Note: Eeee! Sorry it took so long. I plan on pulling another all-nighter. **takes a long drought from her caffeine supplement: Coca-Cola...**

I'd like to give a special thanks to Erin Mills of Dementia Inc. for givin' me the Lyrics to 'The Cockroach That Ate Cincinnati!' **waves** HHIII!

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**Nny, D.Cat, and Reverend MEAT are standing outside Nny's demolished house, where a Mr. Sasma the size of to elephants stacked upon one another is standing, a bit confused.**

Nny: My... house...

D.Cat: wee! He hath stopped growing!....and stuff.

**Nny lunges at D.Cat and begins to violently strangle her to death**

Nny: YOU **squeeze** LITTLE **squeeze** PIECE **squeeze** OF **squeeze** FELINE **squeeze** SHIT!

Reverend MEAT: ... I think he's mad.

D.Cat: **turning purple** NEEOOORRGHHH! **phases out**

Nny: **now holding empty air** Where'd she go!?

D.Cat: I'm right here!

**Nny turns around to find D.Cat in the classic cat position: up a tree**

Nny: Come down here!

D.Cat: Nope. Just listen, I can't talk to you while you're trying to kill me.

Nny: **folds his arms and glares up at her** What?

D.Cat: ^.^ Awww! He's so cute when he's mad!

Nny: YAARARGH! **grabs a knife and prepares to throw**

D.Cat: WAIT, WAIT!!! Listen. I am the Almighty Author here, right?

Reverend MEAT: Unfortunately, yes.

D.Cat: Well, I'll just restore your house when we're done!

Nny: Done with what?

D.Cat: Da fic! Of course...

Nny: Well, what do you propose we do, then?

D.Cat: **jumps down** I say, we gather an armada of purple saber-toothed lemmings, train them in the ways of martial arts, and then TAKE OVER THE NATION'S CAPITAL! KWAAAHAHAHAAAA!

Reverend MEAT: You laugh like Black Waltz.

Nny: O o Diabolical kitties are scary. **points at D.Cat** EVIL CATTISH BEAST!

D.Cat: I'm not evil! Look at this face! **points to herself** Do I look evil to you?

Nny and MEAT: ...

D.Cat: ...Dun answer that.

Nny and MEAT: YES!

D.Cat: **twitch**

Mr. Sasma: Um, 'scuse me, but there's still this issue of me. What am I supposed to do!?

D.Cat: Oh, that's easy. You're a giant, mutilated radioactive insect.

Mr. Sasma: I'm not radioactive...

D.Cat: **waves her paws around** Same difference. You need to demolish a city! **twitches** demolishing is something I do best...

Mr. Sasma: But... where?

D.Cat: I know... THE BRITHPLACE OF DA BLUES! Yesh, I mean... my beautiful, rat-infested, crime-ridden birthplace, Memphis, Tennessee. WEEE!

Nny: Why Memphis? If you were born there, wouldn't you want to save it?

D.Cat: Maybe, but the fact remains that Memphis is the single most boring place on the planet. Nothing happens there! It was only in a few movies... but I love it dearly. Mr. Sasma will bring some excitement! ^.^ I wonder what's going on, right now...

---Downtown Memphis---

**building crash, people scream, and helicopters... uhh... helicopt, as Godzilla and a Giant Gingerbread Man duke it out over by the Peabody**

Random person #1: **horribly dubbed** Ahh! Godzilla!

Random Person #2: **also dubbed in a most horrid manner** And a Giant Gingerbread Man!

Random Person #3: **see: Random Persons #1-2**Wait a second... we're speaking English.

Random Persons #1 & 2 : Yeah?

Random Person #3: Well, why are we dubbed?

Random Persons #1, 2, & 3: ...

Random person #1: AHHH! Godzilla!

**and so on, and so forth**

---Nny's House---

D.Cat: Of course, with my luck, something's probably happening right now. Like a bank robbery... or something.

Reverend MEAT: That doesn't answer our problem.

D.Cat: **snaps her fingers and performs a somersault** I GOTS IT!

Nny: I didn't know you could do that!

D.Cat: **blinka blink** Do what?

Nny: Flip like that! It was neat.

D.Cat: ...why so nice? **back away, glaring suspiciously**

Nny: **smug grin** You'll never know.

D.Cat: O.o

Reverend MEAT: What did you get? Huh?

D.Cat: Oh, Yeah. We'll send him to eat Cincinnati! ^.^

Nny: ...huh?

D.Cat: Like the song! Yanno,

I must offer to you a confession,

I like movies that give me a fright.

If the subject is horror,

I've got to have more or,

I won't be contented all night!

Nny: **raises brow** Uh-huuuhh... right, So how are we supposed to get to Cincinnati?

D.Cat: **grins and snaps fingers**

** a bus driven by... uhh... some person speeds around the corner. Hee. It's blue.**

Busdriver: **waves** Hiya Demo!

Nny: Demo?

D.Cat: That's what mah friends call me. Hey thar, Bill!

Bill: Where to?

D.Cat: Aren't we gonna get in first?

Bill: Oh, right.

**Nny walks it, carrying Reverend MEAT. Mr Sasma jumps on top of the bus, and D.Cat also climbs in**

D.Cat: We're heading for Cincinnati!

Bill: Okee-dokee. **shuts the door and the bus speeds off**

Nny: **leans over to D.Cat and whispers** Who's this 'Bill'?

D.Cat: He's an ex-hobo. He really can't drive, but I can't afford to hire a driver.

**SWERVE!**

Nny: Gahck! **holds onto his chair** Stop this bus!

Bill: But we aren't at Cincinnati yet!

Nny: **glares at D.Cat** Stop. This. Bus. NOW!

D.Cat: o.o Bill, can we stop?

**Bill stops, everyone falls into the aisles, and Mr. Sasma goes flying of the roof**

---Time passes---

**Nny's driving, and Mr. Sasma is back on top of the roof. Reverend MEAT and D.Cat are siting in the front seat**

D.Cat and MEAT: 602,583, 011 bottles of beer on the wall, 602,583,011 bottles of beeer! Take one down, pass it around, 602,583,010 bottles of beer on the wall!

Nny: Could you two please sing something else?!

D.Cat: But that's the only song Reverend MEAT knows!

Nny: **twitch** Then be quiet.

D.Cat: What did you do with Bill, anyway?

**Somewhere in Colorado**

Bill: ..and then the guy pulls a knife on me and demands I surrender the bus. **sighs** I had no choice.

Hobo #1: Eh, we feel for ya, brothah.

**The train speeds on. Back at the bus**

Nny: **smirks** Where he belongs.

D.Cat: **sits back** Okee. I know a perfect song, anyway.

Nny: - -; Lemme guess...

D.Cat: You may call it my ghoulish obsession,

It's a subject on which I get chatty.

But the worst one it seems,

Haunting all of my dreams,

Was the cockroach that ate Cincinnati!

Nny: Shut up. Where's Cincinnati, anyway?

D.Cat: ^.^ I have no idea.

Reverend MEAT: We should stop and ask directions.

Nny: How about a map? It could be all the way across the United Sates, for all we know.

D.Cat: I've seen ghouls and hobgoblins and witches,

And some moth-eaten werewolves with fangs.

There were creatures that chattered,

And others that clattered,

And some Japanese monsters with fangs! **jumps up** Ah-So!

Nny: What's with you and that song!? STOPPIT!

D.Cat: I cannae help it! It sticks to my head like dead armadillo to left rear tire!

**SCREEEEECH**

Nny: How long has that been there!?

D.Cat: ^.^;;

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Note: Eeee! That's it for part two. Three shall be the last. Hee. Sheeya!