A Very Special Arthur

Tum Tum RumbleBumble

Credit to 4chan for this one

Mr. Ratburn woke up from his dream of causing Third Impact, he moaned and made his way to the showers. He hated getting out, because he knew the second he stepped foot out of his artificial womb, he would be back in that germ infested shithole with the resident tard.

Nevertheless, he got out, dried his ass, and got ready for the day. He saw everyone come in. A few minutes had passed, and Arthur had yet to arrive. Could it be? Is he finally out of his life? Is this..

NGAAAAAAAAAARRRRRR

Nope. He could never be this lucky. Arthur has trudged in like the mongoloid he is. But wait. He wasn't throwing shit around or crapping his pants? "Fina-fucking-ly," Mr. Ratburn thought as he began writing his lessons on the wall.

The only sounds that could be heard were Muffy and Francine doing something on their phones. Probably sexting who cares? And also Arthur mumbling something.

"Tum Tum Rumblebumble," Typical tard-speak, oh well.

Just then, the bell rang! Recess!

He went out with his gaggle of shits and watched them go break their limbs or whatever. He pulled out his phone and googled Yuri On Ice yaoi. Just as he was about to ogle Viktor's tight Russian anus, he heard clamoring from the playground.

There he saw Arthur, with absolutely nothing on whatsoever. He bent down, revealing his gross ass to the world. Quite literally too, as Francine had also pulled out her phone to record the sight before her.

"TUM TUM RUMBLE BUMBLE! TUM TUM RUMBLE BUMBLE!" Arthur yelled, farting noises emitting from his tard evacuation shaft.

"TUM TUM NNNNNNNNGH!"

Just then, a fucking might blast of green liquid shit sprayed and sputtered out of his ass, pouring down the slide. Muffy was climbing up the slide like a fucking idiot, and was greeted by the putrid waterfall. She panicked, slipping and falling face-first into the shit and slid all the way down, ruining her new dress.

Just then, would become an Elwood City legend. The hugest turd anyone had ever seen in their lives slowly escaped his pooper. It slid down and landed on Muffy, shattering her ribs.

Arthur then vomited, from what could only be assumed to be from giving birth to that monster. The vomit leaked through the wood slats onto the Tough Customers, who were busy playing back-alley doctor.

Mr. Ratburn laughed like he had never laughed before. Arthur of course heard this, and belted out a loud, "REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

Mr. Ratburn had never counted on Arthur picking up the anal fallout and chucking it all over him. Mr. Ratburn excused himself from school to scrub himself with industrial grade steel wool. Sure it bled like a motherfucker but he would be fine.

Mr. Ratburn cried himself to sleep that night. Arthur wins this round.