Our story so far (it's really quite funny):
Shortly after discovering the body, they noticed something very important that the police had missed: The alien wore human clothes but had needed three legs. That way he could just walk past them while stroking bunnies on a green bench and kittens chasing a ball. Meanwhile, back at the slaughterhouse cats were roaming around it looking for a chance to find something good to eat. Then out of nowhere came a very rabid dog which went to the vet pronto. A big tomcat taking command of the space flotilla headed towards a space cat colony on the planet Catus Primus inhabiting houses by Catus Domesticus. Later, back at the cattery it rained cats and dogs while WonderCat, the super hero was chasing the dogs away, Felix was preparing roasted mouse. Then the mouse suddenly just stood straight up and said: “Oh, Master of All Universes please don’t eat my family.†Then I thought about possibilities for producing a cat musical that ended in a flurry of twilight loving vampires looking, afraid of snarling black cats. Meanwhile, back in Toledo, Ohio space cats invaded the city like â€In Her Name†books banning all dogs from it because dogs drool all over, also banning cat haters which possibly can be the bane of all sentient existence. Then to my surprise appeared city’s welcoming committee ten foot tall blue warriors who bowed before the cats. But then the dogs came and declared their total submission. The Cat in the hat went flat when the cat sat on the broken bat. Cat in hat saw that flat hat at the vat where that fat rat sat where dogs generally hold bats by their tiny bat balls while cats meticulously have baths and vomit on the carpet. After seven days the vomit proved to be the dog’s favorite food. He pigs out. Escaping from the pen, pigs run amok, squealing and farting while the cat was puzzled by the old universal question: Who is supreme cat ruler? Would that not be I? The universe stood in awe of the golden clad emperor amazed at the eagle he caught and mounted on his diadem, with an enormous ruby mounted on his golden breastplate. An imposing catkind emperor figure is what the universe needed before the monster birds came and drooling dogs roamed ominously threatening to slobber and crap. So cats had to intervene and genetically engineer the dogs who turned in obligation went down on their knees, praying for clemency from cat rulers. Empress Nefertiti, a beautiful Siamese queen cat was not amused and decreed that all dogs shall cease slobbering and crapping or else be immediately sent to cages with big cats in charge of torturing them and showing who is boss while grooming their fur and sharpening their nails in preparation for the upcoming canine sacrifice when ten giant Chihuahuas will be shrunk to the size of dried cat food and fed to mountain lions atop great mountains of tuna fish swimming in unison towards a future unknown by all except those in the know and newly elected president Sylvester Cat who crushed his opponents like little bags of desiccated donkey dung, mixed with monkey parts liberated from Oldie’s left over lunch box filled with screaming leftover gobs ogreasy grimy gopher guts moving about trying to escape into Oldie’s Spiderman underwear. But it was too late for the children to taste these wonderful gifts from chefs who served raw pig testicles to the infants and babies of the aliens from Uranus. But the Plutoians were jealous and declared peace in Cleveland, Ohio and spent it well. Then out of the blue Porky Pig ran naked into the slaughterhouse where they were giving free toasters with each bacon rashers for breakfast again! Meanwhile, back in Sydney, Australia the Aborigines were revolting again causing the Outback Steakhouse to prematurely burn to the ground. An airplane smashed into it flown by Sir Paul McCartney. Later, when the aliens arrived in 18th century boats they checked their cookbook “Serving Man†for the correct recipe to use and add enough chicory for that Louisiana Cajun flavor that they forgot exactly what long pig tasted like, so they decided to baste it with blood of a virgin and added some garlic to keep vampires away. In the dead of night an army of 2000 zombies feasted on the corpses of old people and their dogs who were there for fun. Meanwhile, sentient roosters started solving the enigma variation in C-. After solving that they went back to cracking human bones open for nutritious food supplement and licking the eyeballs of the local sheriff at home base for lion based funerals where triffids walked among them.