Out of the frying pan . . .

A huge 30-foot-long cartoonish green dragon has appeared in the kitchen (which has somehow grown big enough to for the beast to stand in comfortably).

"HELLO", it says in a booming voice. "I'M THE VILLAIN IN THIS CARTOON. I FANCY SOME HOT DOGS!"

"We don't seem to have any", replies Fred.

"He means US, you dolt!", you whisper urgently in his ear.

Written by St. George 1700 (edited by wanderer)

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