Smoochie HAS Been Cloned!!!!

Clones??? That's right. It's become a  major debate in international circles, and of course, some of my fellow frogs  are once again being used as science experiments on things they should probably  test on TV- Lawyers first, then animals, then people. Last winter I went to a  dissertation and lecture on the matter, and naturally, them not allowing me my  hooch, and the topic getting waaaay too technical for this Froggie, I fell  asleep.

You all read before how I was lured to  the conference with promises of free danish and ice cream.

I ended up attending, but apparently getting knocked out by  something in the free food.

I had some weird dreams, but woke up later in the lobby,  feeling really groggy and I had a band-aid on my left arm.

Well, now I know what happened...

Part 2: The Trail

Well, my pal Scrappy managed to dig up some files on the  cloning company (which by the way, seems to have caused some sort of accounting  scandal, but that's another story...) that was running that conference. It seems  they had read of my adventures, and wanted a frog of their own, but with a more  'programmable' personality. One that would travel in pretty much any  accommodations, but wouldn't complain about the lack of snacks. The file photos  he found showed some unfortunate mistaken clones. Here's what I saw.

They obviously didn't get the hang of gene altering at first.  The 7-legged, 3-eyed me really really creeps me out.

Eventually, with Scrappy's help, I found the research lab.  There was a priority mail box being prepped to send a supposedly complete clone  out somewhere. Here's the package:

Evidently, I'm considered a biohazard. Or maybe it's just my  clone. Anyhow, I tried moving the box, but it slipped and fell to the floor.

What do I find inside?

Yep, it's something frozen in solid ice.

To my shock, upon closer inspection, I can make out just what  it frozen inside. It looks like...me. I decide to wait around and see if he'll  melt free on his own. After a hour, only alittle bi of the ice had thawed,  enough to see a hand. Impatient, I decide to take matters into my own hands.

When I got all of the ice block around him melted away, he was  still frozen stiff for a while. After some effort, I got him to wake up. He  looked at me, and the very first thing he said was, 'Hey, buddy. You got Fifty  bucks I can borrow?'

After talking to him for a while, I see the personality thing  didn't quite take, so while he looks like me, he's not me.

So, there he is, my clone- Moochie the Frog.

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