No-o-obuddy knows what happened to O'Long

No-o-obuddy knows what happened to O'Long John. Don Piano thinks he knows. Honey Badger don't care.

Honey Badger don't give an F'n S about no A's. Until one day Honey Badger met the Sheriff who cared even less. Sheriff said "Badgers? We don't need no stinking badgers." A singing

sugar glider overheard the Sheriff's comment & reported him for discrimination against Honey Badger.The sheriff got canned & from then on Honey Badger & Sugar were besties. Singing

was not the Sheriff's strong suit, which made his nick name the "Singing Sheriff" all the more ironic. He hated singing. He refused to sing happy birthday to his own children.

What he could do was singe, mainly the flesh of suspects in his custody. In fact, he was called the "Singing" rather than "Singeing" Sheriff due to the poor spelling abilities of

the latest crop of interns. The standards for what was acceptable had dropped these days, he thought. For the time being though, the "Singeing Sheriff" toasted his

marshmallows from a distance of thirty feet. Blowing the smoke off the end of his magic finger, The Singeing Sheriff said coolly, "Now - do you boys want to come along quietly, or

do you want s'more where that came from?" Stay Puffy lowered a crate of chocolate bars. "It was his idea to rob the Chocolate Coach Sheriff Singe" he said pointing at Marshmallow.

Marshmallow looked surprised, "See? A sure sign of guilt," Stay Puffy stated. Puffy saw a shadow, marshmallow wasn't surprised because of him, but the shadow of The Smoore Maker.

It towered above them shrieking, snatching them violently with razor talons, fiery breath burning, smashing & crushing with graham crackers. Horror. Pain. Molten chocolate. Death.