The large man in the pink pants caught a

The large man in the pink pants caught a frog.

In his throat. The frog just got stuck there in his esophagus. Mr. Pink Pants wasn't French. He gestured to the Maitre d' about his predicament, but he just laughed. Pantomime?

are you doing? We've got a frog infestation here and could really use your help!" Mr. Pink Pants released his Venus fly trap, letting loose a swarm of undead flies at the frogs

, whose sticky tongues lashed out quickly to capture the treat. Mr. Pink Pants sighed in delight. Ever since Mrs. Pink Pants refused to water his Venus fly trap, he was frustrated.

Mr. Pink Pants and Mrs. Pink Pants didn't have an ideal marriage, but it was passable. All that changed on that dreary French day when the Pink Panther arrived.

The Pink Panther-fueled marital demise began when Mr & Mrs Pink Pants heard jazz mysteriously playing on their stereo. Plus, the French inspector they hired to clean was destroying

New hot water heater. I knead you dollop. And you too dollop. And always doff the hat for a dollop. I had had it up to here with dollops and their mysterious dollop ways. It was

Time for a new gold backed reserve currency. It turned out to be dollops, followed by the RMB and Ruble. Mr. Banks was overturned by a semi, as was his karma. The nefarious link

between him and Mary Poppins was never proven, as she had just caught the last breeze out of town with all the evidence in her carpetbag.