Beaver one, beaver all; Let's all do the

Beaver one, beaver all; Let's all do the beaver crawl. Beaver two, beaver three; let's all climb the beaver tree. Beaver four, beaver five; let's all do the beaver jive. Beaver s

ix, Beaver seven, let's all go to beaver heaven. [from back of class] "heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, he said Beaver." "Yeah, beaver is cool." "Shut up Beavis, they're talking about

gnawing on wood, this is serious." Beavis shuddered. "Hey, Butthead, you think all beavers have teeth? For real though, this is pertinent information. Some beavers and I were gonna

sit around & chuckle at bad music. Then a toon cat & dog were going to do mega-violent bathroom humor." Bevis' stuttering entertained the 80s generation of spoiled, homophobic kids

. I was glad I was raised in the 70s, when kids who grew up with Scooby-Do were cool. But right now, Bevis was gonna need some help getting away from the 80's kids, so I

Did some research at the library. One floor led to another until I found myself not on the 9th floor but on the first. Following the stairs was the way to get what I needed.

I realized then the library was a mystery spot like the one in Santa Cruz or like the Bermuda Triangle, a tesseract of book shelves & spiralling stairs. I was trapped until I found

a handwritten inscription on the wall left by another lost visitor. It was dated 1887. Not good. As 2 days had passed, I decided to ignore the rules and yelled: LIBRARIAN, HELP ME!

to tell me that the library would be closing in 15 minutes. I explained that the fate of the world depended on my finding that last inscription. The librarian threw me out.