"Ahoy!" cried Hudson as he saluted his fellow brethren with the sickest dab known to the universe. His papier mache glutes flexed with deadly charisma.
Franklin eyed the tushness and placed a delicate potato chip upon his tongue. The salty tang was making his day like a jellyfish on the sunset.
Paulie took out his massive wrench and whacked Fergy with it. Fergy's booty fell off dramatically. Fergy wept.
"Lo, I see a Fudgehog bummy on yonder ground!" said Hudson. He stooped down and licked the soil, gnashing the sediment in between his back molars and getting giant wads of cash in the process.
"But how does this make you feel?" asked Franklin. He was wearing his gorgeous wig that made him look manlier and more intelligent.
Hudson was taken aback by Franklin's hunky display of macho madness. He took two corn cobs and shoved one in each ear. He then trotted over to Franklin and positioned a key upon the table.
"What is that key for, Hudson?" asked Fergy, buttless as usual.
"Fergy, shut up and let me speak about glory!" whined Hudson. He pulled out his cell phone and called up Simone. "Simone, clear my calendar! I'm getting a royal life!"
Just then, Hudson's calendar got blank as if by beautiful cinnamonkey magic, like when you get free coffee at Dunkin's. Something America apparently runs on.
"Quince," said Paulie as he dove his nose into more collections of topiary cheese. "That's a fruit."
Fergy took on the new outfit that he won in a bidding war. It was some classic feety pajamas that allowed him to stick to walls like Spiderman the man who does man things spiderly.
"Gosh!" cried Teddington as he waltzed into the room with a new rear. It was hunky and did not include Tina.
"Where is Tina, you abomination?" roared Franklin. He bore his fangs and dug them deep into Teddy's toxy.
"My toxy!" cried Teddington. Then Fergy wept for the death of another wholesome bunzy.
"Serves you all right!" laughed Hudson. He then called upon the power of his one true father: Bojack Horseman.
"Hello, lovely son," said Bojack.
"Hola, papi," said Hudson. The two embraced in beautiful equine essence that made icicles grow on the ceiling. One fell and hit Fergy's deceased rear.
"What a day to live for goodness and grace!" announced Fergy as he loaded his slingshot with brownie treats and shot them into Franklin's gullet.
Now good old Franklin Fizzlybear could never ever lie because of his bodacious groovy attitudinal righteousness. Thus he took to combs and made a statue of his long lost brother Sam Fizzlybear the Chicken.
"This is what life becomes if you heed the glaciers…" said Paulie wisely as he thought wise things about the climate. He then won an award for his wise.
Fergy opened up his box of chicken nuggets and fed them to his pet beetle Harry.
"You are all cowards!" cried Hudson. He shunned his friends for their sinful ways.
Bojack clasped his hot son's popular shoulder. "Do not fret, my lad. We live to love goodness," said he philosophically.
"Aye," said Hudson. He then pressed a stamp upon his contract to signify grace. Then he held the note for all to see. "I now own Dexter's stinkin' lab, fools."
FIN