[ferretchucker]

Well, nobody seems to be reading this anymore but oh well!

Massacre Man's house can be seen, the camera turns to Crab's house. The noise of a baby crying, with a growlish background can be heard. The camera zooms into it. It's disfigured legs and hand/paws are movie around in the air. Crabapple showly pulls his blood covered body up to it.

Crab: Hey there little feller.

The baby keeps on crying. Crab takes off a ring from his finger. He puts it in the light.

Crab: Little hoochie poochie! Looky here. Shiny Mcginy!

The wolf baby looks at it then smiles. A piece of it's hair falls out and one of it's eyes goes back to a human eye.

Crab: That's how baby should look!

The baby laughs again. It's other eye goes back to normal and it's left paw/hand slowly goes normal.

Crab: You Likey ring.

A piece of blood from his hand drops. It lands on the babies cheek. The baby licks it and suddenly, one of it's eyes goes back to it's wolfish state.

Crab: NO HOOCHIE POOCHIE! YOU MAKE HUMAN LIKE!

He drops the ring. It lands on the babies forhead and immediately, the baby becomes more wolfish. It's hand/paw gets hair and becomes a complete paw. Smoke is rising from where the ring is, and when the baby manages to get it off, a huge, deep ring shaped mark is burnt into it's head.

Crab: Hmmmm. I no like you.

He puts his hand down to slap the baby but the baby grabs his hand and puts it in his mouth, then begins biting.

Crab: Hehe. That's funny.

He manages to pull himself up the side of the table then picks up the baby and starts cradling it.

Crab: Who's a good little Hoochie Poochie? Huh? Woosagoosy?

The baby starts laughing again. Somebody comes into the room. It's a policeman.

Disease: The neighbors heard shouting an- Oh my god...

He gets his gun out and holds it up.

Disease: What the hell is that thing?

Crab: It's my Hoochie Poochie. He's called...

He looks over at a dvd on the floor.

Crab: Paramount. Paramount Apple.

Disease: Put that thing down on the ground or I'll shoot you both! I'm taking it away.

Crab: Leave Paramount alone!

Disease takes a step closer.

Crab: OKay, you can take him. Just let me get his blanket.

Disease: ...fine.

Crab turns around to the table. A towelle is on there. He picks it up, concealing some scissors underneath it.

Crab: There we go...

In a flash, he throws the scissors. They hit disease's hand. He drops the gun. Crab puts Paramount down and runs over to Disease. He kicks him in the head and pulls the scissors from his hand. He then opens them up and slices across Disease forehead.

Crab: Poonuts! There's blood everywhere.

He takes the scissors and jams them into the eye of disease.

Crab: COme on hoochie poochie. You need food. i think my cat Tibbles is around somewhere...