"SUPERCHICKEN AWOKE TO FIND FRED AND HIM WITHIN THE SEWERS. THEY HAD NO IDEA HOW THEY GOT THERE…"

"bluh, You know how we got here, Fred?" Superchicken asked his lion compatriot.

"no idea..." Fred replied.

"OUT FROM THE MANY CRACKS IN THE SEWERS CAME MILLIONS UPON MILLIONS OF RATS, EACH OF THEM MORE MANGY THAN THE LAST…SUDDENLY, A TALL AND THIN RAT APPROACHED AND CLEARED HIS THROAT."

"ANNOUNCING, HIS MOST ROYAL MAJESTY, THE RAT KING!" The ray boomed in a high-pitched voice.

"Pssh, he doesn't sound that bad, bet I could take him on with no Super Sauce!" Superchicken laughed.

"SUPERCHICKEN AND FRED BOTH GULPED OUT OF FEAR AS THE RAT KING EMERGED—HE WAS ABOUT AS TALL AS THE AVERAGE HUMAN MALE, WITH ENORMOUS MUSCLES AND A TINY BURGER KING CROWN AT THE TOP OF HIS GRAY, MANGY HEAD."

"on second though could ya whip some up right now, Fred?" SC asked his lion compatriot.

"Wayyy ahead of ya Mithter Henhouth." Fred replied, doing just that.

"Greetings, newcomers from the surface world!" The rat king spoke, in a surprisingly even higher-pitched, squeakier voice (SC thought he'd sound more menacing, given his sheer size and muscular bulk).

Superchicken and Fred looked at each other, both greatly struggling to not laugh at the voice of the overgrown rodent.

"—my daughter.." the Rat King finished his conversation.

"What?" Superchicken asked.

"I said you're going to marry my daughter." The Rat King replied. "The both of you."

"But I'm GA—" Fred was about to interject when SC interrupted.

"I know you're gay, pal, but there is a way we can get out of this…" SC chuckled.

"BUT THERE WAS NO TIME TO HEAR SC'S PLAN, FOR AT THAT MOMENT THE RAT KING'S DAUGHTER SHOWED UP. SHE WAS….well, SOMETHING."

"HAYY THERE HUNNY BUNCHHH!!" The rat princess exclaimed, picking up Superchicken and immediately planting multitudes of kisses on his face.

"THE RAT PRINCESS WAS GROSSLY OVERWEIGHT AND ABOUT THE SAME SIZE AS HER FATHER. HER WHISKERS WERE'NT STRAIGHT AND MULTIPLE PATCHES OF MISSING FUR LINED HER ABDOMEN AND FACE. AS FOR THE SKIN THAT COULD BE VISIBLE, WELL IT WAS PALE, ALMOST WHITE-LOOKING. HER EYES WERE PUCE-GREEN, AND SHE APPEARED TO BE MISSING QUITE A FEW TEETH."

"You're pretty cute, too, fuzzy face!" The rat princess picked up Fred and began to smother him in her disgusting fur.

"nononoNONONOOOOO!!" Fred exclaimed as his face was now covered in the female rat's fur.

"DESPITE THIS HORRID DISPLAY, THE RAT KING WAS OVERJOYED AT THE PROSPECT OF BOTH SC AND FRED BECOMING ENGAGED TO MARRY HIS FREAKY DAUGHTER..."

"So what do you think?" He asked Superchicken. "Isn't she the most RRAVISHING specimen of rodent you've EVER seen?!"

"Well, to be completely honest, I've barely even gotten to know you, and in addition," Superchicken gulped before speaking up. "You could use a little work in the hygiene department, what with living in the sewer and all…"

"THE DISGUSTING-LOOKING RAT PRINCESS MERELY STARED AT THE CHICKEN FOR A FEW SECONDS THEN STARTED TO WEEP…"

"YEW HATE MEEEE!!" The rat princess cried loudly, and pointed at SC and Fred, her eyebrows furrowed. "GIT EM DADDY!!"

"THE RAT KING ROARED AND DASHED AFTER THE TINY CHICKEN AND FRED, WHO HAD ALREADY MIXED UP THE SUPERSAUCE."

"HEADTH UP I GOT TH' THAUTH!" Fred exclaimed, tossing a martini glass over to the fowl.

"THANKS FRED!" Superchicken exclaimed, immediately downing said Supersauce and becoming Superchicken. "YAH!" He upper-cutted the Rat king within seconds.

"—DADDY!" The rat Princess exclaimed, coming to aid her father.

"THE RAT KING STOOD UP, NOT QUITE READY TO ADMIT DEFEAT TO SUPERCHICKEN..."

"Hey Fred?" SC quickly asked the lion. "You still have that life size Mickey Mouse plush?"

"Suuure do!" Fred exclaimed.

"Well we're gonna need it!" Superchicken grinned as Fred took it out from his sweater (how'd he fit it in there?).

"THE RAT KING CHASED SC AROUND ANOTHER CORRIDOR OF THE SEWER, UNTIL EVENTUALLY HE WAS CORNERED NEAR THE SIDE OF A WALL…."

"Y-you don't wanna use me as a husband for your daughter--" Superchicken stammered.

"And why's that?" The Rat King asked. "You're YOUNG, LITHE! You're perfect for her..."

"I'm a thousandaire, I'm a terrible husband! I have a LION cook my food and do my laundry for Pete's sake!" Superchicken awkwardly laughed. "B-but I do have a better option..."

"FRED QUICKLY TOSSED THE MICKEY MOUSE PLUSH OVER TO SUPERCHICKEN, WHO IMMEDIATELY TIED A BOW TIE MADE FROM AN OLD CANDY WRAPPER AROUND ITS NECK, AND PUSHED IT OFF TO THE RAT KING..."

"What—w—what is this?!" The Ray King asked, curiously sniffing the stuffed animal.

"Oh this? This is Mi—uh, MICHAEL," Superchicken spoke, holding up the Mickey plush. "Listen pal, I might be rich but this dude is WAAYY richer than I am. Heck—He's got his own THEME PARK!"

"THE RAT KING TOOK A MOMENT TO SNIFF THE MICKEY MOUSE PLUSH BEFORE ANSWERING..."

"PERFECT!" The rat king smiled widely. "The strong, silent type--he'll make my daughter a happy woman!"

"AND SO, SUPERCHICKEN AND FRED LEFT THE SEWERS THROUGH A MANHOLE AND WALKED DOWN THE ALLEY LEADING BACK TO THE MANSION…"

"Ah, another job well done eh Fred?" SC asked, patting the lion on the back. Both he and Fred appeared to be covered in green sludge, and a fish skeleton was sticking out of Fred's afro-like mane.

"You'll need a well done BATH mithter Henhouth, ya thmell TERRIBLE!" Fred exclaimed, attempting to waft away the smell of the sewage.

"hey, Takes one to know one, pal!" Superchicken retorted after taking a whiff of Fred.

End.