Here's Part 5 - that's it for now.  Comments are welcome.

==Miyu==

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		SPAM

(or The Little Mystery Meat That Could)

	A collaborative effort by

		==Miyu==
	  (Molly C. DesJardin)

		  and

		 Xenoff.
	    (Gary Hoffmann)

EPISODE 5

	Spam left for Toronto early the next morning, still shaken from
its near-fatal encounter with the terrible Pip Fiend.  It went to meet
its Canadian third cousin-twice removed, Kam, who was attending a
business meeting downtown.  Little did Spam know that today was like no
other day, for on this fine Spamday the Spamolites from planet Recyclable
Aluminum were destroyed by Mr. Neutron, thousands of galaxies away from
the safe planet of Earth.
	Spam gleefully hopped off the jet plane that it had ridden to
Toronto (it quickly became its favorite form of travel after the first
episode), then leaped onto a passing moped that was coincidentally being
driven by Mr. Neutron.  This nefarious character was bent on obliterating
all forms of mystery meat in the universe, so he immediately brought his
steel-toed boot down upon Spam.  Mr. Neutron's ignorance proved his
downfall here, for Spam reformed into a gelatinous Spamloaf and declared,
"Heheheh.  You cannot squash me, Mr. Neutron, for I am no ordinary
mystery meat - I am SPAM, the little mystery meat that could, has been
able to, can, and will be able to!  I occupy all planes of existence with
my mightily mysterious meatiness!!"
	"So?" replied Mr. Neutron, quite perturbed by the meat's
presence.  "I am becoming quite perturbed by your presence, my little
meaty friend."  Just at that moment, Mrs. Milch wandered by, puzzling to
herself, "Say, what does 'milch' mean, anyway?"  The question was
answered by a booming voice, strangely reminiscent of Toad mischeviously
taking control of the junior high school's PA system.  "Who cares what
'milch' means?!  Now leave me alone, and don't bother me again, you
bizarre freak of nature, you," it thundered.
	Meanwhile, Mr. Neutron, who was excessively perturbed, muttered,
"Hmmm, I might like to eat you, little 'spam-meat'."
	Spam thought quickly and responded, "No, nefarious being, it is
now time for my transpamizationary spamification to the spammerific coast
of Spamandy."
	Mr. Neutron did not understand a word that Spam had uttered, and
so turned from the confusing meat and flew off to Pakistan.  Why did the
nefarious Mr. Neutron fly to Pakistan?  And how, for that matter?  No one
cares enough to answer that, but I can tell you right now that Spam had
something to do with it.  But that doesn't matter right now, because
according to the US Federal Witness Protection Program, Spam was in
Toronto and none of this ever really happened.

Till next time........