Just that morning my randy granddad and I had been disgusting now poorly ghosted “Cargo Cal And The Pilots” was in the Punday Sunnies since Rib Lee, its originator, had disappeared behind the Seven Vales on Valdeez Island.
(Rib had gone in search of the legend dairy, Temple Of Moo, one of the last lost ruins of the forgotten land of Amnesia.)
And there just off the side of Highwayman Road on the way to Drunken, appeared the battered and fried vision of Hitch Ike Hyde, Rib Lee’s lusty camera man.
Hitch staggered into the road and started banging on my Keister, horsely braying: “They’re coming!
They’re here already!”