A large playroom was the setting with many toys strewn about hazardly, including stuffed animals, a Fisher Price kitchen, dolls and action figures and much, much more. In the center of a clearing, sat Anthrax on a small, plastic chair that was lime green in color and so small that he barely fit but remained without a care. In his lap was an open book, large and with pictures so colorful they could be seen from across the room. He looked up with a giddy smile that shown through his tattered makeup. He glanced left and right with that bone chilling smile.
Anthrax: "Are we ready? Splendid! Once Upon A Time...."
In the magical land of Krazzy, there lived a poor but dashingly handsome clown prince named Anthrax! Now Anthrax lived in a world of make believe, where the people sat around and pretended to be something that they were not. Mostly professional wrestlers and super models, although some unoriginal chosen few pretended for all to see that they were fabulously wealthy. It was a way for these poor souls to live through their lot in life, but our hero Anthrax knew better, and did none of that. For he was too smart to fall for the same outlandish games that the populace did. He was a clown, a jester of the highest caliber, and he was satisfied with that.
Anthrax looked left and right with a manic smile.
Anthrax: "Good stuff, huh!?"
He delved back into the book, his nose almost touching the pages.
Anthrax: "Now lemme see here..."
What made our hero different was that he knew who was behind the deception of the people. It was the Great Big Casey --- or as he liked to call him -- that BDF. That stood for Big Dumb Fucker, but since this is a children's story. We can't tell you that.
Anthrax looked with wide eyes and covered his open mouth with his finger tips.
Anthrax: "Oopsy Doodle!"
One day while Our Hero stewed about his clown shop, wondering how he could free his people from the BDF Casey, the answer hit him on the head -- literally!
As a long tendril of bean vine fell from the sky and hit him smack on the noggin!!
"Ow!" He said, and rubbed his head as he looked up, craning his neck back as far as he might, to stare up at the beanstalk that had suddenly grown right there in his work shop, and reached clear past the clouds through is shattered roof.
"Oh first he fools the people into thinking their lives mean something and that he's a big deal, and now THIS!?" He screamed, throwing down his Anti-Casey propaganda posters to the dirt floor and he stood up, quite indignant. "Who is going to PAY for that!?"
Well I'll tell you who! Casey The BDF, that's who! Standing upright and adjusting his clown belt, Our Hero Anthrax set about climbing the beanstalk, when an idea struck him. He stepped back down to the ground and pressed the button on the stalk, and the elevator door slid open. He stepped inside and told Bugs Bunny who wore a bellhop uniform "Roof please!"
Anthrax: "C'mon! It would have taken too long to write about his climbing a beanstalk that tall!"
And as soon as the door closed, it was only a moment later when the elevator doors slid open and Our Hero Anthrax toppled over and fell face first from the momentum!
"Top floor!" Bugs said. "Rubber tires, nylon hose, bobby pins, girdles, alarm clocks, bourbon, butter -- and other picture postcards."
As the doors slid shut again, Our Hero Anthrax dusted himself off and walked on the rocky path, toward his intended target of the Big Bad Giant. The land, it was dark and barren, a desolate wasteland, much like Casey's mind and career.
Anthrax: "Was it any wonder he's talking about retirement?"
As Our Hero wandered, looking for any sign of his gigantic prey, he saw small tokens, little remnants of what made the BDF Casey relevant in his past. In a large dungeon-like crater called the Asylum, he saw little mementos in a broken trophy case where the glass was shattered. Little replicas of tiny championship belts.
Our Hero then turned his head and watched as a dust ball blew across the door frame of another district to the land, this one called Sin City. There too was a trophy case, but it remained undisturbed, empty. Not even a broken glass panel to indicate any interest from would-be thieves.
Seeing this, Our Hero shook his head sadly and turned around to head back the way he had come. The elevator doors slid open, and Bugs Bunny waited to take him back home, his journey and crusade against the BDF Casey all but forgotten. Why you ask?
After seeing the dismay of the BDF Casey's life, he came to realize that there was little more he could do to make Casey suffer any ore than life had already made him suffer.
The elevator doors slid closed, then a soft **ping** and slid open again. Our Hero Anthrax stuck his head out and smiled.
"Doesn't mean I won't try this Sunday though!"
And they closed once again.
Anthrax slammed shut the book and looked up with a bright smile.
Anthrax: "Just like Casey's career will come to an end. Oh boys and girls, he would like you to think he has personal reasons for why he's contemplating retirement, and the fact that he sucks is pretty personal! Hahahaha! But I -- I mean, Our Hero -- is going to do the world, and Casey, a BIG favor and out of the kindness of my, I mean His, heart, take the decision out of his hands. This freakend, Our Hero -- is going to retire Casey Williams!"
Anthrax hops up to his feet and skips away from the scene merrily, and the camera pans out to find the children and staff of the day care, each tied up and gagged with wide eyes.
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