After everybody got positioned under their respective vehicles, Muffy got awfully quiet.
It was times like these when she really valued her friendship with the dear, departed Octopussy. He was so strong and protective. And, with all those arms (Eight of them .. Precious had counted!), he could wrap Muffy so tight that no danger could get to her.
"I really miss him", thought Muffy. "Too bad he demanded too much during contract renegotiations, and the writers had to ditch him. Pretty creative, though, the way they did it. It's not often when a valued member of the crew departs the scene, and everybody can have calamari during the going away party."
Muffy watched as the GI came running out of the building, carrying what looked like a bazooka shaped black flower vase. "That's odd", thought Muffy. "Maybe he's got a date tonight?"
Erroll (aka: PEST Control) wished he had access to his HamsterTank (tm). He withdrew his handy-dandy PDA from his cute little hamster vest pocket, raised the antenna, connected, logged on, went to the PEST web site (www.PEST.com, of course), brought up the HamsterTank (tm) control page, entered the appropriate parameters, and pressed "Send". |
