SETTING: THE PALS ARE TRYING TO CONSTRUCT A BUS.

STIFFY McWEEN: MY PARENTS MUST HAVE HATED ME.

JAYNO-JAYNO: WE SHALL MAKE THIS BUS OUT OF AN OLD OUTHOUSE.

THE PALS RAISED AN EYEBROW TO THIS INTRIGUING IDEA.

RICKY TOPLESS: OH SIR! SIR! HOW ABOUT 10 OUTHOUSES!!!

THE PALS CLAPPED BUT ONLY HALF OF THEM HAD HANDS.

JOEY THE MUNK: WHAT IS THE POINT OF THIS BUS?

THE PALS LOOKED AT HIM WITH DISGUST.

FRIG-FRIG: TO TORMENT THE CITY OF COURSE. AND TO FINALLY BE ABLE TO POOP WHEREVER I WANT.

SAGGY SAM: THIS BUS WILL HAVE NO WHEELS, SO WE NEED SOME LARGE CREATURES TO PULL IT LIKE A SLED.

CROCKPOT: AHH! THE BEAUTIFUL SOUND OF THE OUTHOUSE BUS SCRAPING DOWN THE STREET WILL BE MUSIC TO MY EARS!

RIM-RIM: WE CAN HAVE THESE FORTY CATS PULL THE BUS. THEY ALREADY HAVE HARNESSES.

THEY TIED THEM TO THE BUS. SOME HAD NO HARNESSES SO THEY JUST WELDED THEIR TAILS TO THE BUS.

STICKY SAM: GUYS HELP! IM STUCK UNDER THE BUS. HELP! IT SMELLS LIKE HARDEES UNDER HERE.

MICK-MICK: OK, NOW WE NEED A SLOGAN FOR THE BUS. A CATCH PHRASE IF YOU WILL.

TOWERING TIN: "BIFF BUS, IF YOU CANT POOP IN PUBLIC, YOU ARE NOT IN AMERICA."

FRAGGLE-FRAGGLE: "THE OUTHOUSE BUS, SCRAPING DOWN THE STREET IN GLORY AND FREEDOM."

PRINCE-PRINCE: "THE BUS OF POOP. IF YOU ARE RIDING WITH US, THEN YOU ARE RIDING IN AN OUTHOUSE PULLED BY FORTY CATS."

SANTA-SANTA: "THE SCRAPE BUS. THE REASON WHY AMERICA IS FREE."

GRIP-GRIP: "THE JOHN BUS. SLIDING THROUGH TOWN IN STYLE WHILE YOU LOOK AT FORTY CAT BUTTS."

FREDDY THE TOAD: "ITS HEAVEN ON WHEELS".

PRINCE-PRINCE: BUT IT HAS NO WHEELS.

THEY LOOKED TO FREDDY THE TOAD AND FOUND THAT HE WAS A ROLLED UP BALL OF SOCKS.

GORGEOUS TIM: THIS BUS NEEDS MORE LACE.

THE PALS KICKED GORGEOUS TIM UNTIL HIS LUNGS WERE DOWN THE STREET FROM HIM.

MICK-MICK: OK! THE BUS IS READY! ALL ABOARD!

MICK-MICK HAD A TRAIN CONDUCTOR HAT ON. IT HAD BLOOD STAINS ON IT AND PART OF SOMEBODY'S SCALP WAS INSIDE IT.

HE WHIPPED THE CATS AND THE BUS STARTED TO MOVE WITH A HORRIBLE SCRAPING SOUND AND THE MOANS OF THE FORTY CATS. THEY ENTERED DOWNTOWN AND THE CITIZENS JUST LOOKED WITH AMAZEMENT. THEY PULLED UP NEXT TO A HOT ROD AT ONE OF THE STOPLIGHTS. THE HOD ROD REVED ITS ENGINE. MICK-MICK REVED THE CATS. THE LIGHT TURNED GREEN AND THEY BOTH SPED OFF. THE PALS WON THE RACE AND THE HOD ROD GUY ENDED UP PUNCHING HIMSELF UNTIL HE WENT INTO A COMA.

PIRATE McBILKOS: ARRRRRRRRRR MATEY! THIS BUS IS LIKE ME SHIP! ONLY MY SHIP HAS A BIGGER POOP DECK. ARR HAR HAR! MATEY! MATEY!

MICK-MICK: THIS IS THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE.

THEN THEY NOTICED A COP BEHIND THEM WAS PULLING THEM OVER. MICK-MICK DROVE THE BUS TO THE SIDE OF THE ROAD. THE COP CAME TO THE FRONT AND SPOKE TO MICK-MICK.

COP: CAN I SEE YOUR BUS LICENSE?

MICK-MICK: YES HERE IT IS.

MICK-MICK TOOK ABOUT A MINUTE THEN HANDED THE COP HIS LICENSE.

COP: HEY WAIT A MINUTE! YOU JUST DREW THIS WITH CRAYONS.

BUT BY THEN THE BUS HAD DISAPPEARED INTO THE DISTANCE. ITS MYSTERIOUS LEGEND WILL REMAIN FOR ALL TIME A MYSTERIOUS LEGEND. AND IF YOU HEAR THE SOUND OF FORTY MOANING CATS PULLING 10 OUTHOUSES, THEN YOU WILL KNOW THAT YOUR DREAMS HAVE COME TRUE.

ALL OF THE PALS WERE KILLED.