Once Dudley got his horse back, he looked at the old nag and laughed a quick, harsh laugh of disgust for the old beast (she really was a terrible old horse and mean spirited as well). He then said, "They didn't manage to keep you very long, did they?"
He climbed up on her back and together they rode off toward Nevada. They wanted to become a legally married couple. The old nag and Dudley had been wanting to do this for a long time, but the idea of not being able to have children of their own had stopped them from getting married.
As luck would have it, the latest genetic research could now make their fondest dream come true. Between gene splicing and the new cloning techniques, they had been informed that they were very good candidates for becoming parents. Parents to the first children born to a human male and a mare.
Of course the FBI was very nervous about this ever becoming public knowledge. So to prevent that nightmare from becoming true the FBI planned on inviting Mr. and Mrs. DoRight to be their guests (permanently) at a facility so secret that even the FBI didn't know about it.
However, unbeknownst to everyone except an evil mad scientist named Dr. Doodledoo, the secret facility was really being used for Dr. Doodledoo's evil experiments in genetic engineering. He wanted to produce FBI agents that could not forget where their buildings were.
However, the real genius behind Dr. Doodledoo's research was a large brown Cheshire Cat named Mr. Wibblepuss. Despite his gentle demeanor, Mr. Wibblepuss's name was feared throughout the labs for his habit of climbing on the table and licking the butter. This in turn meant that all the new FBI agents had a bad habit of tossing their cookies when the cat did this.
Mr. Wibblepuss was Doctor Doodledoo's "familar." This enabled the Doctor to cast spells and incantations that delved into the Dark Arts.
The most recent doodle that Doctor Doodledoo drew became so animated by the dark forces that it literally jumped off of the piece of paper and became a living entity. The very name of this entity sends shudders through everyone that hears it. That feared name is the Staypuff Marshmallow Man.
The Marshmallow Man had managed to escape from the laboratory and was at that very moment running amok in Washington DC. He was being pursued by a herd of salivating fat women from the local Weight Watchers club.
What happened next was not a pretty sight. At first it was difficult to tell who was eating whom. But after all of the powdered sugar cleared, it became clear who had eaten their fill. The Marshmallow Man had gained only an additional 1% in body fat and there was a contented smile on his (or is it her?) face. None of the fat women were to be seen.
Then much to his delight the Marshmallow Man spied the Green Giant fleeing Dennis Rodman's attempts to peek up his broccoli leaf tunic. "Oh GOODIE!!!", burbled the monumental mass of Marshmallow Meat. "I just LOVE a good game of Betelgeusan Left-Handed Quasimetatranshyperbolic Bazoogle-Ball!". He got out his steam-powered Bazoogle-Racket and prepared to serve the birdie.
Only in this particular case, the birdie was a deadly live giant flesh-eating Altairan Pecker-Bird.
The Altairan Pecker-Bird is similar to a penguin, with one minor difference: The Altairan Pecker-Bird is widely known for leaving conspicuous pecker-tracks wherever it goes. This causes many to sneer in disgust. But the Marshmallow Man said to himself as he hoisted the bird in the air, "Ah, a perfect specimen for flying me to the Dark Continent!"
Of course, penguins' wings are not suitable for flying. However, Sid the Mighty Pecker-Bird did have his miraculous pecker, which he was able to twirl like a helicopter rotor, thus lifting him and Marshmallow Man off the ground.
And so they were off to the Dark Continent, which by that time had been relocated to Florida.