Moe always was the one to be a happy, go lucky guy. He was in a great band with his best friends. He lived in a great big colorful house. What wasn’t to love about living?

Moe emerged from the kitchen to see the scene before him. He was a bit shocked. But it didn’t scare him from at least trying to help.

“What’s going on?” The bright haired man asked as he looked around the room, his eyes locked on Deedee and Roonie for a moment.