"Oh, the days we miss, forget, or write on toilet paper in a vain attempt to recall and accidentally wipe our lower regions with, and are thusfore unable read our writing and forget forever.

"The best days of chairs and men and ducks have often been lost in time. However, one such tale has been told over again many a time, and so unforgotten-and yet the original has been so obscured by the constant retelling, that it is like the memory we have written on the toilet paper.

"However, those of you who have a crave for a tale of adventure, mystery, and other such things have found one who remembers, who remembers the-"

"Who dareth not where pants!-eth!"

"Ahem. As I was saying, I remember the story of-"

"I LOVEth aliens with teddyeth bears!"

"SHUT UP! I REMEMBER! I REMEMBER THE TALE OF JENSON, FRED, AND WESLEY!" finished the narrator, who then strode over and picked up a particularly deadly looking lightbulb. Oh, woe be on Mr. Shakespeare. (Did I mention that I have a rat named Shakespeare?)



TO CHAPTER ONE!