Crum had been waiting for this day ever since that bright red punk came shitting and screaming into this world. No longer would he have to apologize for his son's behavior on national television. No longer would he have to pay for the brat's costly misadventures. No longer.

The dumb little dog with the dull, lifeless gaze had made his final mistake - enraging Xarok. Crum had made a point of taking Crim to see his terrifying great-grandfather every year since his birth to increase the wolf's exposure to the godawful tyke. Crum figured the more Xarok knew about the boy, the deeper his loathing would become - and he had been right: Crim had been the opposite of what Xarok wanted from a descendant of his noble bloodline. And not only had he killed him, he had broken his soul into an unspecified number of pieces to keep him from coming back.

Today the good news had reached Crim's father and C.E.O. of Crumco., and he would celebrate. He sauntered into the Money Room, and gazed happily over the crisp dolla dolla billz covering every mile. He flipped a switch nearby on the wall, and the turbofans began to spin real fast. It was not long before the Benjamins were flapping across the room at terminal velocity. He trolled his way into the eye of the monetary storm where the paper spun the greenest, and grabbed some cash money from the air. The satisfying sensation of skrilla against his skin brought out the side of him that none must ever see, and, fresh bank in hand, he began raising the roof like no man before him.

The glory of the Gwopsoon had been realized.

(Fun fact: If you look closely you'll notice a few similarities to http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2509373/)