Little Toadie bounded happily into his room. Today had been quite a good day! No one bothered him, Mystique had made him his favorite snack: Mud pie, and Sabretooth was no where in sight! Yes, today was a good day.

Quickly, he hopped onto his cushy bed and slid his hand under the mattress (making sure not to snap his hand into the mousetrap that he had put there to make sure that no one would take his beloved diary). He shook his head as he rummaged underneath the mattress. Whoever got caught by a mousetrap was surely very stupid!

And then his thoughts were interrupted by his hand groping... nothing!

"Where is it?!" Toadie yelled, his hand frantically waving around underneath him. He jumped off of his bed and flung the mattress aside. The diary wasn't there.

"Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!" The poor little amphibian screamed. He had lost the one thing that meant the world to him! He had had that diary for so long that it was like a hemorrhoid! He couldn't just get rid of it! But apparently, the diary had detached itself from him and had moved on... it had gone to new places... it had finally deserted poor little Toad.

His green head snapped up. "No!" He yelled. "I know what happened! SABRETOOF stole my diary!" The wee mutant smashed his fist into the palm of his other hand and vowed revenge: "As mutation as my witness, I will reek HAVOC upon the furry arsed kitten! I will cut off all of his hair and flush it down the loo! I will... go look for him, I suppose..."

So Toadie had made a decision- he would find his abnormally large comrade and save him from whatever perils he had stumbled upon!

"I must get to work," he said dutifully. He began to look around his room and noticed that the window was ajar.

With one little hop, the green mutant reached the windowsill and peered out. He brought his green index finger and thumb to his little chin and pondered heavily.

"Hmmm," he thought, "Sabe's big bum can fit through this window if he reaaaaaaaaaaaaally tried, so I'm betting that he went this way!"

So Toad went with his intuition and climbed out of the window. He scanned the terrain, but saw no sign of the large kitty. He carefully inspected the overhang.

"Now... if I were Sabe, how would I get down?"

And that is when he saw the lattice that lead down into Mystique's cactus garden. Bingo! That was how Sabie would get down, and that was how Toad was going to, too! Hastily, he positioned himself on the top of the lattice and made his way down. He shook his head as he jumped off of it before he reached the garden.

"I pity the fool who climbs into that cactus! He'd have those in his bum for a straight week! Not to mention that mousetrap... it's a good thing that I put some of my extra-sticky slime on there. Whoever got stuck to that won't be comin' out for a long, long, long, long, long time!"

Then little Toad decided to check the ground for more clues; he walked around until finally, he came upon another clue.

"Sabretoof's hair!" He yelled triumphantly. (He still was unable to pronounce Sabe's name properly, but you do what you can when your nubs-of-teeth are coming in and your tongue is growing to the length of a semi).

So Toadie followed the trail to another cactus and found tiny drops of blood and golden hair on the prickers. It was then that he decided that little Sabe was in more trouble than he could have imagined. He then followed the trail to Taykyapantsoff Forest. Immediately, Toad felt a sudden strike of pity for his abnormally large comrade.

The forest was not one to mess with. ESPECIALLY when you had a slime-insured mousetrap stuck to your paw, cactus needles protruding from your bum, and possibly your face, and the diary of a very angry little amphibian.

Toadie grumbled to himself as he entered the forest; he heard a mother bird complain about something like a giant cat climbing a tree, stealing her babies, injuring his miniscule groin, and running off to jump into a waterfall with the little birdies calling him "mommy" instead of her... but he paid no attention. He had to find Sabie!