Melon was a fluffy.
A unicorn fluffy.
Unfortunately for Melon his daddeh had caught him enfing his footwear.
So now Melon was going to get his testicles cut off. He deserved this fate.
“PWEASE NU TAKE SPECIAW-WUMPS! NEED DEM FOW HABE GUD FEEWS!”
Melon was begging the meanie doctor not to castrate him.
Unfortunately for Melon all doctors love castrating fluffies.
With a single slice of the scalpel Melon’s testicles were forever severed from his body.
Melon’s nearly 5-pound nutsack hit the floor with a meaty thud as the fluffy cried.
“Pwease nu weabe, specaiw-wumps! Mewon am sowwy, wiww be gud, just nu weabe!”
Without saying anything or even looking back Melon’s testicles picked up their suitcases and high-tailed it to the airport, where they had a plane to a country with no extradition treaties to catch.
“Hoohoo, am dummeh nu-wump fwuffy.”
Melon’s owner nodded and opened his wallet to pay the doctor.
“If you want I could have Melon raped for just 20 currency units more,” the doctor offered.
“NU! Nu am mawe! Mewon’s poopie-pwace nu am meant tu habe big hawd nunu stick inside it!”
Melon’s owner considered that for a moment, then shook his head.
“No, but thanks.”
Just then the door was kicked in and armed law officers burst in.
“THIS IS INTERPOL! Where are Melon’s testicles?! They’re an international criminal!”
Melon just kept crying and begging for his testicles to come back as he was hauled off to prison.