...Iggy hissed in disappointment. Rear just wasn't working out. Iggy climbed on Rear's head. Well, on his face, as he'd passed out again. Iggy knew that for some reason most humans thought it endearing that iguanas apparently enjoy sitting on human heads.
"De gustibus...", thought Iggy, getting a better grip on Rear's eyebrows, and offering what he hoped would be considered a sweet little lizard lick to Rear's scruffy chin.
Erroll was not happy. He gunned his tank and launched a couple of missles in Rear's general direction. Erroll was a great general, but not much of a marksman. As he loosed one more, the door suddenly opened, and the miniature ICBM, manufactured in New York and sent to him by US Mail, zapped poor Muffy right between the eyes.
Muffy collapsed into Bugs's girly arms, wondering why this stuff always seemed to happen to HER, but never to her relatives in Torrance.
She must have wondered aloud: suddenly Bugs dropped her. Pulling a miniature sword from his boot, he screamed: "FIVE ****** CLOCKS ON THE ****** FLOOR!!! AND THEY CLAIM TO BE A ****** TRAVEL AGENCY!!!"
Erroll fired his last missle into Bugs's perpetually open mouth.
"Filed and executed", he remarked, just as... |
