Evil Pink Pig

Evil Pink Pig surveyed the residence with a hungry glare in his eye. He knew the goods were somewhere in the Superpug Headquarters - the question was, where. He investigated the television and entertainment stand. Deciding that was much too obvious to be the Superpug's treasure and source of power.

The toy bin yielded nothing but slobber-covered squeaky toys, and the couch, though squishy and adorned with a suspicious pug-sized dent, did not seem to be the answer. The food dish, filled with high-quality, yet ultimately fruitless kibble was equally disappointing.

What was the source of the superpug's powers? Where did she get her mad skillz?

The answer came to him in a flash of genius. Before he was able to get the Wisconsin-native orange delight that was the superpug's first love out of the large white tomb of frustration and spirit it off into never-never land, thus obliterating the superpug's powers, the superpug leapt out of a cupboard, ninja-style, and took him out.

Lesson - Never get between the superpug and her cheese.