"AH THE COUNTRYSIDE OF WEST VIRGINIA…NORMALLY PEACEFUL…"

(Camera pans over a destroyed "Welcome" road sign)

"UNLESS A TOWN HAS BEEN WRECKED BY MOTHMAN!!"

"Oh boy, MOTHMAN!" Fred exclaimed, holding up a cryptids book. "Th' legendary moth creature that hauntth Wetht Virginia!"

"What we need'th thome bait…" Fred thought.

"Yeah, what do moths like to eat?" Super Chicken thought for a moment.

"Well, if ya wanna get technical," Fred cleared his throat. "Thome thpecieth of moth have been known to enjoy th' liquid from flower nectar, thap, and rotting fruit—"

"WHILE FRED TALKED ON AND ON, SC NOTICED THE RED SWEATER THE LION WORE…IT WAS MADE FROM A LOVELY MERINO/COTTON/SILK BLEND...SURELY TO A MOTH, THIS WOULD BE LIKE THE FINEST CHICKEN CORDON BLEU!"

"—though other thpecieth prefer to eat natural fiberth like silk, cotton…..What? Why're ya lookin' at me like that?" Fred asked, now feeling rather nervous.

"I think I know just the bait…." Super Chicken replied, grabbing Fred.

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"IN A MOMENT, SUPER CHICKEN NOW HAD FRED, SWEATERLESS, WITH HIS SWEATER HANGING FROM A ROPE ATTACHED TO A TREE BRANCH WITH A LIGHT, SINCE MOTHS WERE ATTRACTED TO LIGHT.

"Uh, mither Henhouth?!" Fred called. "Thith theemth dangeroth!"

"Ya knew the job was dangerous when ya took it, Fred!" SC replied as he always did.

"And now we wait..." Fred replied.

"THEY WAITED FOR QUITE A WHILE FOR THE MOTHMAN TO ARRIVE, REMAINING PERFECTLY STILL..."

"I...gotta...thcratch my noseth..." Fred spoke through clenched teeth.

"No, Fred!" SC spoke through clenched teeth as well. "You're gonna give us away!"

"SUDDENLY A LARGE, MUSCULAR, JET-BLACK SKINNED HUMANOID STOOD BEFORE SC AND FRED. THIS HUMANOID HAD EQUALLY-BLACK TUFTS OF FUR AROUND ITS NECK AND GROIN, AN EXTRA SET OF ARMS, INSECT-LIKE WINGS, AND AN INSECT FACE WITH RED EYES, MANDIBLES AND ANTENNAE."

"Uh, SC you got any mothballth on ya?" Fred asked, gulping, sweat pouring down his brow. "Cauth I'm pretty thure that'th--"

"MOTH-MAAAAAAAANN!!" SC hollered, grabbing Fred and running like the dickens away.

"SUPER CHICKEN AND FRED RAN FROM THE VENGEFUL CREATURE THROUGH THE FOREST, AVOIDING IT AT EVERY TURN, UNTIL THEY HID FROM IT IN A HUGE LOG."

"Oh, SC, what're we gonna do?!" Fred asked, extremely nervous.

"Is the trap still up?" Super chicken asked.

"Sure it'th!" Fred replied, noticing his sweater was still unharmed.

"Well then we've gotta get back there, just don't make any loud noises!" Super chicken replied.

"AT THAT EXACT MOMENT, MOTHMAN RIPPED THROUGH THE LOG, SCARING SC AND FRED HALF TO DEATH."

"AAAAAAAAAAGH!!" Both SC and Fred exclaimed, holding onto each other for dear life.

"MOTHMAN INSTANTLY FELL FROM THE CLIFFS, LANDING IN A HUGE, THORNY THICKET BELOW."

"Well, that'th th' end of him!" Fred smiled.

"AND SO, WITH MOTHMAN HAVING BEEN DEFEATED, SUPER CHICKEN AND FRED BEGAN THE LONG WALK BACK TO PITTSBURGH."

"No doubt about it, Fred, you're gonna need a new sweater." SC spoke, noting that the moth had completely eaten it.

"Wait, you're thayin' I'm indethent?" Fred asked, immediately covering his naked body.

"Take a look, pal!" SC yanked out a small mirror and handed it to Fred.

"AAAAGH!!" Fred exclaimed. "Thath even thcarier than MOTHMAN!"

"AS FRED AND SC WALKED AWAY, THEY HAD NO IDEA THAT WITHIN THE THICKET, SOMETHING STRANGE WAS HAPPENING...MOTHMAN CROUCHED DOWN, AND A SMALL, ORB-SHAPED THING CAME FROM BETWEEN ITS LEGS. THE ORB CRACKED, AND OUT CAME A MUCH SMALLER CREATURE, WITH MOTH WINGS, FOUR ARMS, AND GLOWING, RED EYES. IT SCREECHED, THEN BEGAN TO EAT THE REMNANTS OF THE NOW-DEAD MOTHMAN."

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