Anpanman scarfed two anpan and felt the ankō

Anpanman scarfed two anpan and felt the ankō power course through him. He grew to a spongy girth and bounced down the street shooting sticky goo at Zillachan and the the hoard of

Cockroaches grew. Multiplying hoarded of the buggers definetly wasn't a good thing, especially with Zilachan at their control. Anpanman grabbed his

commander who was bugging out. The Coackroaches exponentially grew. The sealed environment was stretched to its limits the roaches were crawling to get out. Anpanman grabbed his

didgeridoo and began playing "Who Let the Dogs Out", which is almost impossible, but Anpanman is a master of the instrument. Charmed, the roaches followed him single file out into

a bright future as his backup singers. With thousands of roaches to choose from Anpanman could never hit a sour note. His music dominated the charts. His sitar rendition of Havana

Nagila had the critics breaking records of nose holding. Then his sound studio was raided by CDC pros in hazmats & his entire band was quarantined. "But they're NICE roaches!" he p

rotested, only to be hosed down with ultra-concentrated boric acid. Cymbals, guitars, keyboards, & amps went flying & the roaches scattered everywhere. Nagila forgot all about

that catchy tune they'd been playing, and she never did find that cockroach band again. It kept Nagila awake, trying to remember the music they'd performed. Her husband, Snort,

By the end she had completely forgotten the tune the cockroach band had played. She left behind the world's largest collection of cockroach band music.