The Cranium King did not use his brain. He ‘never’ used his brain. Never logic, never intelligent thinking, never compassion, just ruled with terror and feared treason. Then one day he lost his mind. Again and again he would ask where his magical black cat was. It was always in the same place, but he didn’t use his brain. He didn't loose his mind… as much as he had it drilled out completely! Now that was a reason for treason. Where is my cat? There is a cat in the perfume what are we gonna do. There is a cat in the perfume what are we gonna do. He was not missed at all by anyone. Well perhaps his cat, but the handsome cat went to live in a pink windmill and chase pink mice, very happily. You...