Mr. Wiggles Big Adventures (Not a Childrens Story)

And that's how it begins.

Next thing you know it's three years later and both you and Mr. Wiggles are notorious drug dealers, prowling the mean streets of New York for victims and/or customers. One day, while the two of you cruise through the crime-ridden ghetto in your pimped out ride, Mr. Wiggles breaks down into a fit of tears. "I can't do this anymore," your partner in crime tells you abruptly. "I can't keep living this lie."

You snuggle up next to your cuddly pink friend and gently stroke his cheeks. "Crying isn't going to free me," you whisper in his ear. "Your tears won't release me from the bonds of our love." "I never loved you, toots," Mr. Wiggles retorts, wiping away the tears still welling in his eyes - eyes that gleam with the dying embers of love. "I was drunk that night we fooled around."

"No! Don't lie! You were only mildly buzzed!" you rebuke him. "Look into my eyes - can you see my soul dying!?" Mr. Wiggles slams on the brakes and demands that you get out of the car. Then he slaps you. But you thrive on the violent mistreatment he subjects you to. It's all you know. So what do you do?