There was a lost little cat who could never find the little edible mouse babies for which to stop the plague and to save us from absolute horror of death that has been bestowed upon us by the great king of cosmos and his wife Chanbroqueltashitsa the ugly who was deemed the Majestic Mother of the evil horsemen of the mildly annoying apocalypse of Which there weren't any real biscuits of which to dip in tea. Also she wanted to get some ice cold slabs of cheese covered in Marmite. So she could lure in a great big fish and then cook said giant fish for the upcoming billy bong bob party where everyone was doing the hip new dance that involved wiggling your thighs up and swinging your nipples around your toilet paper which somehow ends up inside that girl's bedroom, which is decorated with shiny miniature replicas of Master Chief and the one dude who always has no idea what is going on because he wants to learn how to kill the big bad beast and end his life long search for the giant goat humping pigeon demon.
A quest