*One evening, Fifi reclines in the back seat of her Cadillac home... its axles balanced across concrete blocks in the middle of the city dump. Her attempts at wooing the opposite sex have all ended in failure. She takes it to heart, unaware that the objects of her affection flee for little more reason than the fear of being sprayed by a skunk.* "Le sigh. Eet seems I still 'ave yet to find ze man of my dreams." *Fifi sulks to herself for a moment, but stops herself and puffs out her chest an...