Maddy knew what she had done the moment she did it. Cautious throughout, she prematurely smashed the buzzer, easily besting her two opponents for the right to answer the question.

“Periodontal Disease!” she shouted, misplaced confidence radiating from her furry face.

“Ooh, no,” the well-coiffed and handsome, yet freakishly plastic-looking human lamented.

“The answer we were looking for was ‘Waterloo, Iowa.'”

And with that, Maddy’s dreams of an all-expense paid trip to fabulous Puerto Vallarta disappeared, replaced by Rice-a-Roni and Turtle Wax as a very poor consolation package.