Elmo remembered the day when he adopted Dorothy as clearly as if it had happened yesterday. Oh, wait, it was. At only three years old, Elmo hadn't learned days of the week yet.

*FLASHBACK *

"Now, are you sure that your parents will let you adopt this fish?" the PetSmart employee asked Elmo. "Because it isn't really a goldfish. That sign is a lie to small children. I'd change it, but all changes have to be aprooved by the manager. If I knew where he was, I would turn him in to the proper authorities, get the reward, and quit working here."

Elmo nodded. "Mommy says Ican have a pet. As long as it isn't a veloceraptor. Why is your manager in trouble?"

Scooping up the fish, the employee sighed. "he gave a Pixi-Stix to a snake. It got crazy and bit someone. Turns out that it wasn't non-toxic."

"So, what exactly is my fishy?"

Something known as a bala shark. We think. It could just be a baby version of a regular shark. I wouldn't feed it too much, if I were you."

*END OF FLASHBACK*

But Elmo felt bad for his fish. He thought it looked rather bored, so he decided to show it some television. His mommy's how to cook DVD was on, so that's what they watched.

"And that is how you make a super yummy veggie lasagna that will help you to grow big and strong!" the overly perky woman on screen said. The logo, 'Cooking with Effie Trinket,' came on, and Elmo got an idea.

"Let's make that, Dorothy!" he said, bouncing of to find the ingredients. An hour later, the oven timer went off.

Elmo knew that adding that random shoe he found in Oscar's dump! ""Help, Dorothy! Help me destroy the evidence!" He used his daddy's jackhammer to get the petrified lasagna out of the pan. He then tossed the pieces in Doroothy's bowl.

That scary Effie lady wasn't exaggerating; Dorothy grew massively in seconds. Dorothy also got rather, uh, violent.

Elmo's mommy came back to find a pile of red fur, bones, and a hugely fat and burping up more bits of fur. At first, Elmo's mommy screamed and ran for the phone. Half-way through dialing the number for animal control, she changed her mind.

"Now he won't complain about pepperoni on the pizza," she mused, calling the delivery company and ordering a large pizza with everything on it. "And I won't have to wait until he's asleep to watch my R rated horror movies!"

So, instead of feeling sad about her son being eaten, Elmo's mommy decided to look on the bright side.

THE END