"Call me Fowzella the Fierce. No, call me

"Call me Fowzella the Fierce. No, call me Ingrid Widdershins. Wait... Nadia... erm... Fine. I'm Jenny. I'm an aspiring time travel travel detective, but I've failed all the exams.

Detective Manatee grumbled something under his breath and reluctantly wrote down Fowzella, Ingrid, Nadia, and Jenny's story. All he wanted was for this nut case to go away so he

could go back into retirement in Pensacola. Dr.Chilbot drank up all their profits but formerly retired Det.Manatee enjoyed the title Mixologist Manatee. Now Fowzella & her sisters

hung out at Chilbot's Corner Bar every night trying to mooch free drinks out of Manatee. "You know I love ya," he said to Fowzilla and her sisters, "but booze costs money and you

look like the type of broad who doesn't know the meaning of the word." Fowzilla's face broke out into a fit of spasms making her unibrow appear to be inching across her forehead.

Jake noticed, and instantly became aroused. He blushed and covered his shame with a large hubcap that had no earthly reason for being within arms reach. Then, he started scrunching

the family jewels into the hubcap until it looked as if his shame was being served on a silver platter and passed off as bratwurst ala meatloaf at the White House dinner party.

The Royal moose was offended beyond words when he was served his great uncle's house divided into rooms housing his least favourite foods. He wanted to see the view of Buckingham

the Duke of Lindsey out near the Firth of Cylon Acres, in the deep forests of Moose Noose the Goosed before the First Generation of Man and the Daughters of the Nephilim and their