Mrs. Crepuscule looked out upon the playground.

Mrs. Crepuscule looked out upon the playground. She was an orphan with no children of her own. But when her students opened umbrellas and started screaming on a nice spring day,

little did she know there would be more orphans that day. The mutt next door, called "Hot" by its vaudevillian Professor owner, went nuts when screaming children opened umbrellas

and raked their little fingernails across chalkboards. Hot Dog had quite enough of those pesky neighborhood kids. The Professor concurred. Together, they plotted their revenge on

HITLER the evil jerbal from mars,

realized that small pets are not appropriate in any venue, accepted he was just vermin- vermin responsible for the London blitz.

The man that had taught him and his fellow vermin to fly little planes was both a mad genius and a master of cuteness. Had the London blitz been too much?

He'd done the Boston Crab, the Mashed Potatoes and the twist. Now those dances were far out. But did the London Blitz take it too far he wondered. The dance move was created by an

old limey Brit during the 1700's. Sure, the hipsters would dig it, but his girlfriend? She liked Weezer, but she also listened to Justin Bieber. Even now she could be packing her

of the things he loves about her. Her bewildering Bieber fanaticism complimented his penchant for mindless, sappy love songs. They were perfect for each other.