A wild Manteno entramanure, communal narcadoodle and swamp witch Bernadette “Bern” Moran Cacca emerges from her natural habitat – the bog – hoping for her next meal.
“I lost my watch. Have you seen it? I’m lost without it,” Kankakee bill collector Dale Davis asks Bern.
“That’s MY swamp. Git!” Bern scowls. “Git-git-git!”
As the timid Dale takes off, a certain Peppi Cacca runs toward his wife.
“You’re looking awesome tonight!”
Bernadette lets out a huge fart, Peppi dives into the bog, and answers the call of mating.
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