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ALAS, IN WANDERLAND, SEA CZAR CITY, VOL. 6, PAGE 28

Tokyo Toes told me August wouldn’t be back until way past New Fears Day.

He was down island picking up his malt teas from Falcon Black III.

She whispered in my ear that if I had had any hair, she would gladly run barefoot through it.

Just then the postman rang thrice, to tell us he had seen her cat playing in the burned out fireman’s haul across the road.

I told her I’d go get it.

She said:” Don’t go to any rumble for me!”

I could tell we’d gotten in a little too steep and she was steamed.

I had to get out of there.

There was too much to tempt us in a teapot.

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THE POSTMAN ALWAYS RINGS NICE

 

ALAS, IN WANDERLAND, SEA CZAR CITY,VOL. 6, PAGE 27

I decided to drive the stolen I Scream truck back to Sea Czar City.

I could return it to Alred Glitchpot the I Scream King.

I thought I would stop in Jokarama Harbour at Max and Wayne Moon’s cousin’s place, “The Teahouse of August Moon’s”

August is always good for a bottle of Hot Stocky and I like flirting with his girlfriend, Tokyo Toes.

I got a Beth Lee Ham Sandwitch in a French crescent ( a Moon speciality).

Tokyo played “St. Andreas Don’t Fault Me” on her Japanese Lier.

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ST. ANDREAS DON’T FAULT ME

 

 

ALAS, IN WANDERLAND, SEA CZAR CITY, VOL. 6, PAGE 26

I now knew that the answer had been right before the question all the time.

I headed for the Good Rumor Truck in the parking lot.

I asked the jerk what favours he had.

He rattled off: “Stocky Load, Rue Carb, Monday Sunday, the mermaid’s fave, Finn Ella, and the pirate’s choice, Gar Lick”.

I told him: “I’ll have a trouble scoop of Coco Nut in a pine cone”, as I slapped the slapper with a link of cuffs.

“Tapper Neck, moan enimee!” Lou Pine barked.

“I’ve got to hands it to you, giving me tee auld folkie, but how did you knew?”

“Only a slapper would try to sell I scream in winter.”

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THE GOOD RUMOR MAN

 

 

ALAS, IN WANDERLAND, SEA CZAR CITY, VOL. 6, PAGE 25

I knew that Pine, a master of disguise, was somewhere in the gloom, but where?

Was he one of slushers, or the little old lady with the ratcoon on her lap?

Too late I realized there was something out of tune with the bandstand’s decor.

Not a second later I heard Conya shriek, having been slapped by a running bit of tropical foolage.

Pine was the palm.

He was leafing through the door with Conya’s key in his open frond.

I had rented some guards and they were a lot per suit but I knew they still wouldn’t catch him.

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A LOT PER SUIT

 

 

ALAS, IN WANDERLAND, SEA CZAR CITY, VOL. 6, PAGE 24

After my hangup, I found a smith named Jones to dummy  up a key to nothing.

I asked Conya to wear it as a dependant at the night’s manual Snow Ball Fling.

She looked great and I admit I wouldn’t have turned down a roll in the sleigh, but nothing was sled.

Conya pretended to open the Rink Panther’s cage with the counter fit key, while she slipped me the original after Sid Freeze and Joy brought the skating cat out on thin ice.

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SID FREEZE AND JOY

 

 

ALAS, IN WANDERLAND, SEA CZAR CITY, VOL. 6, PAGE 23

“Hey” Lee Z. continued, “I even found Holly Bridgair”s dog, Bikini.

Remember it took a runner quite a while back after she got a dogpass from Redlamb Prison for the Sea Czar City Smart Dog Contest?

Looks like it didn’t want to go back to do more kennel time.

The cemetery residents have been sharing their bones.

She’d toughened up quite a bite with her trip up  river.

She’s now staying with Doghouse Brown at the Lost And Pound.

I hear Holly Bridgair will be out  soon, so terrier and terrorist will be a pair again.”

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DOGHOUSE AND BIKINI

 

ALAS, IN WANDERLAND, SEA CZAR CITY, VOL. 6, PAGE 22

I borrowed the day phone to call Lee Z.

He answered with a “She was only a banker’s daughter but oh my, did she know what to do with her endowment.

Hija Bumclue.”

I asked about his cemetery  assignment.

“Nearly departed!

Turns out the turnover was your granddad’s spooky business partner.

The Spector Of The Lost Lunchman”s Mind was gravely dispirited and was trying to dig up a little company.

I hooked him up with Ghost Of A Chance, ‘the dating service for the recently deceased’.

He and Lady McDoom are currently seeing through each other and all is fine.”

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LONGVIEW AT A SHORT PEER

 

 
 
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