Meanwhile, everybody who watched the Ren & Stimpy show was wondering when Powdered Toast Man would partake in this.

Far out in his space, deep inside the cramped quarters of his ultra secret, among-the-space-debris lair, the Breadbox of Solitude...was famed hero Powdered Toast Man, reading a newspaper.

Oh wait, reading the newspaper with a Corn Magazine tucked inside it, with one hand gripped tightly on both the mag and the paper, with a lot of paper-rattling noises...and bits of crumbs flung around--

"Hey, can't you see I'm busy?" The newspaper went down, revealing at his crotch an ear of corn, which itself was being penetrated by a bottle of whipped cream--

"Uh...", he fumbled to bring the pages back up, hiding his dubious activities. "C...can't you leave everything...to ME?! ...Please?"

Right.

Back to your scheduled story--

...

"Oh, that's not a gash, silly~ That's your present--the one I was gonna save last--your Ultra PJs! Oh gosh, I'm such an idiot! I should've told you about it earlier so you can save us both!"

"It's okay, it's okay! I'm putting itt onBHHRBHRBHLBHBLBHLTBHLTRTLLL--"

The rainwater drowned them both. Ren and Stimpy were twirling in the stream, past mailboxes, cars, hobos, everything and anything on the street.

Stimpy cried aloud in underwater, his voice warbling from the burst of bubbles as he frantically waded towards the surface, and with his eyes bulged wide, he emerged through the emerging surface of the flooding stream and said--

"RENNNNNNNNNLLLBBHBLBRBHLBHRBHRBHRRLLL..."

SSSSLLLLLLLRRRRRRPPPPPPPP--

Within seconds, Stimpy felt the rushing weight of the water sink below his lips, looking down in astonishment.

Then--

BOOMMMM...

BOOOOOMMMMMMM...

BOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMM

"I'm coming to rescue you, Steempy!"

Stimpy's head turned instantly, and upon that pleasurable sight, he screamed like a girl--

There he was--

BFF Boyfriend Ren donned the PJs, Stimpy's prized present, his outfit completely covering him in pink and undersided white felt, sans the face, making him look more like a bunny than a doggy. 

His fuzzy feet had soaked up much of the water, inflating the pink felt feet to enormous size.

Right now, he was walking toward the cat with a slow stride, his waterflated PJ feet noisily gurgling and sloshing with so much water, essentially stomping his way through the flood.

Finally, he approached the cat in need, bent over, picked him up in his cozy mittens, and then placed him on a nearby rooftop for safety.

The chihuahua sighed. "Phew..."

BOOOMM, BOOMMMM....

After stepping forward, Ren gave Stimpy a sweet, wet, intimate embrace on the forehead.

"Are you okay?"

Stimpy nodded.

"Glad you are~" Ren sighed, a long plume of steam rising off of his body as the pajamas were heating themselves to dry off the water...to the best of its abilities through the harsh, cold rain.

"How's the pajamas?"

"Ohh, it feels incredible! I'm thankful to--!"

"Aaaaaahhhh! Help us!"

"Ren--there are people over by the tree! They need help!"

"What? You mean the SAME people that reediculed us?! Granted, we warranted it, but YOU were, and STILL ARE my priority, Steempy!"

"But what you're doing isn't fair!"

"Mm-mm," Ren rejected once more.

Then, Stimpy whined, giving him a puppyeyed stare. "Oh pleeeeeaaaasse, Ren?" he started sniffling. "Don't let 'em diiiiieeee, ehhheeeeeeeggghhhhhh," SSSSNNNNNFFFFFFF--

"Okay, okay, I'll do it! I'm only doing it for you..." Then Ren smiled, "Cutiepie~"

"Why thank you, Ren!"

"HEEELLLLPPPP UUUSSSSSSS! AAAAAAHHHH!"

"Go Ren, go!"

"On it!"

Ren squatted, then leapt forward, towards the tree, where everyone was clinging onto the humongous trunk for dear life, just a foot away or so from the burning leaves.

Finally, he landed, causing a wave of water to hit the tree, extinguishing all the flames from the top of it--all while causing everybody to fall!

"Oh no, oh no, um, uhhh--" Ren looked at the buttons on his wrist--he went to press one button, but instead pressed another--a metal arm came out with a gloved hand on the end of it, scratching Ren's back. That felt quite good...but that wasn't it!

He tried to go for a second one...and again, pushed another button unintentionally--

"Woooaaooaaaaoooaaahhh"--his PJs were giving him a vibrating massage! Felt pretty good. Still, those it was hard pushing buttons while wearing mittens.

Nonetheless, Ren frantically looked at the buttons....he saw one with Stimpy's face on it--and clicked on it--

"OH! CLICK THE BUTTON WITH MY FACE ON IT--"

"I JUST DID!"

Ren looked down, seeing the gigantic gloved robot hands holding all the helpless people, the very same ones who were mistreating him and Stimpy.

"Thank you, sir!"

"We're so sorry, Mr. Ra--I mean, Mr. Chihuahua!"

"Forgive what I said! No dumpster, no dumpster for you!"

"I am forever in your debt, hero!"

Ren looked away. "Oh shucks," he blushed. "...It's--Mmmhmmmhmmmmmmmmppppphhhh," he moaned from the pleasures of his outfit, leaving everyone to look at him weird. "Sorry about that," he resumed. "Anyway, it's nothing, folks. Ehehehehe," then he looked at them in emboldened confidence. "Hold tight, because I'm bringing you over to someplace safe."

He plopped his heavyfooted, backscratched, vibrating self towards the rooftops, making his way through the water, soaking up more water, growing even taller by the time he got to the roof.

He pushed the steaming button, feeling himself be lowered as the water evaporated from his giant feet, evaporating enough to bring everybody to safety as they climed off the robot hands and onto the rooftop where everybody wooed him.

"We're forever grateful, uhh...what's your name again?"

"Underdog!" Stimpy shouted.

"That's taken, Steempy."

"Dynomutt!"

"No, Steempy--"

"Lucky Bunny!"

"...Lucky Bunny, huh? Mmmmmmmmmmpphhhhyyyeeeeaaaahhaahaaahh," Ren trailed off into a moan, enjoying his back getting scratched by the metal arms.

Everybody started chanting the moniker the feline gave him...including his backscratch-induced moan.

The chihuahua raised a brow. "Wow...they love me...they really love me!"

"Yeah, Ren--I mean, Lucky Bunny! They do!"

"And I wouldn't have done it without you," he scratched Stimpy's chin.

"All I do is kid's stuff...you're the one that does the MANLY stuff~"

"What? You're more of a man than--oh to hell with it, we'll argue about it back home, Stimpy."

Stimpy climbed up into those gloved hands, and said, "Don't you mean, sidekick?"

"Okay, Sidekeeck Kadoogan," Ren chimed along. "And far, and away, we go!"

Ren made his away around the block, now working up the giant pajama feet up the hill. Then, he got into a squat.

"I could get used to this sorta hero theengggghhhhhhhhhhh, oh my god, this is incredible! Fuck, I didn't know you could scratch a back that way! Okay, okay, enough of these other features. I just wanna hold you in my arms as I make a beeeeg hop over the hill~"

"Okay, Ren. Just make sure to not press the self-destr--"

Click--

BOOM!

The entire outfit exploded--lightning striked again--

"Not AGAAAIIIINNN--"

Ren and Stimpy fell into the water...again.

They popped their heads out...well Ren popped his head out,  holding onto Stimpy's ankle, the water still rising up on the hill as his other hand desperately reached for anything to grab..but all he felt was the wet, slippery sidewalk...then, he gripped something--a vine!

"I got something! Hang on, Steempy!" Ren worked his way up the vine. The dog grunted--Stimpy joined him, climbing backwards, touching booties.

His large blue nose sniffs--"Smells like semen! Uh...Ren?"

"Why are you stopping? TOUCH MY BOOTY WITH YOUR BOOTY so I know you're STILL...uhh..." he had turned his head, seeing another tidal wave approaching them...and this time, much bigger!

SPPLLAAASSSSSHH!!

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!" The two of them were huddled over the large hill, holding onto the massive entanglement of semen-scented flowers until they're hands slipped midair...then finally, they landed their asses on a solid surface away from the flooded decline.

Still, they remained showered in the pouring rain. Too tired to care about the raindrops plastering his silly eyeballs, Stimpy looked up at what stood before them. He took a slow blink, then uttered--

"Home?"

Ren, droopy-lipped, fluttered his exhausted eyes between the object of interest Stimpy was ogling, and at manx himself.

Then, he crawled toward the door, and slammed the concrete step with both fists. He chuckled.

"Nooo, you fuckeeng eediot..." he shook his head.

Then, he shot up, and released out from his lungs--

"It's our SWEET HOME!!!!!" Ren's outburst echoed into the dark, rainy valley of houses in the modest suburbian street, along with his maniacal laughter born of victory.