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He couldn't shower because Bob the chair was using the bathtub and taking up the entire bathroom. Bill had felt sorry for his chair and filled the entire tub with grape scented bubble bath and now Bob was getting a good scrubbing.
And all he could do was cry. . .Meanwhile, Bob was getting sick of being a chair and the bathroom fairy took pity on him, covered him with bath salts, hit him three times with the toilet plunger and turned him into a . . .
duck. A purple duck to be exact, he smelled exactly like the bath salts, Sugar Plum. He started to quack just as Sessy-san bust in. " Bob, get out!" But he saw no chair, just a purple duck. " ohh sugar plums..."
Tar was displeased with Eglee's unusually cruely toward her beloved Sessy-san and deledted that event so it didnt happen and Sessy-san sitll had is gorgeous hair!
Which didn't look at all bad, and Elgee was satisfied. However, Bob, who didn't like to be a duck, wasn't, and began to search for the true meaning of life which he was sure involved playing cards, frozen yogurt, and the Spanish langauge.
Especially now that he was a yogurt eating, card playing, Spanish speaking duck. . .Un Pato!
He sat there feeling very proud of himself on top of Bill's mantal. Bill didn't mind because he would pretend Bob was a hunting trophy. . .then some very radical animal rights activists came to dinner!
little good that did him tho...the narrator thought...then Bob's fairy godmother came. when she began to sing Bibidie-Bobidie-Boo Bob told her to shut up. She shrugged her shoulders and did. Then she said,
"You have one wish what is it?" Bob thought for a minute and replied...
But this was against the rules so the Fairy Godmother did the next best thing and gave him a big wet kiss. Bob wasn't all that certain that this was the next best thing, and he informed her of the fact. She hit him on the head with a staple gun.
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