Uh, I only have time to do just this one

Uh, I only have time to do just this one fold, so could you please hurry up and make it a good one? That'd be great, thanks.

Uh, ok, hmm let's see... Once upon a time there was- No no no, too cliché, I've got writer's block now, Hmmm... I'll just fetch good old Detective Manatee. So Det. Manatee was

getting really sick and tired of subbing in when noone could think of a clever next fold. "What am I, chopped liver?" Det. Manatee asked Jherek Manatee, Michael Scarn, Chillbot

was inflamed, swollen and red. Clifford the dog had signed up for a drug trial to earn 100 bucks for a Labor Day pub crawl. Det. Manatee said to Dr. Chillbot, "

I'm tired of fighting crime. Too much effort. Too many mangy dogs with hemorrhoids. What say we open a bar in Pensacola?" Dr. Chillbot nodded. (Ex-)Detective Manatee booked the

stadium for monster-sized ballet classes the following Saturday, before trying to arrange a ballet instructor who was too brave/stupid/desperate for money to refuse his offer

& engaged the Flying Baryshnikovs who claimed they could teach anyone to dance. It was critical he explained to the flamboyant duo to keep Godzilla occupied with these extracuricul

ar diversions, for if his attention ever returned to the concrete buffet before him, he would leave the city in ruins. Better that he spun and leapt and dallied the night away.

As he inhabitants of the concrete buffet snored on, oblivious to their close shave with fate, he danced away to eat another city in a far off place no-one has ever heard of.