Whinnie the Ooze. Gloopy the Shit.  These are the many names of a horrible dragon of pus and infanticide.  A filthy lie told to the children to keep them dumb, numb- their brains ground into mush.  They sing and hum in front of the images of a dancing slime bear. Little do they know, that vile little yellow-brown turd can melt into a pile of moosh.  And that's how he devours his prey.  No one sees anything but a mud puddle.

Christopher Rabbit goes for  a walk to the dog kennel.  on his way there, he hears a voice:

"My my, we're out early today, aren't we rabbit?"

To which rabbit stops, and with a worried expression intones:

"is that you, poo bear?  I, I certainly can't see you..."

This remark is followed by a spell of simpering, humming laughter.  Then silence.  Complete silence. Though it's daybreak,  the sky goes quite dark, as it would at dusk during the wintertime.  Rabbit, genuinely frightened now, tries to convince himself it was all in his head, the noises and words.  And he quickens his pace.

Causing a fall into a mud puddle.

More of the same inane chuckling wafts across the wind.  Rabbit tries to pick himself up.

"Oh dash it all why doesn't anyone clean up these puddles! you can barely walk without tripping and making a fool of yourself."

He turns around, only to see, before him, a gigantic bear's head.  Grown out of the muck puddle. Rabbit's jaw starts to jabber in fear.  Oozo says nothing, but opens his maw and swallows him whole, with beady little red eyes glowing the whole time, like sadistic scheming fireflies.  His childhood companion cannibalized, Gloopy melts back into the swamp.  For an hour or so, two glowing red dots are plainly visible on the puddle's surface, for any passerby to plainly behold.  Somewhere in the deepest dark of the woods, lightening crackles across the murky skyline.

STATE OF THE "UNION".

Now once up0n a time , there lived a nation full of useless vagabonds and

miscreants: nerds.  They refused to work.  Instead, they piddled away their

lives on a technological language called The Internet.  They made games and

jokes about the beautiful works of art that had made a light time of their

childhood: films, televisions shows, video games... fun things that their

generation had in common to waste time in nostalgia over.  A nation of techno

dweeb bums.

How did it come to this, sighs the older generation.  Where did we go so wrong?

 These kids, they didn't perform so terribly in school; shit, a lot of them have

college fucking degrees!  Shit, a lot of them, have PRIVATE college degrees,

that I, broke my back for YEARS, for them to be able to have and put to use in

a career and WHAT do they do with it all? SIT ON THEIR SHITTY ASSES

AND MAKE FUCK AROUND WITH THEIR MIDGIT MEMORIES ON MY

DOLLAR!  I don't know how many ways I can say it before I have an aneurysm.

 And it won't change anything!  I'll have an aneurysm, they'll inherit my

MONEY, and I'll still be the bitch slave that slaved my whole life so that these

LOSERS, these NOTHINGS ,these NOBODIES, can FUCK THEIR LIVES

AWAY!  While the country goes merrily down the toilet! Oh, go ahead,

youngsters!  You'll be 60 year old youngsters without a brain cell in that case of

moosh on your shoulders!  Just to defy me, that's why, isn't it.  Just to defy me,

prove some stupid point that means your future's gotta go down the toilet and

my past is a waste! Wow, you're a real SAINT.  Yeah, THANKS A LOT for that

statement, there.  Just, thanks a lot.  Brat.  Shitwaste.  God, I thought one of

these days you'd grow up, but no.  You know what the ironic thing is? Your little

martyr act actually proves CORRECT what I've been saying all these years. 

You've grown up to be worthless!  You should've eaten shit and liked it!  I said it

back then, and I'll say it again now:  YOUTH IS WASTED ON THE YOUNG!!!