AUTHOR'S NOTE: I'm pretty sure that all of you (and I'm mostly talking to all the fans of the show itself) have probably heard of or actually have seen the episode "Arthur's Big Hit". This particular episode is well-known because of what it was meant to teach children- the consequences of using violence against others. I knew how Arthur felt and it was bad to see what happens to him later on. It was then when I thought, what would happen if Arthur went further down the "wrong path"? Well, without further a-do, I present to you my answer to my own question! Enjoy.

DISCLAIMER: All elements of the "Arthur" series are property of Oasis Animation and WGBH-TV.

Violence is one thing that people attempt to avoid as much as possible. However, when the person in particular has been either stressed out, bothered, or harassed by others around them, he or she may be pushed to the brink of insanity and might snap like a twig. The outcome of the person's actions may be punishment or eternal hatred.

There are however a few cases when people become so violent, it attracts the attention of others in a exhilarating motion. Most cases commonly have people becoming the same wrestlers one would see on television- wrestlers who go against each other for the amusement of roaring crowds of millions nationwide. It can happen anywhere at anytime.

The proof of this can most likely come from a familiar person in Elwood City. This person was named Arthur Read. He was only 8-years old at the time the events took place. Arthur was an aardvark who was a friend to everyone in his school and a lovable son to David and Jane Read. Or at least that was until it happened.

Not that long before the first occurrence, Arthur had built a model of the Bell X-1, an aircraft that made history by being the first to break the sound barrier. Everything seemed to be going good for him; the only difficulties he faced stemmed from his sister, Dora Winifred Read, who was four years younger than him. Dora (or D.W. as she preferred to be called) was highly curious about the model from the start and often bothered her brother to see what it was all about. This annoyed Arthur heavily, and he would shoo her away, much to her displeasure.

On a cloudy evening, D.W. snuck into Arthur's room without his permission and played with the model. She had no idea that her actions would cause her brother to commit what he did. Wanting to see if it was true, D.W. threw the model out the open window to see how well it could fly. To her surprise, it plummeted to the ground and broke apart. She then hurried to her brother and informed him that it couldn't fly.

Arthur was equally shocked as he was displeased.

Upon inspection, Arthur was also horrified to see that nothing could be done to rebuild his precious model aircraft. D.W. commenced lecturing him that he built the model wrong. Arthur, clenching his teeth and molding one first, built enough anger that he could not keep within. He stepped forward, growled, "I told you...not...to...TOUCH IT!", and threw a punch at her. His fist collided into her shoulder with a terrific force that sent her to the ground. She then got up and scurried to the house, crying uncontrollably. Arthur nearly fell to his knees to recover the broken model; however, Jane's wrathful call for him shattered his moment of mourning- it was scary for him since she used his middle name.

While David gave immediate treatment to D.W. by means of an ice pack, Jane demanded that Arthur gave an apology to her. He obviously refused and wanted the apology to come from her. But no matter he much he fought, Arthur could not stand a chance against his own parents. He was sentenced to a week without television. The boy felt abomination not just to D.W. but to his mother and father as well.

He didn't even think twice about informing others about the ordeal. The first to learn about it was his best friend, Buster Baxter, who spread the word to their other friends, including Francine Frensky, Muffy Crosswire, and Fern Walters. They all instantly turned against Arthur upon his refusal to admit he was wrong.

With all of the people villainizing him, Arthur did not feel sympathy towards D.W. at all. What he felt instead was hostility and vexation. He desired revenge secretly. But there was one conflict in his book: how to achieve it.

It came sooner than expected.

On the afternoon in question, after school was let out for the day, all of the kids were embarking on their journey home. Arthur strolled down the sidewalk alone. None of the people he knew were around. At the point he was near a familiar spot, an ice cream parlor called "Sugar Bowl", Arthur saw someone he was a friend to. His name was Binky Barnes. He was a bit older and tough built. He also belonged to a gang called the "Tough Customers", who dared him to punch Arthur when he had the chance. This dare originated from their hearing of the incident at the Read household.

Arthur approached Binky without a single worry. Binky faced him feeling afraid. He did not want to attack Arthur after all; but he had been dared to by his friends or so they were called. He wanted to prove he was still strong by his appearance. So while Arthur was chatting with him, Binky molded a fist and struck the boy's shoulder.

Arthur collapsed to the ground in a similar fashion to D.W. and he cried "OW!" Binky on the other hand felt a little confident. He stood up straight and turned around, preparing to walk away. "I...I did it," Binky said.

What he didn't see was Arthur getting back up onto his two feet with a vengeful look on his face. "Oh yeah," he growled in a quiet voice. "You did it alright."

No emotion could replace the rage rapidly building inside him. Of course he was embarrassed, but no one he was familiar with was around him to witness the event. They wouldn't even care if he had been stabbed by a butcher's knife or shot by a revolver. But even if he was wounded by any weapon, that wouldn't have stopped Arthur from running behind Binky, molding a fist, and striking the bulldog from the back of his head.

Binky felt the punch and staggered forward. He turned around and tried to look enraged. Then he threw another punch at Arthur. The aardvark was actually able to dodge the blow before punching the bulldog in the bottom jaw. The fight raged on for an entire minute. Adults gazed on as they wondered what they should do. Should they break it up? Should they inform the police? That was proven unnecessary.

As Binky tightened his hands around Arthur's neck, depriving him of oxygen, a police vehicle arrived and two officers got out. They instantly grabbed Binky's arms and squeezed even tighter than Binky's grip on Arthur. The aardvark was released and, as soon as he was able to breathe again, he ran away. Binky attempted to persuade the officers that it was Arthur who started the brawl, but angry adults told the police that it was he who punched the other first. The officers apprehended Binky, led him to their vehicle, and drove to the police station.

In the meantime, Arthur's legs stopped running as he was halted by an older rabbit. His fur was light gray and he wore a dark red sweat jacket and denim jeans. As Arthur regained his breath, the rabbit talked to him. "That was quite a battle you fought," he commented.

"He's the one who started it," said Arthur.

"I know," replied the rabbit. "I saw the whole thing go down. Is he always like that?"

Arthur shook his head. "He's a nice guy," he stated; "but he would never hurt me."

"That was until now," said the rabbit. "And now he's off to the slammer, just like all the others."

"Others?"

"Yeah, you know, the guys who want to be part of a gang. It's that sort of people."

"How do you know that?"

"My father was one of them. He spent five years behind bars for it, and that was eight years ago."

Arthur didn't know what to say or ask him next. He wasn't even certain if he was able to speak, knowing that Binky's future could be destroyed. But the rabbit said, "Why don't we get going? I had enough of what I've just seen."

Once more, Arthur didn't say anything. He just followed the rabbit down the sidewalk. He didn't even care where this guy where take him; all he cared was that he could probably find somebody who would understand him. Then again, if he explained everything, this person might turn against him just like his friends and family. But at this point, Arthur didn't care anymore.

"So," said the rabbit; "you actually know that guy?"

"Yeah," replied Arthur. "He was one of my friends."

"Do you have a lot of friends like him?"

"I used to have a lot of good people as my friends, but now they all hate me."

"What for?"

Arthur hesitated for a few seconds. This moment came sooner than he had anticipated. Nevertheless, he needed someone different to hear his story. With a deep breath, Arthur told the rabbit his story.

"It all began when I got this model of the Bell X-1," he explained. "But my little sister D.W. thought it was a game that was broken. As always, she often bothered me while I working on the model, and as always, I had to send her out of my room. Plus, I told her a million times that she wasn't allowed to touch it.

"Eventually, I finished the model and went downstairs for a snack. A few minutes later, D.W. came up to me and said that the plane couldn't fly. I went outside and the model was completely destroyed. Then she started going on and on that I built it wrong!"

"Did you teach her a lesson?" the rabbit asked.

This stunned Arthur. There would never come a day when he would imagine that a prediction would come true. "I punched her," Arthur continued. "She ran off crying, and then my parents grounded me."

"Did they?" the rabbit questioned.

"Yes," replied Arthur honestly. "I'm not allowed to watch TV."

"I feel bad for you, my friend," said the rabbit. "People need to stay in their place. And revolting against you is no exception. I say if they want a war, give them a war."

"Isn't that bad?"

"Not in my book."

Arthur seemed to be a bit shocked that this particular rabbit would be like this. He too thought that D.W. deserved the punch that Arthur had given her the same night she broke his model plane. Arthur felt as if this rabbit had something special up his sleeve, yet he couldn't tell what it was.

Without thinking, the aardvark said, "My name's Arthur. What's yours?"

"My real name is Mark," the rabbit replied. "But where I'm from, I'm known as Sharkbite."

"Sharkbite?" inquired Arthur.

"Yeah," said Sharkbite. "Long story short, I was feared back when I was younger for biting others and leaving huge bite marks. I guess you can say that all of the kids starting calling me Sharkbite. I thought about it and I went along with it."

"Okay," replied Arthur. "I see your point."

It wasn't long before Arthur realized that they were walking down the sidewalk of a familiar street. He surveyed the area to his right and up ahead was his house- the house had yellow paint and green roof tiles which he was familiar with.

Sharkbite ceased walking and looked at it. "Is this your place?" he asked.

"How did you know?" Arthur questioned in shock.

"Instincts I guess," said Sharkbite.

The duo strolled up to the door and Sharkbite knocked a few times. A moment later, it opened to reveal Jane. She was a bit stunned to see Sharkbite, but not enough to say she was fully shocked. "Can I help you?" she asked.

Sharkbite turned his head to Arthur. "Is she your mom?" he questioned him.

Arthur nodded.

Sharkbite turned back to Jane and said, "Arthur here got beat up by some punk who was bigger than him."

Jane's eyes grew wide. "What?!" she cried. "Arthur, are you alright?!"

"I'm fine, Mom," Arthur replied calmly.

Sharkbite had the entire situation explained to Jane in no time. Needless to say, she was quite horrified. She thought there would never come a day when her eldest child would be involved in a fight that nearly took his life. Arthur saw the undeniable expression of total guilt on the face of his mother. Somehow it made him feel like cracking a smile. Of course he didn't- who was he to appear as the insane maniac?

After a few minutes of standing outside and talking, Sharkbite said he had to return home. He told Arthur that if they were to meet again, he would give him a "surprise". The aardvark was clueless, but he prevent his feelings from making their presence known. Jane closed the front door and strolled away to the living room. The conversation Arthur could barely hear was the only evidence for him to understand what was going on- Jane was informing David of what she had heard.

Arthur walked into the living room to find out that his theory was correct. Jane had strolled out of the room while David turned his head and attention to his son. "Are you okay, Arthur?" he asked.

"No need to worry, Dad," Arthur replied. "I'm perfectly alright."

"Are you sure?" David inquired. "Do you need me to fetch you an ice pack?"

"Dad, I'm okay," Arthur insisted. He told him: "It was only one punch."

"Good," said David. "But what happened?"

Arthur wasn't that hesitant to tell his father about the clash between him and Binky. However, he wondered what he would say or do if he was to learn that he was involved in a near-fatal fight. After five seconds, Arthur told David: "I was asking my friend Binky a question when he punched me. I fell on the ground and he tried to attack me again; but the police came and arrested him."

David was clearly alarmed by his son's story but, if one were to judge him by his facial expression, he did not seem that emotional about it. Arthur had expected him to question him about Binky's actions; that never happened. David appeared to be pondering about something and Arthur was ready to inquire him. Believing that it could spark any inner madness in his father, the young aardvark instead said, "I'm sure that Binky learned a valuable lesson about this."

With that said, Arthur turned around and started on his journey to his bedroom. He was not more than halfway across the living room when David uttered a sentence that caused his legs to cease walking. That particular sentence was: "And I'm sure that you have learned one, too."

Needless to say, Arthur was mortified by his father's statement. Never before had he heard something that came out of the mouth of one of his parents that inspired outrage within his soul- a soul that was poisoned by betrayal stemming from his family and friends. He was once more consumed by anger and stomped back to his father. David looked away from the television set to see his son approaching him with a face of fury.

Arthur stood by David's right side and stared at him with eyes of anger. "What do you mean by "You're sure that I have learned a lesson, too?"," he growled. "Do you have something against me?"

"Excuse me?" David questioned.

"Don't give me that excuse!" Arthur roared. "I didn't even tell you the worst part about my experience! Binky tried to strangle me! I wouldn't be standing here if it wasn't for those officers! You and Mom could've seen me in a coffin if no one stepped in to help, and yet you still have the nerve to side with D.W., the true cause of the destruction of my entire life!"

David made an attempt to stop his son from going insane. "Arthur, calm down, please!" he cried.

"No, I will not!" Arthur objected. "Just because of the fact that D.W. is four years younger than I am does not mean you can treat her like royalty! She had to have paid the price for what she did, but did you do anything? No, you just spared her with no punishment or warning! I have to hand it to you and Mom, Dad, both of you truly deserve the Parents of the Year Award!"

The boy thought he had gotten enough weight off of his shoulders and decided that now would be a good time to head upstairs to his refuge of a room. But as he walked away, David, evidently disgusted by his son's attitude, said, "Arthur, that is no way to talk to your father!"

Arthur simply stopped, turned his head towards David, and replied, "And to think that you are even my father." With that cold assertion, the young aardvark pivoted his head forward and strolled out of the room. From behind he could hear his father call out, "Arthur, get back here this minute!"

But Arthur did not reply nor did he acknowledge him. Instead he reached the starting point of the stairs and began to go up step by step. On his way to the second floor, Arthur caught sight of D.W. approaching. Though brother and sister made eye contact, neither of them uttered a single word but rather exchanged dirty glances at one another. But when Arthur was a few steps away from her, D.W. turned around and called out mockingly, "I heard you yelling down there! You can't stop being bad, can't you, Arthur?!"

Once more, Arthur did not say a word- although he had commenced brainstorming on a perfect harsh response for his younger, devil-like sister. The words "devil-like" seem to fit D.W.'s personality according to Arthur; especially when he heard the all-to familiar screaming of the family's youngest child, Kate, who was only a baby. Arthur reveled in the thought that his brat of a sister would get a good scolding out of one of their parents since her booming voice was as audibly as a chorus of electric guitars playing out of tune. Of course he kept it within himself. It would've been more catastrophic if he were to let it out with no logical thought.

Arthur closed his bedroom door and walked to his bed. He laid himself upon it and began to ponder. It wasn't that he was thinking about what to do next in case his father marched up to his room for revenge, or if he came up with his wife (who of course was Arthur's mother) who would be close as back-up for him. That was not what the aardvark was pondering about at all. He was instead wondering about his recent encounter and his possible blossoming friendship with Sharkbite. Nothing about his psychical appearance or attitude was making him question the older boy behind his back. It was rather what he had said to Arthur that made him wonder to himself.

"In case we ever cross paths again, there is a special surprise I would like to give to you. It's nothing bad, but it is something you would enjoy- a lot."

Sharkbite's statement was confusing enough as it was. Arthur didn't to go through all the trouble to deduce what he was actually saying. What he did instead was lie back and did his best to get comfortable in case he fell asleep. That would be good, Arthur though. I need a break after all I've been through today.

After what felt like hours, Arthur closed his eyes and drifted into a soothing slumber. His dreams were of no one's concerns, but a person would suspect that he was dreaming of himself in a world where everything was perfect- everyone admired him and nothing horrid stood in his path. It was a world where practically anyone would wish to exist in. And of course, it only existed in the imagination of every living person on the planet.

Arthur slept on without any disturbances from the outer world. Yet, in his mind, he was still wondering what would happen if he was ever to meet Sharkbite again. Some predictions were cartoonish while others were realistic; but Arthur could not determine an accurate possibility. The only way he could find out the real answer was to come face-to-face with the older rabbit, whenever that event would occur.