I do not own Arthur
One day Arthur was sitting at home, doing whatever he does when he sits at home, probably reading a dumb bionic bunny comic. Suddenly, out of the cobwebby corner of his mind he devised an evil plan, a plan so devious and evil I don't think I should mention it, that involved several species of wild rabbit, a large sock, and 50.67584 bottles of vodka. The people who make the Arthur show decided that you can't make that particular scenario on the Arthur show, so Arthur went outside to feed his neurotic puppy 'Mr.Fluffy.'
Now, 'Mr. Fluffy' was a very nervous animal by nature, and usually sat very still, twitching occasionally so the brain did not decide to use him for some stupid crack-brain project. Today, Mr. Fluffy plotted. Arthur went into the back yard, where Mr. Fluffy sat silently, suddenly Mr. Fluffie's brain overloaded and he flopped over dead. Arthur went up to the dog. "Yo, Mr. fluffy?" Arthur kicked Mr. Fluffy, and he flipped over. "EAT THE FOOD!" Arthur suddenly magically conjured a plate of lasagna and started to force feed the food to the dead dog.
Suddenly, D.W., Arthur's dimwit little sister came outside, and came upon a very strange site. Arthur sat, giving his dog cpr, covered in lasagna, and occasionally screaming "EAT EAT!" into it's ear. You can probably imagine this disturbing site. D.W. suddenly screamed "HOLY ARTHUR"S EATING THE DOG!" Everyone momentarily stared at D.W., ever though that is theoretically impossible if they are all in different places.
Suddenly Arthur's crack smoking mom came outside. "hey son got some money?" Arthur was extremely mad at this time. "NO, WHAT DOES IT LOOK LIKE?" Arthur's mom looked at him. "Disturbing." Arthur's mom walked away to find more money to buy crack, leaving Arthur to continue saving Mr. Fluffy. Suddenly the credits popped up. "Hey whats this?"
"Oh crap, we went over the half hour."
"Does this mean we don't get any more lasagna?"
The End (for now)