The Weener-Man tries on the twiney camo-suit as Amos gives him the pitch, "See there, fits like a glove, and light-weight too, cool in the fall,but can bundle up for late autumn too."
"And you can rent yourself out as a hay-baler in the summer!" one retired farmer jests.
"What about the twiney things?" Weenerman ponders.
"The latest thing," Amops testifies, "Deer have looked for the human outline, so traditional camo-gear is being out-smarted even as we speak," Amos points to the camo-uniform, "But this is the latest spaced-aged design, the human form is broken up and the forest creatures will not even know of your presence."
"Looks home-made to me," I remark.
"That’s the genious of it," Amos assures me, "You say home-made, I say custom-fit! While the forest denizens watch for the home-made apparatus normally concocted by the citizens of this local Township our friend, H.M. WeenerMan will be treading up to their presence unbeknownst to even the wiliest of the wild-life!"
"Something’s Wiley," Twisty says just loud enough for me to hear.
"Sounds quite promising," WeenerMan nods, "So how much?"
"Just 52.95, plus tax where applicable," Amos tells the Weener, "And we have a great lay-away plan too!"
The Weener-man is readjusting the twiney-suit and nodding affirmatively when Gus speaks up, "Now you can be a really Serious deer-hunter now!"
"Yep," Sam agrees, "Up before dawn, in the trees-stand by day-break, and waiting for the trophy.."
"Wait there," the Weener-Man stops Sam.
"Problems there Son?" Amos asks HM.
"Just one," the Weener-Man replies, while looking truly regretful.
"And what’s that?" Amos aks not wanting to lose a close sale.
"The Code of the Barny-Bums," Weener-man says seriously.
"Ahm Waht?" Amos asks, "I am not familiar with the Barney-Bum Code, are you sure it’s in there?"
Now I nod my head, "The Weener-Man an expert on the Barney Bum Code," I explain to Amos.
"Well, he’s an expert on being a Barney-Bum," Twistine throws in her observarion.
"It’s right there in Article Two<" the Weener-man explains, and then quotes, "I will not arise before first sun-light with the purposeful intention of setting out to accomplish anything useful or worth-while," he shrugs, "That’s the Code."
"It’s in there," I confirm the Weener-Man’s memory.
"The Code of the Barney-Bums," Twisty adds her input, "He’s lived by it for years."