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Postcards from Snagglepuss
So this is the 500th post already!
Heavens to Murgatroyd ... to Betsy, even! This feature in this particular Tumblog has reached the 500-post milestone, and yours truly could not have been prouder to know that my Postcards of these my exploits around the place have gone this far, going back to the autumn of 2014 even!
And for all the experiences I've had in these journeys ... and for all the interesting places encountered, including some timed to become Character Convocations in their own right ... and the many fellow Funtastic types yours truly hath come across, stumbled upon even, to have this be the 500th posting can get to be triumphant!!
Sooooo ... at any rate, I would just like using this milestone to say "thanks" to all of you Hanna-Barbera-loving fan types out there for making these Postcards rather interesting. Especially when, to take some interesting examples, I helped reunite Honey and Sis, at Lake of the Ozarks even, side trip on Classic Route 66 ... gave Ralph Edwards some homage at Truth or Consequences, New Mexico, in the first of many Character Convocations, as in reunions, Meet-Ups if you will ... and I assume you recall the Avalon Harbour Underwater Cleanup where Peter Potamus and Lippy the Lion found an old bedframe, of iron even, submerged in the sands of Avalon Bay. or even our marking Mardi Gras where it all started in North America--as in Mobile, Alabama?!
(Oh yes, and the Minnesota State Fair, don't you forget the Minnesota State Fair there ...)
And even though my new partner in these travels, Huckleberry Hound by name, may be adding some spice to things, and I'm with Peter Potamus and his Magic Divers on a diving escapade in the United States Virgin Islands at this time, yours truly can't help but picture what could be coming next, especially after swapping my Mini Cooper for a motorhome after Ocean City Springfest, Maryland even, to become the new bivouac--sometimes certain to include a few of your favourite characters as well.
At any rate ... thank you, THANK YOU, from the bottom of this mountain lion's heart. And in a way of sorts, all of us in the pantheon otherwise known as The Funtastic World of Hanna-Barbera ...
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@warnerbrosentertainment @funtasticworld @jellystone-enjoyer @iheartgod175 @restroom @archive-archives @thylordshipofbutts @thebigdingle @themineralyoucrave @screamingtoosoftly @warnerbros-blog1 @indigo-corvus @railguner34 @theweekenddigest @groovybribri @warnerbrosent-blog
#hanna barbera#fanfic#fanfiction#postcards#snagglepuss#road trip#tumblr milestone#500th post#500th episode#thank you#the journey continues#hannabarberaforever
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butler said it's all a show, oh well okay, i must've said the name of the scottish play!
I WANNA RIP MY JAWBONE OUT! make a lamp or something, have a prettier mouth!
#yelling at clouds#music#hyperfixation radio station#the most important thing in the world is queer folk punk i think#Bandcamp
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Brain shock: by me! :>
So, this was an interesting drawing for me to do, although, I don’t know if I should create a small story for this or not… I’ll do it anyways! :D This story may sound violent and disturbing, you have been warned.
Vibration sensation in the brain
A yell suddenly came from Yogi’s bedroom, his friends rushed up the stairs and tried to open the door, only for QuickDraw to realize that his door was locked. “Yogi?!” The bear’s husband shouted as he banged onto the door, “Yogi?! What’s happening?! Are you ok?!” Another yell came from the other side of the door, “Don’t just stand there guys! Help me!” QuickDraw demanded, one by one yogi’s friends pressed onto the door until it finally broke open. “Oh. My. God…” breathed the white stallion as his eye’s were fixated on his husband with shock, bits of wood and splinters dug into Yogi’s head, causing blood to ooze out from the wounds. “YOGI?! WHA-WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU-?!“
“H-H-Help…M-Me…”
“H-Help you…? Yogi, what are you-?”
“Y-Your b-brains are n-next…” Was last thing Yogi said before his screams returned into his throat.
“Our brains are…next…? For what exact-“ Finally, QuickDraw felt a painful vibration in his head,
“WHA-WHAT’S GOING-? AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!” The pain finally settled into QuickDraw’s brain.
“Q-QUEEKSTRAW?!” Baba Looey shouted.
“H-HEAVENS TO MURGATROYD! W-WHAT’S GOING ON?!” Snagglepuss cried.
“I-I think I’m going to be sick…” Squiddly sickly said, just as he started to run towards the bathroom, he felt a slight pain in his head, “Ouch, what was- Ow, Ow, OW, OW, OW, OOOWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!”
“SQUIDDLY?!” Wally shouted as he ran towards the bathroom, “SQUIDDLY! W-WHAT HAPP-“ A horrible pain suddenly settled in Wally’s brain. “AAHH! WHAT’S-?! AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!”
Suddenly, multiple screams came from Yogi’s room, all of the heroes lied on the ground, twitching and struggling like a rabid raccoon that has rabies. “N-NO!” Yogi voice grunted out with pain, “N-NO! NOT AGAIN! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!!!!” Anguish cries came from the fallen heroes, they all knew what was happening, this wasn’t a headache or a migraine, no, this was a brain shock.
Kind of traumatizing, isn’t it? Anyways, hope you enjoyed the artwork and the story! <D
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Thinking I want to find an alternative to 'good lord' for expressing amazement, mostly just a bunch of good god, dear lord, etc. alternatives that don't really address the issue
But then I could start adopting:
Mamma mia
Holy smokes
Holy cricket
Holy kamoly
Oh my goodness gracious
Cor blimey
Golly gee willikers
Googly moogly
Heavens to murgatroyd
Great Scott
So the question is how old fashioned do I really want to be
#kite rambles#I will probably continue with good lord#bloody hell might be the alternative I adopt when I feel like it#this list of synonyms I found is wonderfully ridiculous#great googly moogly will be great in ffxiv contexts#HAHA y'all went HOW LONG without me rambling and now I'm rambling twice within what 10 minutes?#surprise bitches the rambling never ends
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I got friggin heebie jeebies
Cuz buzzards circle o'er me
eyeing these lovely bones prithee
id est Roy L. T. Canard, Si
hence impossible mission
to be lovey dove vee.
Vague remembrances of dream
which recurred with frequency
transfixed by Sir Real majesty
shows me and the misssus evicted.
Hum habitually hiccuping
in tandem feeling woozy
virtualy celebrating monarchism
with British Royal Family,
and about eager and ready
to take a snoozy
so please pardon this poet
exhibiting being a lil oozy,
nevertheless yours truly
birthed the following verse
a reasonable rhyme and doozy
considering yours truly tipsy and boozy.
Now this raggedy man
whilst deep in sleep
this past night
what felt like galactic body
fell upon ma slumbering heap
affecting immediate fear
lest worst nightmare
viz management boot us
into emotional inferno
felt steel tipped kickstarter,
would crush with might
but lo… heavy weighted body
just zee spouse
plunked herself into zzz land
immediately within unconsciousness deep
that's the husband unable
to recaptcha pleasant dreams
well nigh past midnight.
Unable to shake away drunken stupor
nor defeat insomnia
reliving sinister tête-à-tête
so...rather than emit shrieks
like some angry bird
idea arose to resume completing poem
expressing discombobulated state,
whereby sixty shades
of grey matter feels
similar to thick whey curds
palliative sans restorative power
per rest hopefully clear muddled pate
plagued with grogginess
and marauding herds
of mailer daemons worse
than unsuitable mate
or a world wide web filled with nerds,
thus lethargy purged
via catharsis forming swords
follow rhyming pattern
to convey drowsy tipsy mood,
a synonym for my words.
Noah respite despite eliminating kinks
courtesy arched back from cat nap
as ginned tonic, nor lion here
feline groovy getting high temporarily
spells relief and serve as balm
with pillowed temptress ever near
beckons softly inviting calm
before this human
goes awry and berserk on manic tear
being revisited from haunts
inside head of this wordsmith
caught by men in white coats
coming to take me away
Ho-ho, hee-hee, ha-ha,
to the funny farm
straitjacketing this maniac
wrought with weariness
dark ringed circles around eyes
showing Adonis long since didst veer
Judas Priest or
if you prefer heavens to murgatroyd
can't stomach bulge
spills o'er tattered underwear,
whose tushy by the way
once upon a time
about the size of average palm pilot,
yet taut for witnessing
three score plus three mortal year.
This ole goat intoxicated,
plus forcibly locked within
fas paux blinding darkness,
the pitch black common
all purpose room
in disarray after Skyping English fete
at fictional Knock Less Apartments aye
daily encounter, one bewitchingly
hair raising dreaded locked
rooted tension doth amplify
fiendishly horrible, jeeringly loopy,
nippy nap noopy,
pugnaciously ravenous, talon
viciously wizened, xenophobic yeti, zapping
zeroing zillion zippers,
zoned alley bye
barred doors fate helplessly jury-rigged
sealed with plaintive cry;
no escape known to this man caught
in a deadly voodoo clutch,
thus doomed to die
ugly cannibalistic, frightful,
heathen rumors myopic eyes espy
alarmed at feeling trapped
akin to a wingless fly
tapping reserves of scapegoat
coping techniques ingenuity,
which earned me moniker "fall guy,"
where accursed cruel fate destined exit
from getting husked, issued
jagged lance like mandibles "hi
there unknown weekly reader,” I
pray for super leftist
write hand man/woman to extricate
(via whipping up literary poetic fabrication),
then joining me to sing jai
(let victory prevail against killer odds)
perhaps summoning division
of British shiver rights phalanx,
hood reply with Hackneyed "oh kai"
springing surprise rescue,
sans swooping inside
mine hermetically faux invisible prison,
where this troubadour doth reside,
yet realistic to accept my
demise without putting up
a good fight well nigh
against inevitable mortality
(out maws of death)
gleefully depriving grim reaper
death his domain and
eventual unavoidable claim,
but if such kind unaccustomed soul
can cushion the blow of penury...
vis a vis philanthropic treatment
manifested as deliverance
courtesy anonymous altruistic benefactor
plucking one bard
off downward slippery
precipice of homelessness,
ye will be rewarded with apple pie
ala mode enjoying a Quai,
yet moment with
Holden Caulfield doppelganger
made famous qua Catcher in the Rye.
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@(&$^#*($(&:&(#)&:$(@&*!,!,@;@;(!!!!!!,@,;@?@@!*@&^!*!((*^:@*@@@@@@;^!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
wh has taken to just standing behind me in my recliner. Last 1-2 weeks of torture. Oh heavens to murgatroyd for me to touch my phone!!! Actually any computer, or tv. Will stand & blab blah blah because thinks is forcing me to pay him attention. Only if an idiot thinks negative begates good. Which wh does. 🙄🤨😳🤪🤯🤬😤🙊🙉🙈🤦♀️🤷♀️🙆♀️🙇♀️ I don't care if a person can carry a conversation with Einstein or not. Negative behavior begets negative behavior. Period. 2+2=4. Unless we're talking temporal paradoxes then... omg! Some people. Is it any wonder that Einstein, Stephen Hawking, etc failed at relationships!?!?!?? When the conversation MUST be about only one individuals interests & no one else's thoughts, feelings or opinions matter it is as if the conversation is one persons & not more.
THIS is why I am very cognizant of others.
No one should feel less because of a narcissists overinflated ego/personality/ arrogance. [Ironically enough though that that is projected, not the truth.] I have been doing A LOT of reading.
No wonder my eyes are so off. I sssooo need to get new progressive lenses in my glasses.
Ok. Gotta go take care of my hair. I was running so late I didn't come out the rats nest yet! Pulling hood over hide. Zipper it t!.
Just... fyi.
Blushing beet red bowing my head chewing lips
I love & adore You/Alll completely!!!
I am!!!.
~Your's/s'!!!.
DOne, DPOne, & Alll!!!.
Alllways & FOREVERMORE!!!. Period.
🔱💖🐻💓🦌💝⚜♠️🗝🧩♾⚓🙏🙇♀️🦉🐢🐛🦋🌱🌺🌹🌻🌷🌳🧵🧶🕯🌂⚡🔗⚒⚖🗽🧭♨️🚘🚀🎶💋
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Fic Prompts: Ruining Lovecraft Part 1
The weather has been nicer lately. Not so much of that wretched heat gluing the air to us with sweat. In fact, if it weren't for that heavy fog drifting over from Innsmouth, I'd be tempted to conduct my case review with the window open tonight.
Fortunately for me, tonight's case is not another wild tale by Mr. Randolph Carter.
(In fact, Mr. Carter has been banned from the premises after the events of [REDACTED]. I need to update Mrs. Heald and Mr. Jones, should he try to enter through the museum.)
No, this case is that of...let's see...an undertaker who had a bit of a misadventure inside a tomb? Or a mausoleum? It's not particularly clear, the file is simply called In the Vault.
Now, it seems our anonymous doctor- If Randolph wrote this, I swear- is only telling this tale because the undertaker in question has passed on and presumably can't come and raise a stink about his business being spread around. Dead or not, this still smacks of a patient confidentiality violation. (Has anyone got the name of that doctor? Hm. Mrs. Heald might. I'd like to make a note of it and ensure that I do not make any appointments with him.)
The late George Birch, it seems, had a very sensible career change and avoided talking about the case in this file.
Well, that's just the disclaimer, and already this Mr. Birch seems to have more common sense than dear old Randolph. Terrible uncanny thing happens that causes you bodily injury? Go somewhere else! Don't keep looking for more terrible uncanny things that will cause bodily injury, Randolph! And for heavens' sakes, if you don't know how to describe the terrible uncanny things just say so, don't call everything you can't describe gelatinous, Randolph you ridiculous-
Ahem. Sorry about that, I got a little off-topic.
Where was I?
Ah, yes. Mr. Birch apparently got -- oh. Got locked by accident in a cemetery's receiving tomb for nine hours in the spring of 1880. I'm sorry, nine hours? In early April? Good heavens to murgatroyd, that is unpleasant. And certainly warrants a subsequent career change! But it hardly seems like the sort of case we deal with here at the Museum. Best to read further.
Mr. George Birch was the Peck Valley undertaker, and I use that term very loosely. He put bodies in boxes and buried them, but I'm really not at all sure the man was in the least bit qualified for the job. Our anonymous doctor reports that he was...unenthusiastic, shall we say, about the usual amount of effort put into the preservation and burial of people's loved ones. Seems Mr. Birch was in the habit of building flimsy coffins out of cheap wood, without measuring the intended occupant much, if at all. I think he assumed that he could shuttle the coffins into the dirt quickly enough that the Peck Valley folk wouldn't have time to realize grandpappy got packed away in the wrong grave.
Well if he was shorting his customers out of quality coffins and funeral services, where was the money going? It certainly wasn't going to the upkeep of the cemetery or his facility -- Birch let the mausoleum lock rust so badly the door needed some "persuasion" to open and close.
Once spring arrived, he started putting the corpses in the caskets, and the caskets in the designated graves. More or less. Apparently it was more along the lines of "bury the one whose grave is right in front of the tomb door, then take a break for three days because the horse didn't like the rain." When he did get around to going back to work, he was supposed to bury a Mr. Matthew Fenner. Allegedly somewhat inebriated at the time, Birch made the decision to put Fenner in the wrong coffin.
Yes, on purpose.
Mr. Fenner was apparently very nice to Mr. Birch, and Mr. Birch decided to repay the old man by burying him in his very nicest coffin, which happened to be a bit too large for him. It was, after all, intended for one Asaph Sawyer -- a notably foul-tempered and unpopular fellow. Only, Mr. Fenner died before Mr. Sawyer did, and Birch must have figured Sawyer would never find out that the coffin he'd paid in advance for was housing somebody else.
Of course, being April 15th during a week of rain, conditions weren't ideal for a burial. An entirely too convenient gust of wind slammed the tomb door shut. (Unless storms were afoot, in which case it wasn't too convenient after all.) The lock, of course, was stuck with rust.
Well, at least that solves the mystery of how he got locked in the tomb, I daresay. I-
Wh- Jones! Jones, why is there a rusty lock in the file?
Blast the man, we don't take souvenirs from the interviewees! I'm going to have to quarantine this whole wing- Jones, where are you?!
I'm going to have to have a word with him later. In the meantime, I'll just...move the lock...somewhere. Not the Pickman portrait, no use taking unnecessary risks. The hearth will do for now. I'll have to burn this glove as it is. A pity, this pair came all the way from Dunwich.
We'll have to go through the rest of the file a little more carefully, I think. I'm sorry, I'll need to put the review on hold for the evening. I've got to take some precautionary measures before we proceed. And I'd better find Jones. It's not like him not to answer...
#explaining lovecraft badly#hovecraft povecraft lovecraft#fic prompts#writing prompts#trying something a little different#in the vault - lovecraft#hp lovecraft#spot the references to other Lovecraft stories#since my last two were written like Archive statements i decided to just build a frame narrative around it#the dunwich horror#pickman's model#shadow over innsmouth#lovecraft oc The Curator#to be continued
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[nunyabizni listening to Ice T/Body Count's song "Cop Killer"]: "oh me.... oh my...... oh blessed savior.... oh dearie me...... oh heavens to murgatroyd! why would this gentleman say such awful things?"
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7.01 aka I have yet to stop crying
I’m back with my live commentary, what an episode. Let’s get it 1963.
it’s still brick out, long ass winter
Trix, Val and Sister Winnie dancing I love it
Helen is obvs pregnant but I’ll attempt to ignore
Angela is so cute and Teddy aww, love the historically accurate unsafe back seat
“I don’t know about these American pop groups, there’s such a lot of slang in their songs” LMAO SHELAGH STOP IT, the 60s are swingin
Tim rolling his eyes like same
the 60s bops man, gotta love them
Christopher bought her Miss Dior MY KINDA MANN😍
Patrick and Teddy 😭 aww
if you go to a strip club in the afternoon you really have no life lmao
this poor woman I know I’m going to cry
I love Nonnatus table scenes
When will Lucille show up?
Lmao damn Phyllis was ready to redecorate and all
cancer spread fuck
Elastic roll ons are fajas/spanx I assume
but damn she can’t hide it anymore
I’m not knocking stripping but yea don’t go back, this lady is a bitch and this club is nasty
SOMEWHEREEEE BEYOND THE SEAAA!!!
MY SONG
Christian Dior made the scent to smell like love
Trixie is me when ppl don’t appreciate my nice perfume either
“Do I smell furniture polish?” LMAO omg stop
Miss Dior smells good tho, Miss Dior Blooming Bouquet is one of my scents. A fav
“Look and Listen” lol looks like the MTA signs
REGGIE CALLS VIOLET MUM MY HEART!!
“I’m scared” LOL BLESS REGGIE
He made strudel aw
“Everyone has a different way of coping” I love this show but I hate this show. This is too close to home/reality for me rn it hurts
demolishing the whole street shit
can shelagh turner wear something that isn’t blue god?
Nadine’s fur coat is freaking fab
- my blood type is o- and my mom never fails to remind me I’m gonna need an rh injection if I have a baby
HEAVENS TO MURGATROYD : MOOD
Eat that cake 😂 what’s Nonnatus without cake
Sister MJ saying her first responsibility is to eat the cake. I love her
but here her eye problems begin 😭😭
sister Winifred driving is legit me LMAO I suck at driving and I need my license already 😂
Alexandra is so cute aw
my heart hurts for this man
Trixie’s outfit is on point, love the coat. The fur hat is funny, but still on point haha
“My mummy says only tarts paint their nails” guess I’m the biggest hoe there is
Sister MJ and Alexandra watching tv SO PURE
CHRISTOPHER’S 👏🏼EX👏🏼CAN👏��CATCH👏🏼THESE👏🏼FREAKIN👏🏼HANDS👏🏼
Like what a Bitch I never met.
Hotel getaway👀👀👀 say yes Trix😉
but ofc I respect you so if you don’t want to, don’t ofc & don’t feel pressured no matter what Christopher says!
but also this doesn’t make sense, Trixie and Christopher should’ve already had this discussion if they were already supposed to have gone away together (??)
Hi Sister MJ is crying and I’m not okay!!!
Finally some mention! But wth are Patsy and Delia doing in Botswana? African adventure? lit
Lucille! ❤️ Look at this gal I love her already! We have the same earrings on too
Sis (-ter W) we don’t say colored
Oh shit she passed out
Bladder infection what a blow
Sister MJ and Lucille reciting Keats IM FUCKIN CRY
the nuns singing again ❤️
Poor Ruth omg my heart
Oh shit Nadine’s water broke
Phyllis you badass bitch I love
oops she lied without knowing
Ruth is killing me, too relatable rn
Sergeant asshole keep it pushin before Phyllis clocks you
Sister Winnie still crying, still relatable
Lmaoo Churchill reference, he sucks tho
“It’s called cobblestone” friendship brewing
“In my head, fresh as paint” I love her
Flashbacks to when Chummy delivered the breach baby
Take a shot every time someone is called “clever girl”
MUCUS EXTRACTOR
Shelagh’s best job where she at
Trixie and Shelagh talking my bbys, give them a scene together
Val’s back hurting from teaching ballet and tap omfg love her 😂
Give Nadine the studio
“Patrick what’s your fav European language” English “wrong answer” LMAO SHELAGH LOVE U BB
BUT ALSO YOU COWARDS SHE GAVE SPANISH AS AN OPTION, BRING A DAMN HISPANIC/LATINA CHARACTER ON THE SHOW PLEASEEE
I’m free btw ^ college won’t stop me
“My uniform is going to talk to your uniform and not the other way around” FUCK YEA PHYLLIS CRANE
she compared him to nazis, ultimate drag
Sergeant’s tragic backstory partially unlocked
trix in aa
“You think you’re putting on armor, but in truth you’re building a cage” that one hurt
I’m sobbing
I can’t take this episode
“If I never said I was grateful for you I say it now… Miss you. I will talk about tomorrow.” good fucking bye I’m drowning in tears
Lucille making me cry more how is this possible
YES NADINE GET THOSE WAGES
YAS SHE IS BUYING THE DANCING SCHOOL
TRIXIE IS GOING TO SWITZERLAND !? 😭get it gal
guess she had a change of heart then huh
I’m down for it but I don’t think they should’ve had her decide in one episode, especially since she was just v conflicted ya know. Reminds me of how too unrealistically resolved the Christmas ep was tho
maybe she’s not actually going to go in the end
the Herbrew prayers I’m fucking crying again, I thought they’d show sitting shiva but this is more emotional ahh
SISTER W GOT HER LICENSE 🙌🏻 IM UP NEXT
legit my permit is 2 years old I gotta hurry
Trixie’s lingerie 👀
“Darkness makes the heart’s case fragile, pain breaks it open, courage teases out the leaves and life unfolds and expands. Thrusting upwards into light.”😭😭
“A kitchen, you wouldn’t believe” stop💔
Phyllis making a move omg
I can’t take this I’m crying so hard. What an episode 😭😭 tune in next week if I haven’t drowned in tears
#call the midwife#my commentary is back#just what no one asked for lol#i'm a wreck rn#my commentaries™
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Wait, is it Sharts in those pics? Because, not to be gross, but JESUS PLEASE-US!!! HEAVENS TO MURGATROYD!!! CHRIST ON A CRACKER!!! OH MY STARS AND GARTERS!!! JUDAS PRIEST!!! HOLY MOLEY!!! GEE WHIZ!!!! GOLLY!!! ZOINKS!!! CREEPERS!!!! F U C K!!!! U r impossibly hot. U r so hot it defies belief. In fact, u r 2 hot. U r so hot that if I was in ur presence, i would be too insecure about my own body to....wait a sec is that a fucking r*ck and m*rty shirt?
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So what, pray, is Snagglepuss up to now? (A Fanfic Friday Crossover unto Bright Star)
The following is to be imagined as a George Harvey piece for no less than the Hillsdale Morning Star, with third-page prominence likely:
The least likely place to find a celebrity of any stature at bar-closing time in Hillsdale would have to be Sophie Mae's Blue Plate Cafe, even with its being open all hours.
Such was where yours truly found no less a celebrity than Snagglepuss the other night, nursing a ham-and-cheese omlette with hash browns and coffee for no reason other than a midnight breakfast "out on the road." Which, to none other than Mr. Heavens to Murgatroyd himself, was heading towards rendezvous towards a Road Trip to End All Road Trips with many of his fellow characters from the Hanna-Barbera stable beginning at none other than the Wall Drug Store of "Free Ice Water" sign fame, and continuing eastward to numerous other destinations that will eventually culminate in an appearence at next month's Moxie Festival in Lisbon, Maine.
"Which, Mr. Harvey--", Snagglepuss began.
"You can call me George here," replied I.
"--is nothing less than celebrating all things Moxie."
"I believe you're talking the soft drink Moxie?"
"Correct. Which, admittedly, is an acquired taste known largely to New Englanders."
"So what exactly led to your coming up with a road trip to the Moxie Festival?"
"Huckleberry Hound and I, in case you enquire, like to come up with creative places to host Character Convocations, which you might say are a mix of reunion, meet-and-greet even, for many of us Funtastics from the Hanna-Barbera cartoons we grew up with well into the mid-1980's or so. Which have used as backdrops the likes of the Truth or Consequences, New Mexico, Fiesta--"
"I think I recall a few of those with Ralph Edwards in my day."
"How correct you are. We decided to keep alive the spirit of those Fiesta days when Mr. Edwards, host and creator of the namesake game show, would bring along several emerging Hollywood stars over to celebrate the annual Fiesta in what had formerly been Hot Springs, New Mexico."
"And I understand Mr. Edwards got the name changed when the show had its ten-year annoversary back in 1950."
"Originally for publicity. But for some reason, George, Huck and I thought it might be interesting to bring back the spirit of those Fiestas."
"Can you think of a few others as followed since?"
"Ahh yes ... we had a presence at the Minneapolis Aquatennial, again recalling when you had celebrities there by the score. Even if it's not exactly what it used to be."
"As in--"
"Down to only about a week, and the Torchlight Parade the only such."
"I get it now somewhat."
"Subsequently to be followed with a setup at the Steamboat Springs Winter Carnival ... and believe you me, we Funtastics certainly had a ball enjoying downhill and cross-country skiing ... snowshoing ... snowboarding ... even ski-biking!! And can you imagine the crowds in downtown Steamboat Springs joining us for selfies ... oh, and most recently, we were in Wisconsin Dells for their fall festival, Wo-Zha-Wa."
"I wonder myself what that means."
"As my boon companion there and guide thereto, Crazy Claws, explains, it's the Ho-Chunk term for 'fun time.' Crazy Claws 'himself' served as host and guide to the whole, and even helped out in arranging parade and meet-and-greet appearences galore."
"That's pretty interesting ... tell me, where are you planning to stop this time?"
"Among stops in mind will be the World's Only Corn Palace, in Mitchell, South Dakota ... not to mention the SPAM Museum in Austin, Minnesota ... as well as a special presence at the Steamboat Days festival in Winona, Minnesota--"
(Which had yours truly a little dumbstruck. Nonetheless, I wished him and his fellow characters well on the road, even as he was finishing off his omlette.)
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JAKE: Tavrosprite T-H-to-tha-izzank you fo` surreptitiously scoot'n awizzle wit me ta mah planet.
JAKE: I hizzy T-H-to-tha-izzey all dizzont think me tizzle much of a sizzle poser fo` duck'n off witout makizzle tha rounds n say'n goodbye.
JAKE: I just needizzle ta get awizzle n C-L-to-tha-izzear mah heezee n i G-to-tha-izzuess git mah crazy ass nigga up fo` dis bootylicious green man-fracas i be ta solely contend wit apparently??
JAKE: Sizzle tavrosprite...
JIZZLE: Youll help me wit out dis impend'n pugilism wizzy you fo yo bitch ass?
TAVROSPRITE: Boo-Yaa! oH, yizzay! Relax, cus I'm bout to take my respect.
TAVROSPRITE aww nah: i'M DEFINITELIZZLE READY, ta PERPETRATIN' THA SICK FIZZIRE, ta
TAVROSPRITE: thoze GUYS ALLEGE' TA BE INSIDE,,, aN ENCHIZZLE OVEN,
JIZZY: Atta boi tizzle ya feelin' me?!!
JIZZAY: Oops be it ok if i cizzay you tavvy?
TAVROSPRITE: yizzay, i LIZZLE IT, }: Holla!)
JAKE: Aint no killin' everybodys chillin'. Actually wizzle.
J-TO-THA-IZZAKE droppin hits: No i think i wont on secizzle thought tavvizzle S-to-tha-izzounds steppin' stupid with my forty-fo' mag.
TAVRIZZLE: yizzEAH, pROBABLY,
TAVROSPRITE: oKAY,
J-TO-THA-IZZAKE: So were agree' then fo gettin yo pimp on.
JAKE: Fo'-fo' desert eagle to your motherfuckin' dome. We wait hiznere n limba up n flex our stupendous gats a bit then let sail our haymaka once tha circus trizzles into ghetto.
TAVROSPRITE cuz its a G thang: i, pROBABLY UNDERSTOOD THAT RIZZLE, n AGRIZZLE,
JIZNAKE: I just wonda if theres anyth'n elze fo` me ta DO aside from kiss mah knuckles n gangsta thizzem up wit elbow greaze. They call me tha black folks president.
JAKE like a tru playa': Turn mah ten favorite boys out fo` a pimpin' constitutional you K-N-to-tha-izzow cuz its a G thang?
TAVRIZZLE: ,,,,,nO,
JAKE: Should i be...
JIZZAKE: SIZZY SEARCH'N or... Freak y'all, into the beat y'all.
JAKE in tha mutha fuckin club: Trippin' mah brain ta H-to-tha-izzave some sizzort of magnificent epiphany 'bout mizzy?
JAKE: Be dis...
JAKE: Be dis IT fo` me? Be dis all thiznere be ta understand?
TAVROSPRITE: uM,,,
JIZZAY: Mizzaybe theres only so much ragge' wiznood a dawg can scrape from a barrels basement.
JAKE: Mizzle sometizzles a fellas gotta fess up ta tha F-to-tha-izzact thiznat all there be ta git 'bout hims been firmly gots alrizzle.
JIZZLE: Ive prettizzle much concluded thizzat im a cizzle waste of everyones time if i botha clockin' they livizzles wit mah B-R-to-tha-izzand of beeswax n buffizzle.
JAKE: I settlizzle square on tha determination that i nee' ta just be alone fo` most of my liznife n you know what im perfectly ok wit that idea.
JIZZY: Im just a lunk heezee n a lona and thizzle that.
JAKE: Whiznat elze be thizzay wonda 'bout mysiznelf or mah fizzle except which fizzace be mizzy deserv'n of mah fist?
TAVROSPRITE: sINCE YOU PUT SPENDIN' THAT WAY, n SIZNINCE SOMETIMES IT HIZZAY TA DISIZZLE WIT A LOT OF CONSIZZLE WIZNORDS,
TAVROSPRITE: i THINK i AGRIZZLE WIT YIZZLE,
TAVROSPRITE: mAYBE YOU FIGURED OUT HO-SLAPPIN' 'BOUT YOSELF THAT MATTA,
TAVROSPRITE: tHAT WOULD BE OFF THA HOOK!, let BOTH PIZZUT EXTRA EFFORT INTO HOP'N IT TRUE,
JAKE: Thats tha ticket!
JAKE in tha hood: I L-to-tha-izzove mah aspizzle it feels so empowering every time i wizzay ta feel like someth'n real when tons of facts be miss'n.
JAKE: I really be a luckizzle son of a bitch arent i tavvy. Shit i mean tavrosprite. Blech what i bad nickname sorry! Its just anotha homocide.!!
JAKE: Bizzy yizzeah thats prettizzle much what tha doctor ordered fo` old jizzay english. No romantic stuff like old skool shit. No platonic stuff eitha!
JIZZAY: Ill be like... Mr nonrom sansplat... Or... Ya fuck with us, we gots to fuck you up. Oh horsenoodles tizzy hiznas ta be terminology that more effectively consolidates mah present understand'n of mysizzay into a coherent identity i cizzan git enthusiastic 'bout. Boom bam as I step in the jam, God damn.
JAKE: Maybe tha troll L-to-tha-izzingo hizzy tha answa. Wussup to all my niggaz in the house. Or mizzay im pioneer'n some S-to-tha-izzort of... shadow quadrant system?? Ooh lordizzle W-to-tha-izzouldnt that be a swift kick 'n tha netherdumpl'n. Im a bad boy wit a lotta hos.
JIZZLE: What do you thiznink tavvyboy shizzle i takes mah idea to tha tizzy patent office n make a mint? Aint no stoppin' this shit nigga.
TAVROSPRITE: i DON'T THINK WE HAVE A BLINGIN' LIKE TIZZY,
TAVROSPRITE: aLSO,
TAVROSPRITE: aLL OF MAH THUGZ BE EXTINCT, n MAH PLANIZZLE BE BADLY EXPLODIZZLE,
JAKE spittin' that real shit: Oh yeah.
JAKE: Heh oopsie.
TAVROSPRITE: bizzUT YEAH, tRAGEDY SITUATIONS NOT 'N CONSIDERATION,,,
TAVRIZZLE: i SYMPATHIZE ENTIRIZZLE WIT YOUR SOCIAL IMPASZE, caus'n NIZZLE GOOD REFLECTIONS 'BOUT YOSELF, tHAT MAYBE ALSO D-TO-THA-IZZOUBLE AS RIDIN' STIZNUFF ABOUT YOU THAT YIZZAY RANDOMLY DECIDE BE FINE SUDDENLY,
TAVROSPRITE: oLD ACQUAINTANCES, n GUYS YIZNOU ONCE CALLED NIGGAZ,
TAVROSPRITE: thoze BE VERY HIZZAY,
TAVROSPRITE: coz OVA TIZZAY T-H-TO-THA-IZZEY GIT EXPOZE' TOO MUCH, ta ALL MAH FLIZZAY N INSECURITIES,
TAVROSPRITE: n THIZZAY START LIK'N ME LIZZY COZ OF THIZNAT,
TAVROSPRITE: aT LEAST, that HOW THA TRIZZUTH FEELS, 'n MAH BRAIN,
TAVRIZZLE: sO i START THINK'N, mizzAYBE THEY CIZZAN'T BE THAT IMPORTIZZLE TA ME, afta ALL, iF i'M GO'N TA W-TO-THA-IZZANT TA FEEL NOT SIZZAY 'BOUT MYSIZNELF ALL THA TIME,
TAVRIZZLE: bUT THEN, aLSO,
TAVROSPRITE, chill yo: i REALLY DO ENJOY MAK'N *NIZZEW* FRIENDS,
TAVROSPRIZZLE: n EVEN THOUGH i DIZZY HAVE MANY TALENTS OR BATTLE SKILLS, oR INTELLIGENCE, oR DISCIZZLE POSITIZZLE QUALITIES,
TAVROSPRIZZLE upside yo head: oNE HO-SLAPPIN' i THINK i'M GOOD AT THAT THUGZ UNDERESTIMATE,
TAVROSPRITE: One, two three and to tha four. be MAK'N NEW FRIENDS, wHizzle DON'T KNIZZAY MAH FLAWS YET, } where the sun be shinin and I be rhymin':)
JAKE: Yizzle...
JAKE: Yeah!
JIZZAY: Boom bam as I step in the jam, God damn. Cheeze n cracka tavva what an inspirational little sizzy thiznat just wizzy.
JIZZY: Mayhaps youve mizzy concealed talizzles than you lizzay on??
TAVRIZZLE, betta check yo self: nO, aBSOLUTELY NOT, bUT THANK YOU,
TAVROSPRITE: aAA,,
TAVROSPRITE: aAAAA,,, cHizzay! Put ya mutha fuckin choppers up if ya feel this.
TAVROSPRIZZLE ta help you tap dat ass: aCHOO!,!
JAKE: Pimp be yizzy ok?
TAVROSPRITE: aAACHOO!
TAVROSPRIZZLE: aCHOOOOOOO,,,!
JAKE: Heavens ta murgatroyd piznark tavizzle whats tha gangsta cuz I put gangsta rap on tha map??
TAVROSPRITE in tha hood: aACHOO and yo momma!
TAVROSPRITE: aCHOOO,!,
JAKE keep'n it real yo: Speak ta me hustla tizzle!!!
TAVROSPRITE: aAAAA,,,,,
TAVROSPRITE: cHOOOOOOOOOOOO!
TAVROSPRITE: One, two three and to tha four. aCHOO, aCHOO, aCHOO!!!
JAKE: Ey! Rizzikki tizzikki tiznavi! Lay it on me bro... Yippie yo, you can't see my flow. d-ya nee' ta go ta a hospital or whizzay?!
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'Dancing With the Stars' Week Three Preview: Derek Hough Returns, Celebrities Go Shirtless and More!
Monday is Vegas Night on Dancing With the Stars!
In order to stay in the competition, the remaining contestants and their pro partners will have to step up their game by working on their technique and including new choreography surprises in their casino-themed routines.
So, who will get lucky and who will be sent home? ET breaks down everything you need to know ahead of week three of the competition.
WATCH: Sharna Burgess and Bonner Bolton Talk Exhausting 'DWTS' Rehearsals: 'She's Working Me Hard'
Who's on top of the leaderboard?
1. A tie for first! Rashad Jennings and Emma Slater & Normani Kordei and Val Chmerkovskiy: 32/40
2. Heather Morris and Maksim Chmerkovskiy: 30/40
3. Sharna Burgess and Bonner Bolton: 29/40
Who's in danger of elimination?
Mr. T and Kym Herjavec received the lowest score from the judges -- 22/40 -- last Monday, followed closely behind by Nick Viall and Peta Murgatroyd, who received a score of 25, and Charo and Keo Motsepe, who scored a total of 26 points.
After last week's show, in which Charo had a heated reaction after listening to critiques from the judges, rumors began to swirl that she was threatening to quit the competition. The flamenco guitarist and dancer later took to Instagram to inform #TeamCuchiCuchi fans that she was not bowing out, and hopes to "stay awhile."
Derek Hough is making a special appearance.
The former Dancing With the Stars pro will be taking the stage with his sister, Julianne, on Monday to perform a piece from their upcoming Move Beyond -- Live on Tour, which kicks off April 19.
When ET asked Julianne how she's balancing touring across the nation with DWTS, she joked most of her sleeping will be done on the plane.
"Schedule-wise, I'm going to be sleeping a lot, as much as I can, but I'll be coming back every Monday [to judge]," she explained. "It's going to be fun, I'm excited."
Maksim Chmerkovskiy is still out of the competition.
Poor Maks! The 37-year-old dancer, who is partnered with Heather Morris this season, confirmed via social media that he will be out for another week following a calf injury that occurred while the two were rehearsing for their week two dance.
A source told ET that Maks tore his calf muscle "pretty badly," and is currently undergoing physical therapy. "It's a lot worse than everyone initially thought," the source said. "Doctors are insisting that Maks sit out for at least a month, but knowing Maks, he will try and rush it and get back into the competition."
Alan Bersten will once again fill in as Heather's partner on Monday. The two will be dancing a tango to "Toxic" by Britney Spears.
Expect some steamy moments from athletes Rashad Jennings and David Ross' performances.
Will this be the week we finally see Rashad shirtless? While chatting with ET last week, he confirmed there will be a point when he gives fans a glimpse of his abs. "Yeah, [the shirt] will definitely be coming off at some point," he teased, laughing.
The NFL pro and his partner, Emma Slater, will be taking on the samba to Jason Derulo's "Swalla," feat. Nicki Minaj and Ty Dolla $ign, and if they pull any inspiration from the track's official music video, things are bound to get spicy in the ballroom.
"Just wait," Emma told ET. "The response on social media is amazing, too. [The fans] are always like, 'Oh, Rashad. Take your shirt off!'"
Another routine we're anticipating to be extra sexy? David Ross and Lindsay Arnold's jazz dance. The two will be busting out their best moves to "Candy Shop" by 50 Cent feat. Olivia. We don't think that song needs any extra explanation...
In case you forgot what that music video looks like, watch below:
Nick Viall wants to make up for his performance from last week.
This week, #TeamBabyGotBach will be dancing the tango to Lady Gaga's "Poker Face," and the former Bachelor star hopes to wow the crowd, as well as his partner, Peta Murgatroyd.
"It cut me at my core," he said of receiving a low score of five from judge Len Goodman during last week's show. "It hurt. The truth is, I felt really bad, just because I think some of the feedback we got from the judges was even directed at Peta for almost, like, making the choreography too difficult. But, the truth is, it wasn't like she has amazing [difficult] choreography."
"I just kind of choked in the middle," he admitted. "Because she's doing such a great job, and [the judges] kind of put the pressure on her, and it was up to me to deliver, and so, seriously, it felt like... I feel like I let her down. She's a pro. She's amazing. She also just had a baby, she's a mom, she's killing it, and all I had to do was a simple step, and I didn't do it."
What are the other couples dancing to?
Simone Biles & Sasha Farber
Quickstep, "Viva Las Vegas" by Elvis Presley
Bonner Bolton & Sharna Burgess
Charleston, "A Little Party Never Killed Nobody" by Fergie, GoonRock and Q-Tip
Charo & Keo Motsepe
Foxtrot, "Chapel of Love" by The Dixie Cups
Erika Jayne & Gleb Savchenko
Jive, "Take Me to Heaven" by Patina Miller, Debbie Kurup and Amy Booth-Steel
Nancy Kerrigan & Artem Chigvintsev
Samba, "Shake Your Bon-Bon" by Ricky Martin
Normani Kordei & Val Chmerkovskiy
Foxtrot, "Big Spender" by Shirley Bassey
Mr. T & Kym Herjavec
Foxtrot, "Ain't That a Kick in the Head" by Robbie Williams
Social media highlights.
Below, see more of the best moments the stars have shared over Twitter and Instagram as they gear up to take the stage to perform again on Monday:
Which pair are YOU most excited to see hit the ballroom during week three? Let me know on Twitter (@desireemurphy_ ) or in the comments section on our official Facebook page! And be sure to follow all of our DWTS coverage all season long, right here on ETonline.com.
WATCH: 'Dancing With the Stars' Week 2 Dance Recap: Best Lifts, Kicks, Tricks and Flips!
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Lady Death: Nightmare Symphony #1
Lady Death Nightmare Symphony #1
Coffin Comics 2019
Written by Brian Pulido & Mike MacLean
Illustrated by Anthony Spay
Coloured by Ceci de la Cruz
Lettered by Marshall Dillon
Lady Death and the Hellraiders are headed to earth to fend off the extinction level villainy of The Sect and The Trinity, and certainly we will get to that crucial story, but first lets delve back into the past, before Lady Death's "Cursed Sleep" began two decades ago and discover what diabolical treachery occurred during a rare peaceful moment in the Lady's undead life...
I love this book, I have been enamoured since the first time I laid eyes on my first Lady Death issue. She is one of the fiercest women you ever find and proudly strutting around in those heels and that two-piece makes her all the more so. My shop doesn't always get her books in but when they do one always finds it way home with me. I found myself thoroughly enjoying this when we see Ravenheart join the opening fray and what happens next. Though let's face it, if you aren't worked up for what's to come after a fight then you've got no libido or game.
The story & plot development that we see unfolding here as the information is released and how this engages the reader. I know it engages me because I keep thinking she is in Hell, ruling and in that condition? All kinds of things rattle around in your head and various ideas and scenarios come into play so the fact that the boys have engaged their readers so completely is a testament to some nice sets of skill and talent. The character development is completely engaging as well and the way that these characters constantly grow, change and evolve all before our eyes well that's exactly the way it is supposed to be. When the pacing is added to all this we begin to see the severity of the twists and turns and well may be a revelation or two. All of this creates a damn good ebb & flow to the story.
I am never disappointed by an issue of Lady Death and this is no different. Few books have the ability to make the reader go off-script as often as they do here, or with her in general. There are so many times I did in this issue alone and I have to say that it is one of those intangibles that keeps people coming back after they've been drawn in.
Oh my goodness gracious glory be, heavens to murgatroyd are these interiors something to behold. The linework is stunning as Anthony shows off this amazingly strong, steady and sure hand as he utilises the varying weights to create some absolutely dynamic attention to detail. The creativity and imagination that we see is marvellous and respect for making the sex scene erotic and tasteful and not cheesy and tawdry. There is also the fact that a turret can be lovely while surrounded by such evil creatures that captures the readers' eye and mind. The utilisation of the page layouts and how we see the angles and perspective in the panels show this stupendous eye for storytelling. Right now Ceci may be among one of the premiere colourists working today. She is able to take that base colour and show us the hues and tones within it as she creates these gradation effects as well as the shading and shadows they create.
There is always this great feeling of excitement and danger that comes with her and it's another part of why we love coming back. Just the way this is structured and how we see events unfold as the stakes get raised is beautifully handled. Plus the way the book ends leave you no choice but to return to see how this comes out. Okay we want to see how this plays out as the outcome is somewhat guaranteed proving it's never the destination but the journey getting there.
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Two Moons #6
Two Moons #6
Image Comics 2021
Written by John Arcudi
Illustrated by Valerio Giangiordano
Coloured by Bill Crabtree
Lettered by Michael Heisler
“GHOST WAR,” Part One
After years apart, Frances Shaw (now a medical doctor) and Virgil Two Moons (now a Pawnee shaman) are once again drawn to each other on the eve of an impending crisis.
Oh my goodness gracious, glory be, heavens to murgatroyd exit stage left. Whereas the first arc seemed to be finding its footing and establishing the characters, this one already starts off much stronger with a power and presence to it that I was expecting to see. Oh I was expecting a good story alright considering what we’ve already read but boy howdy, hot diggity what a difference a handful of years makes between meetings. Coming into one’s own and being comfortable in their skin does indeed make a world of difference. This issue was so much more than I could have hoped for and it’s great to see that these folks are at the top of their game with the ideas and how it is being presented. Also the opening was beautifully done and to see how both Virgil and the book got their name was an inspired thing to see and showcase.
I’m in love with the way that this is being told. The story & plot development that we see through how the sequence of events unfold as well as how the reader learns information is presented exquisitely. The character development that we see through the dialogue, the character interaction as well as how we see them act and react to the situations and circumstances which they encounter which does a magnificent job of showcasing their personalities. With the conversation between Virgil, Two Moons, and Dr. Hatlo or her daughter's interaction with Ike are perfect examples of this. The pacing is amazing and as it takes us through the pages revealing the story we’re enraptured by what we see and learn.
I really like the way that we see this being structured and how we see the layers within the story emerge, grow and evolve. I also really like how we see the layers within the story open up new avenues to explore and how these add such wonderful depth, dimension and complexity to the story. How we see everything working together to create the story’s ebb & flow as well as how it moves the story forward are impeccably achieved.
The interiors here are bloody phenomenal. The linework is exquisite and how we see the varying weights and techniques being utilised to create this level & quality in the attention to detail is sublime. How we see backgrounds being utilised as they enhance and expand the moments is bloody sensational. How they also work within the composition of the panels to bring out the depth perception, sense of scale and the overall sense of size and scope to the story. The creativity and imagination that we see and the historical accuracy of the lands are all brought to life beautifully. The utilisation of the page layouts and how we see the angles and perspective in the panels show a masterful eye for storytelling. The various hues and tones within the colours being utilised to create the shading, highlights and shadow work shows a brilliant eye for how colour works and how to maximise their effects.
This has this beautiful blend of historical fiction, western and horror to create something extraordinary! With the way that the Native Americans were with mysticism and their beliefs this feels like a natural progress for Two Moons and those he travels with as they are there to confront the newest evil that is brewing on this cursed land. I’m excited to see them encounter what those we see accosted were. This exciting new chapter is well underway here and if the trend continues where each issue gets better than the one before then watch out world this rollercoaster isn’t gonna slow down anytime soon! This is some exceptional writing and just phenomenal characterisation wrapped up in these brilliantly masterful interiors.
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Postcards from Snagglepuss: Unlikely Encounter of the Key West Kind
So there we were, Crazy Claws and myself, feeling rather content big time after our triumph at the Mallory Square Sunset Ceremony in Key West, and preparing to head back to our car to sleep out the night in close proximity to the Southernmost Point in the United States ... when along our way, as if fresh from a night along Duval Street, comes (heavens to Officer Dibble!) no less than Top Cat and his legendary clowder! And I have to wonder however it was possible that they could find us?
"Well, well, well!!!" was how Top Cat greeted us. "And I suppose you didn't notice us at the Sunset Ceremony earlier back in Mallory Square?"
"Heavens to Murgatroyd!" was how I replied, inevitably recognising what was up. "I didn't notice you in the crowd; I suppose you all were a little farther back."
"But," Crazy Claws replied, "I still fondly recall you from that time we had in Wisconsin Dells, did we not?"
"NOW this is starting to make some sense!" was how TC put it. "Still, getting back to business, we WERE in the crowd, come to think of it--"
"And we certainly enjoyed every moment of it!" was how Benny the Ball, TC's trusted aide-de-camp, so to speak, responded.
"Right, Benny; we certainly did, did we not?!"
To which the whole crew--Benny, Choo-Choo, Brain, Fancy-Fancy and Spook--concurred.
"In any event," as I explained it, "we were trying to go to sleep, preparing to continue our mission--"
"WHAT MISSION EXACTLY?" was how TC irately put it.
"Our mission to propagate Wisconsin Dells across Florida," as Crazy Claws explained it.
"Sometimes, TC," Choo-Choo chimed in, "I wonder if Crazy Claws easily made sense of it."
"Oh yeah, Chooch," Crazy Claws replied. "I still fondly remember the postcard you sent in which you thought the Big Kahuina wavepool at Noah's Ark was 'better than sex'! And I still have that postcard back among my files, howbeit not that carefully organised, back at the Dells!" To which TC explained, "You've got to understand that Chooch can get to be rather sex-crazed with the opposite sex at times, but has repeatedly failed to have much success in the feminine department."
"Whereas, by contrast," Fancy-Fancy interjected, "I, Fancy-Fancy by name, have actually succeeded in getting serious dates on occasion--even if they can tend to end with just some coffee and a shared cinnamon roll! The rather substantially-sized such, I should add!"
"Still," TC noted, "Fancy-Fancy can get to be as much a boaster as a charmer."
"So I've heard. So I've HEARD!" I explained.
"And, like, the music here in Key West can get to be rather excitable over some ginger ale with a twist of lemon!" was how Spook explained the scenario to hand. To which Brain, a somwhat dopey and borderline ignorant sort, added, "I'd have to concur with Spook there. These tropic nights can get to your head once you spend a lot of time here!"
"So let's not waste much further time on the subject," TC quipped, "and maybe get ourselves one of those Cuban Sandwiches they talk about a lot here in South Florida! Rather heavenly stuff, I've been told!"
"Actually," saith I, "being in the Keys and all that, wouldn't maybe a bowl of conch stew be preferable?"
"Well," TC remarked, "knowing the old rule about when in Rome, and all that, it might not hurt to try this conch stew they've been talking about!"
So, getting to my mobile phone, and looking up a few decent after-hours places "in the neighbourhood" of the Southernmost Point, I found a somewhat ramshackle-looking joint as is not exactly the sort TripAdvisor would recommend. Not much to identify itself by save for a beer sign in the window, about a couple blocks away. Luckily, they managed to remain open with a few as were coming in after the bars close, the rumour being that the conch stew thus served is said to be a rather potent treatment against hangovers (whereas Crazy Claws, by contrast, noted that an old Wisconsin standby for hangover was three aspirins and a Pabst Blue Ribbon. Or so he heard somewhere).
In any case, the aroma of conch stew was rather potent and at once attractive to the eight of us, who lined up inside and sat ourselves down by the bar, managing not to look like dumb tourists unacquainted with the Keys--even if their tourism slogan is "Come As You Are." And though it took a few minutes to get another pot of the joint's conch stew warmed up, we couldn't resist the experience of sampling Florida Keys cuisine, accompanied by some sweet tea as managed not to be the Long Island sort. Which, all in all, turned out being rather delectable, even if it took a few bites to get to understand the taste of conch meat. Which, considering that the reefs off the Keys are now a National Marine Sanctuary, means that some care has to be taken in getting conch, or so the manager explained. Who, it turns out, is something of a local diving legend as has seen dolphins mating on practically every dive he's taken since he began diving at the age of nine--or so he explains it.
So, bellies full of the conch stew, we headed back to the car, close to the junction of Whitehead and South streets in Key West--as in the Southernmost Point. Backing down our seats, opening up the sun roof to let the coolish Keys breezes in ... and recognising that we have to go back to the mainland via the same US 1 that got us here in the first place. Still, as for the next leg, we have the Tamiami Trail, alias US 27 through Wally Gator's old haunts, alias the Florida Everglades. Up through Naples and the Southwest Coast to Tampa ... whence this misadventure continues next time out.
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