Gypped out of Eeeegyppped

HM nods towards the door, “Time to make a break for it,” he growls.
I shrug, “Why? This is geting interesting.”
Just then the knowledgeable guy stands up, “I’ve seen that crap green truck around here someplace.”
pother people start recalling seeing a crap green truck around.
“This is a job for Judge Patrick,” Dr Halide exhorts.
“J-Judge Ph-Phinneaus B-Beauregard Patrick,” Now I get the stammers.
Thinking quickily, the
Weenerman notes the acoustics of the hall and throws his voice, “Home-made Ice Cream?” he asks.
All of the audience looks around and asks, ‘Who said that?”
Then someone remembers, “In the freezer,” they yell, and the Grange Hall audience all scramble over and line up at the freezer.
With the crowd temporarily distracted, HM WeenerMan and I make good our escape and beat a hastey retreat out the front door
HM jumps behind the wheel and yells, “Push!!”
With no other choice I start pushingt Rodney. HM pops the clutch and the Rodney Mobile coughs to life. I jump in the passenger side and Rodney starts to lurch down the road on our escape at about the speed a good kid can pedal their bicycle.


About offroad2084

Work on the Work In Progress, MyDay in HicksTown. A light-hearted look at life in the fictional town of HicksTown in WeenerMan Township.
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