One day, Peter was walking down the street. It was not a particularly nice day, but he was walking along anyway, mostly becuase he had to get the store no matter what the weather was like, or there wouldn't be anything to eat back at the pad. Add that to the fact that Mike and Micky were trying to fix the Monkeemobile, and Davy was off on one of his eternal dates, it left Peter no choice.

"Pssst! Hey kid!" a voice hissed at him from the corner. "Wanna buy this magic Spam on a stick? It never goes away, feed your family forever! Just $5!" A grubby man held out a pink blob on a popsicle stick.

Peter looked at it dissaprovingly, then shrugged. Five bucks wasn't bad. And if it worked, the guys'd all be really happy about it. Unless of course they didn't like Spam. But Peter was prepared to take the risk. He bought the smelly foodstuff and proudly took it back to the pad.

Whereupon it promptly blew up, senselessly eradicating half of Malibu.