Mayor McCheese stared at the election results,

Mayor McCheese stared at the election results, horrified. How had he lost an election, after 40 years? At that instant he resolved to stay in power by any means necessary.

The Hamburgler was doing hard time but with McCheese's help he'd be In-N-Out. The Mayor needed the Hamburgler to make some unsavory problems disappear. It got ugly when

Mayor McCheese paid the Fry-girl prostitutes in a traceable check. Now McCheese and Hamburgler were in a cell together. Grimace was a trustee of the prison and everyday he

taunted them: "Would you like a visit from Wendy?". It wasn't funny the first time. Outside, K approached the dreaded white Castle, uncertain in his mission to

rescue the princess. He sent the horse around front to draw their attention away and then scaled the back wall entering through an open window. The room was empty besides two suits

talking on their cellphones. I waited for them to turn completely around before I clambered in through the vulnerable portal. As I landed, their briefcases exploded into automatic

gypsy mariachi Peruvian flute bands, clapping and flailing about in a whiny, mangled procession. I watched from the aerating duct leading from the men's room at these briefcases

full of exotic pictures and films of places we never knew existed. In this cramped duct, I had come to the realization of that had been hidden from us all, and why. But I didn't

really care anymore. He'd been a lousy father-figure and a lousy business man, to boot. No longer was I consumed with thoughts of revenge, but I wasn't ready to forgive either.