One Urban Myth.

"Seize the day. I'll motivate myself to today! In positive ways!" Lenny woke up to anticipating a fun day ahead. Here it was, a day that had dawned bright and sunny. It was supposed to be a normal super duper Saturday in Smallton. It was a very small suburb in the sprawling metropolis that was east of somewhere, on a planet riding around its trip through the universe.

Lenny greeted his standard weekend o'clock, his days off from the humdrum routines of his weekly existence. His morning passed by uneventfully, until his girlfriend came over to visit him. Penny accompanied him every Saturday afternoon, for their usual trip to purchase their addiction--Krispy Kreme donuts.

Lenny and Penny formed an attractive young couple, as people and their friends often commented. Lenny was like a cliche, tall, handsome, always seeing the bright side to things. Penepole, or Penny, as the laughing couple had decided to rename her, was polite, very pretty with her blonde, wavy and curly hairdo. She too, was ever grinning, as she also possessed an appealing character and quirky sense of humor. She was really dreaming about the proposal and diamond cluster, but Lenny was not quite ready to decide if he wished to settle into married life. He wanted to live for each day. He had his reasons for procrastinating. It was one of his hobbies.

Yes, the day was so far proceeding normally for such a sunny Saturday. Lenny and Penny were driving along the Smallton suburban streets, jaunting off to buy their purchase of Krispy Kreme donuts. They were debating on the merits of their own particular preferences, plus the coffees. Of course, this was their sugar and carbs, starchy addictions.

Despite their merry vibes, all was not what it seemed in slow old Smallton. As Lenny's car zoomed along eagerly, a strange and menacing chittering sound appeared to be rising from the gutter openings in the kerbside. Lenny and Penny exchanged nervous glances.

"Oh no, not them again," Lenny muttered, more to himself than to Penny.

"It's only an urban myth, a legend, a fear campaign winding us up with negative disinformation," Penny said. She was hoping to reassure them both. But they gulped in dread. It was one of those Saturdays in small, suburban Smallton, somewhere over there.

Smallton, so outwardly, routinely normal, was actually a town living in total terror. There was a reason. Anthropologists and biologists had as yet discovered any real, empirical evidence of Smallton's tormentors. The residents could provide only hysterical and brief eye-witness accounts of the cause of this reign of fear. The dramatic surviving residents of these encounters gave only their garbled, panicked anecdotes of seeing scary, extrasensory, enormous and urban feral sewer critters.

No scientist quite documented in learned research journals that there were giant mutant Krispy Kreme who dwelt in the stench and slimy decay of the sewers flowing beneath Smallton's surfaces. These rogue versions of the popular donut were described as bloated and vast spheres, covered in pustular slime. Some were supposed to have developed brilliantly shaded hair, growing like strange, noisome strands and tendrils. It was all quite disturbing.

Apparently, or maybe realistically, these massive sewer urban and feral Krispy Kreme donuts were fulfilling their own mission. The urban donuts residing in the dank and gloomy darkness, were gorging on fat sewer rodents were there, in the sludge and excrement flowing so sluggishly, underneath this charming suburb.

Who was this team leader, all of a sudden? His name was Ezekial Zebediah, a mentor among mere donuts. He had brainwashed every donut he could salvage from Krispy Kreme leftovers and stores, foraging in bins and shops. All the extant Krispy Kreme donuts had been indoctrinated to believe that it was their sacred quest of all donuts on Planet Earth to unite in a noble fraternity, bonding eternally to ensure theirsurvival of the species. This was instead of Krispy Kreme being consumed by their communal enemy, the human race.

In Ezekial's opinion, he was born to preach. Those dreadful humans had only created donuts to be demolished for mortals' wanton greed and gluttony. Their cravings had led to this ongoing battle, which was taking place regularly in Smallton. Yes, it was one of those days. The urban feral, scary sewer dwellers and extrasensory enormous Krispy Kreme donuts were gathering in the gutters below terrified Smallton.

Lenny and Penny bravely drove on to the Krispy Kreme franchise store. There, they leisurely consumed their Krispy Kreme varieties of donut, with their obligation coffees. They could relax, as Penny placed her hand in Lenny's. Nothing bad was going to happen to them, they were young and in love. It was only an urban myth. Scary, but in truth, no one had ever photographed a single, giant, feral Krispy Kreme varietal donut. Was it all a myth?

Penny bought two boxes of diverse donuts to take home. These would last them the whole weekend. Lenny and Penny left the scene, driving sedately homeward bound. Music was playing softly on the car radio, as Penny was trying to set the mood, hinting of her sexy new lingerie.

Lenny's hand strayed to stroke Penny's thigh. They exchanged smiles. "What the ....."

Lenny slammed on the brakes. The car skidded across the road, and hit a fence. Lenny hit his handsome face on the steering wheel. He was starting to black out, could hear a terrified shriek from Penny. The car filled with the now unmistakable stench of Ezekial Zebediah, an enormous, spherical sponge-like donut.

Penny bravely resisted, as she tried to take a photo of the massive donut on her phone, By the time Lenny was able to react, all he could do was yell, "NO,NO!! Let her go!"

But it was too late, all in vain. Lenny caught only a glimpse of Penny and her romantic dreams disappearing, as the giant sewer Krispy Kreme donut rolled away down the gutter. He had taken her and her phone back to his cohorts living deep beneath. A frantic chittering noise ensued, like cicadas in the sewer. It was so horrifying.

Lenny now firmly believed that this urban legend was no longer a myth. It was for real. Smallton had lost another one that day. Ezekial Zebediah and his believers just knew that they would gather more victims daily. Beginning in Smallton, it was the Krispy Kremes' global quest and mission to save the donuts of the world from bipedal humanoids. It was only way to save donuts from extinction.

Yes, it was all true. Lenny sat at his kitchen table, by himself. No Penny in his arms ever again, no girlfriend. No one to believe this tale of torment. Sad. He sought solace in a snack. Slowly, he opened the anticipated boxes of Krispy Kreme sugary takeaways.

Nothing! Only a couple of crumbs, a scrape of icing. Ezekial had taken the donuts to a better place. Lenny decided to drive to the store, he was a man, not a wuss. As he was driving along, he heard the chittering levels rising. He looked through his car window, one hand on his illicit Smith and Wesson.

Lenny experienced true angst. Gothic angst. The donuts were finally winning.....Watch those carbs .....