The mad scientist bowled his third strike

The mad scientist bowled his third strike in a row. If there was one thing he loved more than trying to take over the world, it was bowling. Something about the sound of pins

ripping through space set his pinkie toe to quivering.

Eventually, his pinkie toe began to vibrate so violently that he couldn't see it anymore. All he could perceive was a strange buzzing sensation on his right foot. Stranger still,

his feet began to issue a savory aroma that evoked fankinscense & lotus blossoms. For the 1st time he was sat next to on the bus, & entreated by panhandlers. Was there a way back?

He flinched, deflecting the panhandler as she tried to entice his appetite for destruction, making him Japanese pan noodles right there, knee-to-knee on the tour bus.

He grabbed one of her woks but the panhandler attacked the driver. The tour bus careened down the winding mountain road tossing pan noodles into the air. A hairpin turn threw him

off the bus just before it careened down a ravine into the cataracts of Spagetti Falls.He reached the water as the bus submerged.He could only salvage a colander as it floated past

meatball boulders. Using the giant colander to heave himself up onto the meatballs in the middle of the spaghetti river, he watched the bus sink to the bottom of the pasta riverbed

a scrumptious, yet precarious ride. But when thousands of dead anchovies floated to the surface, I'd had seen enough. The river was polluted. I called Erin Brokovich immediately.