A new pizza parlor opened up downtown called "ShowBiz Pizza Place". They quickly began stealing our business, and nobody could understand why. So I figured that I'd stop by and see what all the fuss was about. It was then that I saw our new enemy - The Rock-afire Explosion. Not only did they have better personality than me and my friends, they could also sing and play music. I knew what I had to do. I had to destroy them all....

I needed to get even with the Rock-afire Explosion. The kids just seemed to love them - almost more than they loved me. I figured that if I wanted to get rid of them, I'd have to be tactful about it.... you know, find their weaknesses. After about an hour of observation I was hard pressed to find that they were absolutely perfect in every way. Crap, this can't be happening. I started to think of ways to infiltrate their perfection.
Hmm, you know Mitzi (that cheerleader mouse) was pretty hot.... maybe if I could get her to be my girlfriend, I could make her love me and that would tear appart the band! No, that's too complicated. Maybe if I offered Fatz (that fat gorilla) a big 'ol banana he'd quit and join up with us. Nah, where am I gonna get a friggin banana at this time of day? Dang it, this was getting me nowhere.

Oh to hell with it. You know, Chuck E. has never been known to be much of a thinker. I decided to take the easier route - to beat the living crap out of Billy Bob, the mascot of ShowBiz Pizza Place and lead singer of the Rock-afire Explosion. I figured that I outta be able to take him out without much of a problem. After all, he appeared to be just a big  dumb hill-billy redneck.

Hmm. Bad idea. Maybe the reason my plan backfired was the fact that Billy Bob was a giant grizzly bear and I'm some sewer rat. Why didn't I think of that earlier? I barely escaped with my life that day. He tore the living hell outta me and all the kids just laughed. They loved it. Well, that was it. I had met my match. Billy Bob was simply better than me.

After that incident things only got worse. My plan to take out the new guys in town had failed miserably, and our restaurant sales continued to drop like the price of a stock after I purchase it. We tried new innovations to compete, but things just weren't working. The managers of the Pizza Time Theatre tried to force us to play instruments and write songs. Well, our band stunk so bad that we actually drove the customers away. But not all was lost. Eventually some money hungry exective somewhere decided to shut down ShowBiz Pizza Place. And that was the end of it, no more Rock-afire Explosion, no more competition.

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