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There once was a bucket full of eels that ate several paragraphs of Moby Dick, changing the story and allowing them to write new chapters, so that Eels in Buckets replaced the Moby Dick character. A Kitten named Ishmael narrates while purring loudly

By attaching a battery to the slithery creature, it unwittingly becomes pure EV-eel

Four of the clowns sadly pass away, but one survives and vows to fight back. This will be the revenge of the fifth.

There once was a bucket full of eels that ate several paragraphs of Moby Dick, changing the story and allowing them to write new chapters, so that Eels in Buckets replaced the Moby Dick character

Out of your jurisdiction!

The two behemoths collide in a giant fireball. The FAA grounds all SpaceX flights for the foreseeable future. Everybody loses except the astronomers. Rock-scissors-paper-shoot, anything you want to do!

The eels throw a glass jar at the pelicans, who catch it and throw it back. The jar war is well and truly under way. The Resplendent Royal Beauteous Bucket of Broadway picks up two jars and throws them at the Picky Pod of Pelicans, escalating the war considerably; double the jars means double the trouble, and nobody wants Jarjar.

There once was a bucket full of eels that ate several paragraphs of Moby Dick, changing the story and allowing them to write new chapters

The Royal Beauteous Bucket takes offense.

There once was a bucket full of eels that ate several paragraphs of Moby Dick, changing the story so that

The pod of pelicans begins heckling and chants in unison: "A wonderful bird is the pelican, Its beak can hold more than its belly can..."

Rock-paper-scissors-shoot, anything you want to do!

An enormous flock of pelicans bursts into the theatre through the unlocked doors.

There once was a bucket full of eels that ate several paragraphs

There are muffled screams from somewhere in the auditorium.

Someone in the audience rudely belches loudly

Everyone in the audience is promised cake.

The eels flap their tails against each other in delight

The purreels wriggle about trying to clap to the rhythm, but then they realise they don't have enough limbs.

The purreels hum along awkwardly, regretting that they are unfamiliar with the show.

There is a sustained applause from the crowd. The purreels tip over the Beauteous Bucket, which empties an enormous

Rock-paper-scissors-shoot, anything you want to do!

The bucket begins to sing "I am your angel. Come to me, angel of music...."

The chandelier suddenly drops from the ceilings and comes crashing down on all the kittens, who survive miraculously unscathed, but with only eight lives remaining.

No more talk of darkness, forget these wide-eyed fears. I'm here, nothing can harm you, my words will warm and calm you. Let me be your freedom, let daylight dry your tears - I'm here, with you, beside you, to guard you and to guide you.