One day, Stimpy was sitting on the couch, watching TV."

Ren came in through the doorway and saw that Stimpy was on the couch, "Hey, Eediot, Don't you normally sit on the rug?"

"Duh, I like the couch now! It's soft!" Stimpy replied stupidly.

Ren's face got a bit agitated, "Well, it's MY couch. Now sit on that rug!"

Stimpy's face was oblivious for a moment, then he said, "What's in it for me?"

Ren face-palmed, then grunted, "Fine! You can sit on the stupid couch if you call George and tell him that he still owes me 50 bucks. And you better call him! I want my money by tomorrow!"

Stimpy, happy, ran to pick up Ren's cell phone. It was on the contacts screen, with George already on it. He selected it and then put the phone to his ear.

The phone rang, and George picked up. "Hello?"

"Yes, is this George?"

"Yes it is, now what do you want?"

"Ren told me that you still owe him money or something."

"What? I don't owe-"

But it was too late. Stimpy had already hung up.

The Next Week

Ren came home from work and slumped down on the couch. He was obviously upset or tired, and Stimpy didn't want to take any chances.

"Great! I got a demotion," he grumbled.

"Why is that?" Stimpy asked.

Ren answered, "My boss, George, said that I said he owes me money… WAIT A SECOND!"

Stimpy wondered what could be wrong.

"YOU CALLED GEORGE PLOWER INSTEAD OF GEORGE LIQUOR?!"

"Uh.. I guess?" Stimpy said, confused and scared.

Ren screamed, "YOU EEDIOT! YOU CALLED THE WRONG GEORGE!"

"But I thought—"

"SHADDUP! I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOUR TOM-FOOLERY! GET OVER HERE RIGHT NOW!"

Stimpy hesitated, then walked over to Ren.

"PULL DOWN YOUR PANTS!"

"But Ren, I don't have any pants."

"SHUT UP AND DO WHAT I TOLD YOU!" he screamed.

Stimpy pulled down his fur that covered his butt.

Instantly, Ren smacked the crap out of Stimpy's butt. Literally, it got all over him.

"GOD DANG IT, STIMPY! LOOK WHAT YOU DID! YOU GOT ME A DEMOTION AND YOU CRAPPED ON ME! DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH TOILET PAPER COSTS?!"

He continued, "SPEAKING OF WHICH, GET ME SOME! RIGHT NOW!"

Stimpy instantly ran to the bathroom, his butt fur flapping on the ground.

He looked at the toilet paper holder. "No toilet paper?" Stimpy wondered aloud, silently.

He heard Ren yell with a squeak in his voice, "HURRY UP! DON'T MAKE ME COME IN THERE!" Quieter, he said, "Seriously, please don't…"

Stimpy figured that since he said 'please' that he deserved it, so he looked under the sink.

A bag of toilet paper rolls! He grabbed it and shook it upside-down, but no TP came out. "Oh no…!" he worried.

He slumped back into the living room, "But, Ren, we're all out of toilet paper…"

"….Turn back around, will you, Stimpy?"

Stimpy turned around. "Duh, is there some toilet paper stuck in my butt? "

"Hmm… not any that I see… Oh wait, here's some!"

Stimpy turned his head around and saw that Ren had a diarrhea-encrusted sheet of toilet paper, and he was rubbing it all over himself like a towel.

Stimpy turned back around and shrugged.

"Thank you, Stimpy... I'm so sorry that I-"

Stimpy picked up a newspaper. The same one in Man's Best Friend, with the headline, "Mudslides in India."

Ren's eyes widened, "No, no no!"

The TV screen went black, and a whooshing sound occurred.

"STEEMPY!" Ren yelled.