'Mulder --'

'Yes, Scully ?'

'Tell me again what exactly we are looking for ?'

'El Chupacabra, Scully. Ever heard of that ?'

'Nope.'

'Neither have I, but knowing John Shiban, it's probably one of those weird creatures of the unknown that either spits out goo, or eats raw fish, or goes around in the night crawling in pits with all kinds of kitties surrounding it, or goes white when it needs to feed itself - ya know ..'

'Okay. So what EXACTLY are we looking for ?'

'Beats the hell out of me. I mean, one minute it's a guy who kills goats, the next thing it might be aliens, or who knows .. body snatchers.'

'El Chupacabra, you say ?'

'Yup, El Chupacabra ?'

'What does that mean ?'

'I don't know. Do you ?'

'No. I don't know.'

'Try saying that word ten times in a row .. El Chupacabra, El Chupacabra, El Chupracaba, El Chua - Yikes, feels like tripping my tongue over.'

'Let me try for a sec, Mulder. El Chupacabra, El Chupacabra, El Chupracadabara, El Choppomundo .. *g* you're absolutely right. Weirdness ! Let me sit down and write a little note.'

'A note ? For whom ?'

'John Shiban of course. Next time he writes us a little story, at least let him use goatsucker instead of El Chopsticks, or whatever. Geesh Louise .. !'

'You mean John.'

'Whatever -'

'In any case, Scully, we're still stuck with this assignment. So what are we gonna do with it ?'

'Hope that 2Shy pops up and finds enough fat in our goatsucker to bring him to Kingdome Come I suppose ?'

'Might be a good idea, Scully. Yup, that's not bad at all. Only one problem though.'

'Which is ?'

'Virgil Incanto only prefered human fat. And I don't really think our Mr. Chopsticks over here is kind of human. Do you ?'

'Human or not - I know John's address. Perhaps we could lead him there ?'

'If the killer kittens didn't get to him first ..'

'The dog ate the cat. The cat ate John ?'

'Haha.'