Higgy 2: The Wrath Of McMania

“Here, Titchy.” Ian Higton ripped open a cat food pouch, causing his hungry kitty to scale up his leg. “Ow!” Ian yelped, as claws met calf. “Maybe jorts arent the best clothes for cat-feeding… No. Cant be,” he mused as he detached Titch. “Jorts are simply the best, better than all the rest.” “Jorts wont save you!” Ians nemesis crashed into the room. It was the wrestling heel, Mr. McMania. Oiled up to the nines, he cracked his knuckles. Titchy hissed and launched herself at McMania. He snatched her out of the air, then issued a challenge: “Higton, you prick! Try to rescue your cat from my golde...