At first, I was stumped but then Dodo Law #2 flashed in my head which said, “It's legal and mandatory to release farty gas whenever seven or more people are gathered.” I looked around the newsroom and there surely were more than seven reporters in the room.

Luck was on my side, I had just gobbled down three bean and cheese burritos for lunch, and boy was I ready to explode. So that's exactly what I did in honor of Dodo Law #2. It was a Dodo stinky bomb of all Dodo stinky bombs. I yelled out.

“ Be a SMARTY ASS
Power Your Car
With FARTY GAS! ”

“ The fuel that keeps on releasing … Farty Gas … it's natural and non-polluting. It's environmentally safe. Farty Gas! It's a God-given self-replenishing resource. Farty Gas! Every rich or poor butthead in the world has an over abundance of it. Farty Gas! And best of all it's … FREE, FREE, FREE!”

“All we have to do is eat gas-producing foods. That's all. So eat hearty, be an environmental smarty, and a natural gas farty!”

Where was all this stuff coming from? Cooksie's intelligence must have rubbed off on me a wee bit. I went on and started predicting the future just like I had done in my dream when I was the Psychic Dodo.

“Millions of you drivers will be releasing and storing your farties in large containers in anticipation of my Dum Dum Smarty Farty Car.” I predicted. Then I released another whopper of a farty party stopper.

The reporters almost trampled over each other running out of the room. More than likely they were gonna buy farty containers before the stores sold out. So there I was, standing all alone proudly inhaling the new world fuel—the Dodo solution to the oil crisis—my FARTY GAS.