A hazy dawn light crept over the Princeton Plainsboro zoo. A pale orange light drifted lazily over the Australia exhibit, drawing the kangaroo's slowly out of slumber. A large, portly kangaroo-ess dragged her huge pouch over to the watering hole. Suddenly, her pouch shifted, and her joey emerged.

"'Mornin', mum!" screamed "Doctor" Robert Chase.

The kangaroo stared blankly at the blonde.

"There's no way this is my son! He's way too stupid," thought the kangaroo harshly as she flipped her faaaabulous hair out of her face and watched as her son gnawed on a plump, juicy Number 2 pencil.

Suddenly, the brush rustled and the kangaroos, and Chase, turned their heads sharply, though Chase's reaction time was a bit behind, seeing as he is a bit, you know…

Chef Jeff burst from the shade spazztically and the kangaroos gasped. Chase, however, stared in the general direction of the bush from which our favorite TV chef emerged, until he suddenly exclaimed "WHUUA?" about 5 minutes later.

"Oi've re'urned frim Bravo! 'N pro'ect runwoiy was fahntahsteec, mate!" Giggled Chef Jeff jauntily. Chase's mum ran up to 'Jeffo' as they call him in the outback and gave him a big kangaroo hug.

"My REAL son!" She cheered, growing a fully developed human tongue, voice box and vocal chords out of joy of not having to see chase ever again, as he was just a replacement until ol' Jeffo came back.

The kangaroos cheered for the same reason that the bitch mom kangaroo did, and kicked Chase out of the zoo for good.

Rejected, Chase meandered along with nowhere to turn. He had been banned from Princeton Plainsboro when they found out that he wasn't even a doctor, but was a gay necrophiliac who raped the corpses of the dead male patients and then stole their wallets so he could hunt down their sons, kill them and rape them. It's the Australian way of life, but Cuddy didn't seem to understand. Stupid Jew.

Chase sat at the base of a dead cherry tree and wept like a wombat-koala hybrid.

Suddenly, however, a callous voice that hides behind its leg injury sounded from somewhere behind him. "Don't cry, my sweet."

When House walked (or should I say LIMPED XD) around the corner, the cherry tree burst into springtime life and sent beautiful pink cherry blossoms swirling around them as they ran (or should I say LIMPED XD) towards each other in slow motion, like an ultra-kawaii episode of InuYasha.

"Moike lurve (or should I say LIMP XD) to mi 'n put 'yah kangaroo in mi bonnet besoide the millabawng, yew'll came a woltzin mahteelda wiff me!" Chase cooed, though he visibly cringed at the word "kangaroo". It was too soon for Chase.

"K. I love that song." said House.

"WOIT!" Came a loud voice from behind them (again).

Chef Jeff came flying in on a Galah (that's an Australian bird btw just to be totally hilarious) and crashed into House and Chase.

"Ploize lemme jewn een on tha fun, moite!"

"Baht yew broke mah heeeaht bai steelin mi mothah, moite!"

"Tha's oolroit then, moite!"
"Roite oh, then!"

And the doctor, gay australian pedophile necrophiliac rapist who kisses dying cancer girls, and celebrity chef who's name rhymes with his title hilariously, made glorious love. And house's cane got in on the action too. (or should I say LIMPED XD)

THE END.