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Toodles had just gotten through painting her room a sea green purple. "I'm such a clever dizt, I could just puke." She said to herself and then the sky collapsed, having been heavy with rain all day. "Well, they just don't make anything like they used too, do they?" Toodles was quoted as saying. Well, of course, the first three days the workers were put on the job fixing things, they played with themselves and with union regulations and so got nothing done; and when they did start, it was in the middle of the night. Not that you could tell anyway, because the sun had come down with the sky and was perched jauntily on the empire state building with a strange, unnerving smile on its face. Toodles was very tired from all the 'Sky is falling down' parties and desperately needed to get some sleep, so she marched out to give the workers a piece of her mind (Not a piece of ass as those nasty tabloids said later), and you not believe what happened next. It began to rain penguins and treacle, and if that weren't enough to get one hot, the turtles started to dance. Well, what was poor Toodles to do? She grabbed the first male person she could find. Unfortunately, it was not one of the construction workers but the Bishop of Canterbury. "Hells bells!" Toodles yelped when the Bishop bopped her on the head with his miter. She passed out cold and didn't wake up till after all the work was done.