fappers.
Fappers dig flappin
their dicks at damping
gangsta.."

"Boo!" yelled the angry behemoth, "gangsta rappin' woke me. What up?"

"We're engaging in romantic fappin', 'cause

The mouse ran away past the sleeping dragon. Suddenly, it heard a deep roar, which came from within the mysterious grotto. Cowering beneath the bushes, the mouse saw a huge, grey behemoth.

"Greetings, how would mouses squeak?" it said. "Like lions do?"

"Huh?" The awkward mouse could not think straight. "What do you mean? Lions don't like
squeaking!" the mouse shyly said.

"No, but my pastor says lions smell, sound and eat just like mice."

"Bullcrap! Lions roar, eat mice and fart disgustingly."

Later Kim, the Kardashian mouse awoke Toontown. It sounded Kanye-like, but was really high-pitched, like a kazoo. "The Kardashian family died," said Kim. "Trump fired them for squeaking."

"Huh?" said Jim the Hamster. "Why did they perish?"

"Because under Kanye's threat, the president would nuke Moscow and Kiev."

Meanwhile, the behemoth scratched behind his ears.

"Why are you so itchy?" the mouse asked.

"Squeaking is scratchy, my tail makes me giddy!" sang the behemoth, slurring drunkenly.

"Okay, Kim my friend warned me that Trump was dating Putin, so Kanye decided nuking Russia would cockblock their grandpappies."

"Who's Trump?"

"President of.."

"Huh?" the Behemoth slurred.

"Yeezy is comin', breh," said the rapper, smoking. Kanye West walked into a bush. He spoke slowly. "I have got to nuke some capitals."

"We can't destroy.."

"S**t!" cried the mouse, shock on his tiny face. The behemoth dropped unconscious, with a whiskey stain bigger than Russia's landmass.

The mouse erroneously thought that existentialism was the reason for cheesy events. So he pondered whether the behemoth was real.

Unknown circumstances caused Kim to lose her way and tell the police.

"Where's Waldo? My soldiers last saw him drinking prune juice with Kanye."

Meanwhile, the behemoth slept with one of the hottest dragons that ever squeaked, so nothing bad occurred.

"That was close," said the behemoth. "The sex drove my awkward giddiness away via..."

"Zzzzzzzzz", a dragon's snore reverberated, covering all the grotto. The dragon snored soundly, until suddenly, KABOOOOM!

The smell of radiation reached the grotto; a loud fart had flooded past.

Meanwhile, Kim and Waldo met near Chihuahua to procreate, under pressure by Kanye to rap a song for mice who fap.
"We're heading for calamity in Russia/
Evidently it's vodka-fueled mania/
Chaotic insomnia causing Lithuania/
fappers to move into Prussia!"

Kim revealed lyrics.

"Rappers ain't fappers.
Fappers dig flappin
their dicks at damping
gangsta.."

"Boo!" yelled the angry behemoth, "gangsta rappin' woke me. What up?"

"We're engaging in romantic fappin',
'cause haters

The mouse ran away past the sleeping dragon. Suddenly, it heard a deep roar, which came from within the mysterious grotto. Cowering beneath the bushes, the mouse saw a huge, grey behemoth.

"Greetings, how would mouses squeak?" it said. "Like lions do?"

"Huh?" The awkward mouse could not think straight. "What do you mean? Lions don't like
squeaking!" the mouse shyly said.

"No, but my pastor says lions smell, sound and eat just like mice."

"Bullcrap! Lions roar, eat mice and fart disgustingly."

Later Kim, the Kardashian mouse awoke Toontown. It sounded Kanye-like, but was really high-pitched, like a kazoo. "The Kardashian family died," said Kim. "Trump fired them for squeaking."

"Huh?" said Jim the Hamster. "Why did they perish?"

"Because under Kanye's threat, the president would nuke Moscow and Kiev."

Meanwhile, the behemoth scratched behind his ears.

"Why are you so itchy?" the mouse asked.

"Squeaking is scratchy, my tail makes me giddy!" sang the behemoth, slurring drunkenly.

"Okay, Kim my friend warned me that Trump was dating Putin, so Kanye decided nuking Russia would cockblock their grandpappies."

"Who's Trump?"

"President of.."

"Huh?" the Behemoth slurred.

"Yeezy is comin', breh," said the rapper, smoking. Kanye West walked into a bush. He spoke slowly. "I have got to nuke some capitals."

"We can't destroy.."

"S**t!" cried the mouse, shock on his tiny face. The behemoth dropped unconscious, with a whiskey stain bigger than Russia's landmass.

The mouse erroneously thought that existentialism was the reason for cheesy events. So he pondered whether the behemoth was real.

Unknown circumstances caused Kim to lose her way and tell the police.

"Where's Waldo? My soldiers last saw him drinking prune juice with Kanye."

Meanwhile, the behemoth slept with one of the hottest dragons that ever squeaked, so nothing bad occurred.

"That was close," said the behemoth. "The sex drove my awkward giddiness away via..."

"Zzzzzzzzz", a dragon's snore reverberated, covering all the grotto. The dragon snored soundly, until suddenly, KABOOOOM!

The smell of radiation reached the grotto; a loud fart had flooded past.

Meanwhile, Kim and Waldo met near Chihuahua to procreate, under pressure by Kanye to rap a song for mice who fap.
"We're heading for calamity in Russia/
Evidently it's vodka-fueled mania/
Chaotic insomnia causing Lithuania/
fappers to move into Prussia!"

Kim revealed lyrics.

"Rappers ain't fappers.
Fappers dig flappin
their dicks at damping
gangsta.."

"Boo!" yelled the angry behemoth, "gangsta rappin' woke me. What up?"

"We're engaging in romantic fappin',
'cause haters hate

The mouse ran away past the sleeping dragon. Suddenly, it heard a deep roar, which came from within the mysterious grotto. Cowering beneath the bushes, the mouse saw a huge, grey behemoth.

"Greetings, how would mouses squeak?" it said. "Like lions do?"

"Huh?" The awkward mouse could not think straight. "What do you mean? Lions don't like
squeaking!" the mouse shyly said.

"No, but my pastor says lions smell, sound and eat just like mice."

"Bullcrap! Lions roar, eat mice and fart disgustingly."

Later Kim, the Kardashian mouse awoke Toontown. It sounded Kanye-like, but was really high-pitched, like a kazoo. "The Kardashian family died," said Kim. "Trump fired them for squeaking."

"Huh?" said Jim the Hamster. "Why did they perish?"

"Because under Kanye's threat, the president would nuke Moscow and Kiev."

Meanwhile, the behemoth scratched behind his ears.

"Why are you so itchy?" the mouse asked.

"Squeaking is scratchy, my tail makes me giddy!" sang the behemoth, slurring drunkenly.

"Okay, Kim my friend warned me that Trump was dating Putin, so Kanye decided nuking Russia would cockblock their grandpappies."

"Who's Trump?"

"President of.."

"Huh?" the Behemoth slurred.

"Yeezy is comin', breh," said the rapper, smoking. Kanye West walked into a bush. He spoke slowly. "I have got to nuke some capitals."

"We can't destroy.."

"S**t!" cried the mouse, shock on his tiny face. The behemoth dropped unconscious, with a whiskey stain bigger than Russia's landmass.

The mouse erroneously thought that existentialism was the reason for cheesy events. So he pondered whether the behemoth was real.

Unknown circumstances caused Kim to lose her way and tell the police.

"Where's Waldo? My soldiers last saw him drinking prune juice with Kanye."

Meanwhile, the behemoth slept with one of the hottest dragons that ever squeaked, so nothing bad occurred.

"That was close," said the behemoth. "The sex drove my awkward giddiness away via..."

"Zzzzzzzzz", a dragon's snore reverberated, covering all the grotto. The dragon snored soundly, until suddenly, KABOOOOM!

The smell of radiation reached the grotto; a loud fart had flooded past.

Meanwhile, Kim and Waldo met near Chihuahua to procreate, under pressure by Kanye to rap a song for mice who fap.
"We're heading for calamity in Russia/
Evidently it's vodka-fueled mania/
Chaotic insomnia causing Lithuania/
fappers to move into Prussia!"

Kim revealed lyrics.

"Rappers ain't fappers.
Fappers dig flappin
their dicks at damping
gangsta.."

"Boo!" yelled the angry behemoth, "gangsta rappin' woke me. What up?"

"We're engaging in romantic fappin',
'cause haters hate
Gangsta

The mouse ran away past the sleeping dragon. Suddenly, it heard a deep roar, which came from within the mysterious grotto. Cowering beneath the bushes, the mouse saw a huge, grey behemoth.

"Greetings, how would mouses squeak?" it said. "Like lions do?"

"Huh?" The awkward mouse could not think straight. "What do you mean? Lions don't like
squeaking!" the mouse shyly said.

"No, but my pastor says lions smell, sound and eat just like mice."

"Bullcrap! Lions roar, eat mice and fart disgustingly."

Later Kim, the Kardashian mouse awoke Toontown. It sounded Kanye-like, but was really high-pitched, like a kazoo. "The Kardashian family died," said Kim. "Trump fired them for squeaking."

"Huh?" said Jim the Hamster. "Why did they perish?"

"Because under Kanye's threat, the president would nuke Moscow and Kiev."

Meanwhile, the behemoth scratched behind his ears.

"Why are you so itchy?" the mouse asked.

"Squeaking is scratchy, my tail makes me giddy!" sang the behemoth, slurring drunkenly.

"Okay, Kim my friend warned me that Trump was dating Putin, so Kanye decided nuking Russia would cockblock their grandpappies."

"Who's Trump?"

"President of.."

"Huh?" the Behemoth slurred.

"Yeezy is comin', breh," said the rapper, smoking. Kanye West walked into a bush. He spoke slowly. "I have got to nuke some capitals."

"We can't destroy.."

"S**t!" cried the mouse, shock on his tiny face. The behemoth dropped unconscious, with a whiskey stain bigger than Russia's landmass.

The mouse erroneously thought that existentialism was the reason for cheesy events. So he pondered whether the behemoth was real.

Unknown circumstances caused Kim to lose her way and tell the police.

"Where's Waldo? My soldiers last saw him drinking prune juice with Kanye."

Meanwhile, the behemoth slept with one of the hottest dragons that ever squeaked, so nothing bad occurred.

"That was close," said the behemoth. "The sex drove my awkward giddiness away via..."

"Zzzzzzzzz", a dragon's snore reverberated, covering all the grotto. The dragon snored soundly, until suddenly, KABOOOOM!

The smell of radiation reached the grotto; a loud fart had flooded past.

Meanwhile, Kim and Waldo met near Chihuahua to procreate, under pressure by Kanye to rap a song for mice who fap.
"We're heading for calamity in Russia/
Evidently it's vodka-fueled mania/
Chaotic insomnia causing Lithuania/
fappers to move into Prussia!"

Kim revealed lyrics.

"Rappers ain't fappers.
Fappers dig flappin
their dicks at damping
gangsta.."

"Boo!" yelled the angry behemoth, "gangsta rappin' woke me. What up?"

"We're engaging in romantic fappin',
'cause haters hate
Gangsta jackin."

The mouse ran away past the sleeping dragon. Suddenly, it heard a deep roar, which came from within the mysterious grotto. Cowering beneath the bushes, the mouse saw a huge, grey behemoth.

"Greetings, how would mouses squeak?" it said. "Like lions do?"

"Huh?" The awkward mouse could not think straight. "What do you mean? Lions don't like
squeaking!" the mouse shyly said.

"No, but my pastor says lions smell, sound and eat just like mice."

"Bullcrap! Lions roar, eat mice and fart disgustingly."

Later Kim, the Kardashian mouse awoke Toontown. It sounded Kanye-like, but was really high-pitched, like a kazoo. "The Kardashian family died," said Kim. "Trump fired them for squeaking."

"Huh?" said Jim the Hamster. "Why did they perish?"

"Because under Kanye's threat, the president would nuke Moscow and Kiev."

Meanwhile, the behemoth scratched behind his ears.

"Why are you so itchy?" the mouse asked.

"Squeaking is scratchy, my tail makes me giddy!" sang the behemoth, slurring drunkenly.

"Okay, Kim my friend warned me that Trump was dating Putin, so Kanye decided nuking Russia would cockblock their grandpappies."

"Who's Trump?"

"President of.."

"Huh?" the Behemoth slurred.

"Yeezy is comin', breh," said the rapper, smoking. Kanye West walked into a bush. He spoke slowly. "I have got to nuke some capitals."

"We can't destroy.."

"S**t!" cried the mouse, shock on his tiny face. The behemoth dropped unconscious, with a whiskey stain bigger than Russia's landmass.

The mouse erroneously thought that existentialism was the reason for cheesy events. So he pondered whether the behemoth was real.

Unknown circumstances caused Kim to lose her way and tell the police.

"Where's Waldo? My soldiers last saw him drinking prune juice with Kanye."

Meanwhile, the behemoth slept with one of the hottest dragons that ever squeaked, so nothing bad occurred.

"That was close," said the behemoth. "The sex drove my awkward giddiness away via..."

"Zzzzzzzzz", a dragon's snore reverberated, covering all the grotto. The dragon snored soundly, until suddenly, KABOOOOM!

The smell of radiation reached the grotto; a loud fart had flooded past.

Meanwhile, Kim and Waldo met near Chihuahua to procreate, under pressure by Kanye to rap a song for mice who fap.
"We're heading for calamity in Russia/
Evidently it's vodka-fueled mania/
Chaotic insomnia causing Lithuania/
fappers to move into Prussia!"

Kim revealed lyrics.

"Rappers ain't fappers.
Fappers dig flappin
their dicks at damping
gangsta.."

"Boo!" yelled the angry behemoth, "gangsta rappin' woke me. What up?"

"We're engaging in romantic fappin',
'cause haters hate
Gangsta jackin."

"What

Is Waldo the mouse from the beginning?

The mouse ran away past the sleeping dragon. Suddenly, it heard a deep roar, which came from within the mysterious grotto. Cowering beneath the bushes, the mouse saw a huge, grey behemoth.

"Greetings, how would mouses squeak?" it said. "Like lions do?"

"Huh?" The awkward mouse could not think straight. "What do you mean? Lions don't like
squeaking!" the mouse shyly said.

"No, but my pastor says lions smell, sound and eat just like mice."

"Bullcrap! Lions roar, eat mice and fart disgustingly."

Later Kim, the Kardashian mouse awoke Toontown. It sounded Kanye-like, but was really high-pitched, like a kazoo. "The Kardashian family died," said Kim. "Trump fired them for squeaking."

"Huh?" said Jim the Hamster. "Why did they perish?"

"Because under Kanye's threat, the president would nuke Moscow and Kiev."

Meanwhile, the behemoth scratched behind his ears.

"Why are you so itchy?" the mouse asked.

"Squeaking is scratchy, my tail makes me giddy!" sang the behemoth, slurring drunkenly.

"Okay, Kim my friend warned me that Trump was dating Putin, so Kanye decided nuking Russia would cockblock their grandpappies."

"Who's Trump?"

"President of.."

"Huh?" the Behemoth slurred.

"Yeezy is comin', breh," said the rapper, smoking. Kanye West walked into a bush. He spoke slowly. "I have got to nuke some capitals."

"We can't destroy.."

"S**t!" cried the mouse, shock on his tiny face. The behemoth dropped unconscious, with a whiskey stain bigger than Russia's landmass.

The mouse erroneously thought that existentialism was the reason for cheesy events. So he pondered whether the behemoth was real.

Unknown circumstances caused Kim to lose her way and tell the police.

"Where's Waldo? My soldiers last saw him drinking prune juice with Kanye."

Meanwhile, the behemoth slept with one of the hottest dragons that ever squeaked, so nothing bad occurred.

"That was close," said the behemoth. "The sex drove my awkward giddiness away via..."

"Zzzzzzzzz", a dragon's snore reverberated, covering all the grotto. The dragon snored soundly, until suddenly, KABOOOOM!

The smell of radiation reached the grotto; a loud fart had flooded past.

Meanwhile, Kim and Waldo met near Chihuahua to procreate, under pressure by Kanye to rap a song for mice who fap.
"We're heading for calamity in Russia/
Evidently it's vodka-fueled mania/
Chaotic insomnia causing Lithuania/
fappers to move into Prussia!"

Kim revealed lyrics.

"Rappers ain't fappers.
Fappers dig flappin
their dicks at damping
gangsta.."

"Boo!" yelled the angry behemoth, "gangsta rappin' woke me. What up?"

"We're engaging in romantic fappin',
'cause haters hate
Gangsta jackin."

"What?"

Meanwhile

(I think so. There's also Jim the Hamster, who has yet to make an appearance again.)

The mouse ran away past the sleeping dragon. Suddenly, it heard a deep roar, which came from within the mysterious grotto. Cowering beneath the bushes, the mouse saw a huge, grey behemoth.

"Greetings, how would mouses squeak?" it said. "Like lions do?"

"Huh?" The awkward mouse could not think straight. "What do you mean? Lions don't like
squeaking!" the mouse shyly said.

"No, but my pastor says lions smell, sound and eat just like mice."

"Bullcrap! Lions roar, eat mice and fart disgustingly."

Later Kim, the Kardashian mouse awoke Toontown. It sounded Kanye-like, but was really high-pitched, like a kazoo. "The Kardashian family died," said Kim. "Trump fired them for squeaking."

"Huh?" said Jim the Hamster. "Why did they perish?"

"Because under Kanye's threat, the president would nuke Moscow and Kiev."

Meanwhile, the behemoth scratched behind his ears.

"Why are you so itchy?" the mouse asked.

"Squeaking is scratchy, my tail makes me giddy!" sang the behemoth, slurring drunkenly.

"Okay, Kim my friend warned me that Trump was dating Putin, so Kanye decided nuking Russia would cockblock their grandpappies."

"Who's Trump?"

"President of.."

"Huh?" the Behemoth slurred.

"Yeezy is comin', breh," said the rapper, smoking. Kanye West walked into a bush. He spoke slowly. "I have got to nuke some capitals."

"We can't destroy.."

"S**t!" cried the mouse, shock on his tiny face. The behemoth dropped unconscious, with a whiskey stain bigger than Russia's landmass.

The mouse erroneously thought that existentialism was the reason for cheesy events. So he pondered whether the behemoth was real.

Unknown circumstances caused Kim to lose her way and tell the police.

"Where's Waldo? My soldiers last saw him drinking prune juice with Kanye."

Meanwhile, the behemoth slept with one of the hottest dragons that ever squeaked, so nothing bad occurred.

"That was close," said the behemoth. "The sex drove my awkward giddiness away via..."

"Zzzzzzzzz", a dragon's snore reverberated, covering all the grotto. The dragon snored soundly, until suddenly, KABOOOOM!

The smell of radiation reached the grotto; a loud fart had flooded past.

Meanwhile, Kim and Waldo met near Chihuahua to procreate, under pressure by Kanye to rap a song for mice who fap.
"We're heading for calamity in Russia/
Evidently it's vodka-fueled mania/
Chaotic insomnia causing Lithuania/
fappers to move into Prussia!"

Kim revealed lyrics.

"Rappers ain't fappers.
Fappers dig flappin
their dicks at damping
gangsta.."

"Boo!" yelled the angry behemoth, "gangsta rappin' woke me. What up?"

"We're engaging in romantic fappin',
'cause haters hate
Gangsta jackin."

"What?"

Meanwhile, Kanye

The mouse ran away past the sleeping dragon. Suddenly, it heard a deep roar, which came from within the mysterious grotto. Cowering beneath the bushes, the mouse saw a huge, grey behemoth.

"Greetings, how would mouses squeak?" it said. "Like lions do?"

"Huh?" The awkward mouse could not think straight. "What do you mean? Lions don't like
squeaking!" the mouse shyly said.

"No, but my pastor says lions smell, sound and eat just like mice."

"Bullcrap! Lions roar, eat mice and fart disgustingly."

Later Kim, the Kardashian mouse awoke Toontown. It sounded Kanye-like, but was really high-pitched, like a kazoo. "The Kardashian family died," said Kim. "Trump fired them for squeaking."

"Huh?" said Jim the Hamster. "Why did they perish?"

"Because under Kanye's threat, the president would nuke Moscow and Kiev."

Meanwhile, the behemoth scratched behind his ears.

"Why are you so itchy?" the mouse asked.

"Squeaking is scratchy, my tail makes me giddy!" sang the behemoth, slurring drunkenly.

"Okay, Kim my friend warned me that Trump was dating Putin, so Kanye decided nuking Russia would cockblock their grandpappies."

"Who's Trump?"

"President of.."

"Huh?" the Behemoth slurred.

"Yeezy is comin', breh," said the rapper, smoking. Kanye West walked into a bush. He spoke slowly. "I have got to nuke some capitals."

"We can't destroy.."

"S**t!" cried the mouse, shock on his tiny face. The behemoth dropped unconscious, with a whiskey stain bigger than Russia's landmass.

The mouse erroneously thought that existentialism was the reason for cheesy events. So he pondered whether the behemoth was real.

Unknown circumstances caused Kim to lose her way and tell the police.

"Where's Waldo? My soldiers last saw him drinking prune juice with Kanye."

Meanwhile, the behemoth slept with one of the hottest dragons that ever squeaked, so nothing bad occurred.

"That was close," said the behemoth. "The sex drove my awkward giddiness away via..."

"Zzzzzzzzz", a dragon's snore reverberated, covering all the grotto. The dragon snored soundly, until suddenly, KABOOOOM!

The smell of radiation reached the grotto; a loud fart had flooded past.

Meanwhile, Kim and Waldo met near Chihuahua to procreate, under pressure by Kanye to rap a song for mice who fap.
"We're heading for calamity in Russia/
Evidently it's vodka-fueled mania/
Chaotic insomnia causing Lithuania/
fappers to move into Prussia!"

Kim revealed lyrics.

"Rappers ain't fappers.
Fappers dig flappin
their dicks at damping
gangsta.."

"Boo!" yelled the angry behemoth, "gangsta rappin' woke me. What up?"

"We're engaging in romantic fappin',
'cause haters hate
Gangsta jackin."

"What?"

Meanwhile, Kanye was

The mouse ran away past the sleeping dragon. Suddenly, it heard a deep roar, which came from within the mysterious grotto. Cowering beneath the bushes, the mouse saw a huge, grey behemoth.

"Greetings, how would mouses squeak?" it said. "Like lions do?"

"Huh?" The awkward mouse could not think straight. "What do you mean? Lions don't like
squeaking!" the mouse shyly said.

"No, but my pastor says lions smell, sound and eat just like mice."

"Bullcrap! Lions roar, eat mice and fart disgustingly."

Later Kim, the Kardashian mouse awoke Toontown. It sounded Kanye-like, but was really high-pitched, like a kazoo. "The Kardashian family died," said Kim. "Trump fired them for squeaking."

"Huh?" said Jim the Hamster. "Why did they perish?"

"Because under Kanye's threat, the president would nuke Moscow and Kiev."

Meanwhile, the behemoth scratched behind his ears.

"Why are you so itchy?" the mouse asked.

"Squeaking is scratchy, my tail makes me giddy!" sang the behemoth, slurring drunkenly.

"Okay, Kim my friend warned me that Trump was dating Putin, so Kanye decided nuking Russia would cockblock their grandpappies."

"Who's Trump?"

"President of.."

"Huh?" the Behemoth slurred.

"Yeezy is comin', breh," said the rapper, smoking. Kanye West walked into a bush. He spoke slowly. "I have got to nuke some capitals."

"We can't destroy.."

"S**t!" cried the mouse, shock on his tiny face. The behemoth dropped unconscious, with a whiskey stain bigger than Russia's landmass.

The mouse erroneously thought that existentialism was the reason for cheesy events. So he pondered whether the behemoth was real.

Unknown circumstances caused Kim to lose her way and tell the police.

"Where's Waldo? My soldiers last saw him drinking prune juice with Kanye."

Meanwhile, the behemoth slept with one of the hottest dragons that ever squeaked, so nothing bad occurred.

"That was close," said the behemoth. "The sex drove my awkward giddiness away via..."

"Zzzzzzzzz", a dragon's snore reverberated, covering all the grotto. The dragon snored soundly, until suddenly, KABOOOOM!

The smell of radiation reached the grotto; a loud fart had flooded past.

Meanwhile, Kim and Waldo met near Chihuahua to procreate, under pressure by Kanye to rap a song for mice who fap.
"We're heading for calamity in Russia/
Evidently it's vodka-fueled mania/
Chaotic insomnia causing Lithuania/
fappers to move into Prussia!"

Kim revealed lyrics.

"Rappers ain't fappers.
Fappers dig flappin
their dicks at damping
gangsta.."

"Boo!" yelled the angry behemoth. "Gangsta rappin' woke me. What up?"

"We're engaging in romantic fappin',
'cause haters hate
Gangsta jackin."

"What?"

Meanwhile, Kanye was composing

The mouse ran away past the sleeping dragon. Suddenly, it heard a deep roar, which came from within the mysterious grotto. Cowering beneath the bushes, the mouse saw a huge, grey behemoth.

"Greetings, how would mouses squeak?" it said. "Like lions do?"

"Huh?" The awkward mouse could not think straight. "What do you mean? Lions don't like
squeaking!" the mouse shyly said.

"No, but my pastor says lions smell, sound and eat just like mice."

"Bullcrap! Lions roar, eat mice and fart disgustingly."

Later Kim, the Kardashian mouse awoke Toontown. It sounded Kanye-like, but was really high-pitched, like a kazoo. "The Kardashian family died," said Kim. "Trump fired them for squeaking."

"Huh?" said Jim the Hamster. "Why did they perish?"

"Because under Kanye's threat, the president would nuke Moscow and Kiev."

Meanwhile, the behemoth scratched behind his ears.

"Why are you so itchy?" the mouse asked.

"Squeaking is scratchy, my tail makes me giddy!" sang the behemoth, slurring drunkenly.

"Okay, Kim my friend warned me that Trump was dating Putin, so Kanye decided nuking Russia would cockblock their grandpappies."

"Who's Trump?"

"President of.."

"Huh?" the Behemoth slurred.

"Yeezy is comin', breh," said the rapper, smoking. Kanye West walked into a bush. He spoke slowly. "I have got to nuke some capitals."

"We can't destroy.."

"S**t!" cried the mouse, shock on his tiny face. The behemoth dropped unconscious, with a whiskey stain bigger than Russia's landmass.

The mouse erroneously thought that existentialism was the reason for cheesy events. So he pondered whether the behemoth was real.

Unknown circumstances caused Kim to lose her way and tell the police.

"Where's Waldo? My soldiers last saw him drinking prune juice with Kanye."

Meanwhile, the behemoth slept with one of the hottest dragons that ever squeaked, so nothing bad occurred.

"That was close," said the behemoth. "The sex drove my awkward giddiness away via..."

"Zzzzzzzzz", a dragon's snore reverberated, covering all the grotto. The dragon snored soundly, until suddenly, KABOOOOM!

The smell of radiation reached the grotto; a loud fart had flooded past.

Meanwhile, Kim and Waldo met near Chihuahua to procreate, under pressure by Kanye to rap a song for mice who fap.
"We're heading for calamity in Russia/
Evidently it's vodka-fueled mania/
Chaotic insomnia causing Lithuania/
fappers to move into Prussia!"

Kim revealed lyrics.

"Rappers ain't fappers.
Fappers dig flappin
their dicks at damping
gangsta.."

"Boo!" yelled the angry behemoth. "Gangsta rappin' woke me. What up?"

"We're engaging in romantic fappin',
'cause haters hate
Gangsta jackin."

"What?"

Meanwhile, Kanye was composing nukes

The mouse ran away past the sleeping dragon. Suddenly, it heard a deep roar, which came from within the mysterious grotto. Cowering beneath the bushes, the mouse saw a huge, grey behemoth.

"Greetings, how would mouses squeak?" it said. "Like lions do?"

"Huh?" The awkward mouse could not think straight. "What do you mean? Lions don't like
squeaking!" the mouse shyly said.

"No, but my pastor says lions smell, sound and eat just like mice."

"Bullcrap! Lions roar, eat mice and fart disgustingly."

Later Kim, the Kardashian mouse awoke Toontown. It sounded Kanye-like, but was really high-pitched, like a kazoo. "The Kardashian family died," said Kim. "Trump fired them for squeaking."

"Huh?" said Jim the Hamster. "Why did they perish?"

"Because under Kanye's threat, the president would nuke Moscow and Kiev."

Meanwhile, the behemoth scratched behind his ears.

"Why are you so itchy?" the mouse asked.

"Squeaking is scratchy, my tail makes me giddy!" sang the behemoth, slurring drunkenly.

"Okay, Kim my friend warned me that Trump was dating Putin, so Kanye decided nuking Russia would cockblock their grandpappies."

"Who's Trump?"

"President of.."

"Huh?" the Behemoth slurred.

"Yeezy is comin', breh," said the rapper, smoking. Kanye West walked into a bush. He spoke slowly. "I have got to nuke some capitals."

"We can't destroy.."

"S**t!" cried the mouse, shock on his tiny face. The behemoth dropped unconscious, with a whiskey stain bigger than Russia's landmass.

The mouse erroneously thought that existentialism was the reason for cheesy events. So he pondered whether the behemoth was real.

Unknown circumstances caused Kim to lose her way and tell the police.

"Where's Waldo? My soldiers last saw him drinking prune juice with Kanye."

Meanwhile, the behemoth slept with one of the hottest dragons that ever squeaked, so nothing bad occurred.

"That was close," said the behemoth. "The sex drove my awkward giddiness away via..."

"Zzzzzzzzz", a dragon's snore reverberated, covering all the grotto. The dragon snored soundly, until suddenly, KABOOOOM!

The smell of radiation reached the grotto; a loud fart had flooded past.

Meanwhile, Kim and Waldo met near Chihuahua to procreate, under pressure by Kanye to rap a song for mice who fap.
"We're heading for calamity in Russia/
Evidently it's vodka-fueled mania/
Chaotic insomnia causing Lithuania/
fappers to move into Prussia!"

Kim revealed lyrics.

"Rappers ain't fappers.
Fappers dig flappin
their dicks at damping
gangsta.."

"Boo!" yelled the angry behemoth. "Gangsta rappin' woke me. What up?"

"We're engaging in romantic fappin',
'cause haters hate
Gangsta jackin."

"What?"

Meanwhile, Kanye was composing nukes for

The mouse ran away past the sleeping dragon. Suddenly, it heard a deep roar, which came from within the mysterious grotto. Cowering beneath the bushes, the mouse saw a huge, grey behemoth.

"Greetings, how would mouses squeak?" it said. "Like lions do?"

"Huh?" The awkward mouse could not think straight. "What do you mean? Lions don't like
squeaking!" the mouse shyly said.

"No, but my pastor says lions smell, sound and eat just like mice."

"Bullcrap! Lions roar, eat mice and fart disgustingly."

Later Kim, the Kardashian mouse awoke Toontown. It sounded Kanye-like, but was really high-pitched, like a kazoo. "The Kardashian family died," said Kim. "Trump fired them for squeaking."

"Huh?" said Jim the Hamster. "Why did they perish?"

"Because under Kanye's threat, the president would nuke Moscow and Kiev."

Meanwhile, the behemoth scratched behind his ears.

"Why are you so itchy?" the mouse asked.

"Squeaking is scratchy, my tail makes me giddy!" sang the behemoth, slurring drunkenly.

"Okay, Kim my friend warned me that Trump was dating Putin, so Kanye decided nuking Russia would cockblock their grandpappies."

"Who's Trump?"

"President of.."

"Huh?" the Behemoth slurred.

"Yeezy is comin', breh," said the rapper, smoking. Kanye West walked into a bush. He spoke slowly. "I have got to nuke some capitals."

"We can't destroy.."

"S**t!" cried the mouse, shock on his tiny face. The behemoth dropped unconscious, with a whiskey stain bigger than Russia's landmass.

The mouse erroneously thought that existentialism was the reason for cheesy events. So he pondered whether the behemoth was real.

Unknown circumstances caused Kim to lose her way and tell the police.

"Where's Waldo? My soldiers last saw him drinking prune juice with Kanye."

Meanwhile, the behemoth slept with one of the hottest dragons that ever squeaked, so nothing bad occurred.

"That was close," said the behemoth. "The sex drove my awkward giddiness away via..."

"Zzzzzzzzz", a dragon's snore reverberated, covering all the grotto. The dragon snored soundly, until suddenly, KABOOOOM!

The smell of radiation reached the grotto; a loud fart had flooded past.

Meanwhile, Kim and Waldo met near Chihuahua to procreate, under pressure by Kanye to rap a song for mice who fap.
"We're heading for calamity in Russia/
Evidently it's vodka-fueled mania/
Chaotic insomnia causing Lithuania/
fappers to move into Prussia!"

Kim revealed lyrics.

"Rappers ain't fappers.
Fappers dig flappin
their dicks at damping
gangsta.."

"Boo!" yelled the angry behemoth. "Gangsta rappin' woke me. What up?"

"We're engaging in romantic fappin',
'cause haters hate
Gangsta jackin."

"What?"

Meanwhile, Kanye was composing nukes for destruction

The mouse ran away past the sleeping dragon. Suddenly, it heard a deep roar, which came from within the mysterious grotto. Cowering beneath the bushes, the mouse saw a huge, grey behemoth.

"Greetings, how would mouses squeak?" it said. "Like lions do?"

"Huh?" The awkward mouse could not think straight. "What do you mean? Lions don't like
squeaking!" the mouse shyly said.

"No, but my pastor says lions smell, sound and eat just like mice."

"Bullcrap! Lions roar, eat mice and fart disgustingly."

Later Kim, the Kardashian mouse awoke Toontown. It sounded Kanye-like, but was really high-pitched, like a kazoo. "The Kardashian family died," said Kim. "Trump fired them for squeaking."

"Huh?" said Jim the Hamster. "Why did they perish?"

"Because under Kanye's threat, the president would nuke Moscow and Kiev."

Meanwhile, the behemoth scratched behind his ears.

"Why are you so itchy?" the mouse asked.

"Squeaking is scratchy, my tail makes me giddy!" sang the behemoth, slurring drunkenly.

"Okay, Kim my friend warned me that Trump was dating Putin, so Kanye decided nuking Russia would cockblock their grandpappies."

"Who's Trump?"

"President of.."

"Huh?" the Behemoth slurred.

"Yeezy is comin', breh," said the rapper, smoking. Kanye West walked into a bush. He spoke slowly. "I have got to nuke some capitals."

"We can't destroy.."

"S**t!" cried the mouse, shock on his tiny face. The behemoth dropped unconscious, with a whiskey stain bigger than Russia's landmass.

The mouse erroneously thought that existentialism was the reason for cheesy events. So he pondered whether the behemoth was real.

Unknown circumstances caused Kim to lose her way and tell the police.

"Where's Waldo? My soldiers last saw him drinking prune juice with Kanye."

Meanwhile, the behemoth slept with one of the hottest dragons that ever squeaked, so nothing bad occurred.

"That was close," said the behemoth. "The sex drove my awkward giddiness away via..."

"Zzzzzzzzz", a dragon's snore reverberated, covering all the grotto. The dragon snored soundly, until suddenly, KABOOOOM!

The smell of radiation reached the grotto; a loud fart had flooded past.

Meanwhile, Kim and Waldo met near Chihuahua to procreate, under pressure by Kanye to rap a song for mice who fap.
"We're heading for calamity in Russia/
Evidently it's vodka-fueled mania/
Chaotic insomnia causing Lithuania/
fappers to move into Prussia!"

Kim revealed lyrics.

"Rappers ain't fappers.
Fappers dig flappin
their dicks at damping
gangsta.."

"Boo!" yelled the angry behemoth. "Gangsta rappin' woke me. What up?"

"We're engaging in romantic fappin',
'cause haters hate
Gangsta jackin."

"What?"

Meanwhile, Kanye was composing nukes for destruction of