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ALAS, IN WANDERLAND, SEA CZAR CITY, VOL.6, PAGE 6

Well the big day finally arrived.

The Church of Immense Retention was stacked to the laughters.

Eugene Portland on organ.

Revelation X barring the door with a bottle.

Pie Annie brought in her famous giant Connubial Blintz.

Lee Z. GladstoneĀ  was at the halter.

I was his second.

Smokey Jr. was coming down the while.

Nanette Touche’ was the Maid Upon Her.

The Reverend Mr. Amos Rant was deriding:, “Nearly Beloveds, we are gathered here under the sign of Cod, to sizzle these two in wielded bliss.

Should anyone here know the real reason these two should not be joined in mattress money, shut up!

Do you Smokey Banter Jr. take this retro bait in slickness and stealth, forgiving all past traveling salesman jokes and farmer’s daughters?”

“I do.”

“And you Lee Z. Gladstone, do you take this real steal estate saleswoman until wealth do you part?”

“I do.”

“You may now exchange the rings for saving stamps.

No?

Then by the power vest I wear, I now pronoun you Hushman and Strife.”

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THE DONE DEED

 

 

 
 

ALAS, IN WANDERLAND, SEA CZAR CITY, VOL 6, PAGE 5

As most people remember, Trench was on a work past, reading palms for a local harbourist but when the tree leafed, so did he

Red Rover, the retired Port Wine detective has dogged the dentist menace’s steps ever since.

It was the travel prone Rover who spotted the fleeing fiend while having a steak out from the Duckhouse in Chinablock.

He saw a masked figure clutching a teddy at the same moment he heard artist model, September Mourn scream: “He’s stripped me bear!”

Rover hounded the running toynappear onto La Stride, but lost him at the peer.

It was at that point that Ditchdigger Downs, Benchmark’s brother, heard a yelp and found Trench at the bottom of the new irritation canal.

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MEAL ON WHEELS

 

 
 

ALAS, IN WANDERLAND, SEA CZAR CITY VOL. 6, PAGE 4

That is what brought me to the Gulp Island Police Station to interview Officer Penelope Nickers.

Nickers had been working underwear as a waitress at Wing’s Duckhouse in Chinablock.

Officer Nickers had nearly barged into the Clipper sailing away from the scene of his last victim left sockjawed on the sidewalk.

The victim was one Jane Erred, a wrongway agent employed by Handbasket Travel.

Missing two teeth, Ms. Erred had gotten one hell of a belt while struggling with the fiend.

The belt turned out to be from a white overcoat.

On checking the condition of the other victims, it soon became the child of a parent. that each was missing a tooth.

“Of course the biggest clue,” I said to Nickers, “is the belt.

It has his name all over it!”

The China Clipper was none other than that recent Redlamb escapee, Doctor Trench, the Mad Dentist from the Erie Canal.

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THE CASE WAS A SINCH

 

 
 

ALAS, IN WANDERLAND, SEA CZAR CITY, VOL.6, PAGE 3

“Mr. Hatrack”, SoHi continued, “The last few days I’ve felt as stalked as celery.

Remember I was the one who found the Dump And Grind Coffee House waitress after her mugging.

I think her assailant thinks I can make an initial I.D.

I think Nack The Clipper barbered my tea,”

“And I’m worried about my girls P.I.”, Taxi Dancer cut in.

“You’ve got to do something.

Nothing is jake, its Chinablock.

Baba Alley is right behind the dancehall.”

(The dancehall is in the old Row’s Cannery building on Harbour Drive.

Henchman bought it with money from the Zucchini brothers after Late Nate Row moved operations to the other end of the bored walk, known as LaStride.

People still say, “Lets go dancing at the cannery”.

But mostly they go just to hear Taxi holler, “Hello Tootsie, Hello Pop, Welcome Sailors All!”.)

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PEEKING GATE

 

 
 
 
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