Once again, NO OWN OTH!!!!!
Everybody was shocked when they saw Hammy.
Ozzy- Ha-Ha-Ham--
Ozzy faints.
RJ- What the hell has gotten into you, Hammy? What happened to the loveable, cookie-loving Hammy I know?
Hammy- He's still here. On the inside.
RJ- I gotta go regroup my brain.
RJ goes to his entertainment area.
Verne- Just what we need. Another guy who's gotten Rap in his mind.
Hammy- So? You like William Shatner when he sings.
Verne- Yes, but William Shatner is so bad at singing, he's good.
Hammy- Man, are you illin'.
Verne- Rappers stopped saying "illin" twelve years ago.
Hammy- I'm keepin' it real.
Verne- They stopped saying "keeping it real" 3 years ago.
Hammy- RJ!! Verne's dissin' me!!!
RJ- "Dissin'"? Do rappers still say that? Jeez, I'm still trying to regroup here!!
Hammy sighs and leaves the area.
Meanwhile, Hammy found some tickets to a Hip-Hop festival in his Hip-Hop Package. He then goes to RJ, who's reading a Sports Illustrated Magazine.
Hammy- Hey RJ, can I go to a Rap concert?
RJ- Eat cookies, instead.
Hammy started a lie.
Hammy- OK, what if I paid for the tickets myself?
RJ- Whatever, go crazy.
Hammy- I love you, RJ.
RJ- And I love you too, Tyra. (REMEMBER: RJ is reading Sports Illustrated)
Meanwhile, Hammy is on his way out... Until Verne spots him.
Verne- I can understand the clothes, but a ticket? Are you going to a rap concert?
Hammy- Hell yeah! I'm representin' for me, my homies, and my cookies at the concert called "Murder for Life".
Verne- That's not right. Rap music belongs in the crap bin. It encourages punching, sex, and rudeness to hoes.
Hammy- But RJ already said I could go!
Verne- Oh, did he? RJ, you tell him a Rap concert is no place for a guy like him.
RJ- Hammy, he makes a very strong point.
Hammy- You said I could go if I paid for the ticket!
RJ- Let me explain this situation in a way you would understand. Hit it, Spike!
Spike, one of the porcupine kids, breaks out a beat.
RJ- You did it on the street with RJ's permission.
But Verne dropped a bomb, so I'll flip my position.
Verne- Don't argue with Verne, I know what's best.
The only Rap in this crib keeps food fresh.
Fresh and fresh for our Hammy.
RJ- Ham-my. Ham-my. Ha-Ha-Ha-Ham-my.
Hammy- AAAAAHHH!!!!
Hammy, who's had enough of their shitty rapping, goes to his area. Meanwhile, he is writing lyrics.
Hammy- RJ, you completely sold me out. Well, it's my ticket. That makes me owner. I'm going. Besides, it's no humans, just animals.
Hammy walks through the hedge, passing a cookie. But he grabs it with his hand.
Hammy- I like the cookie.
So Hammy goes anyway. What's in store for him? Stay Tuned!