(xx) Summer Manuevers

Well sir, it's about four thirty o'clock as we approach the small house halfway up in the next block now. And here on the front porch we find seed and young Russell. Mother and son are swinging gently in the swing, and the latter is describing recent exciting events in Tatman's vacant lot.

Neither Bluetooth or Smelly wanted to fight, but they got egged into it. They actually hit each other? No, they never quite got that far. All they done was stand there with their fists doubled up.

Why was the trouble in the first place? Oh, it was a terrible hot day there in Tappin's vacant mottin'. The ball game got dull and high-end calls suggested we quit. So we all lined up and sat down and rollin' the curb in there at Monroe and Lee Street.

Then Archie McDauper, he's a mean guy anyway, he figured he'd stir up some excitement by gettin' Bluetooth and smelly mad at each other. Here's the way he went about it. He passed it in America.

Mr. Maraca, come enough to sidewalk. He's early today. Can't be 4.30 o'clock, and is it? Mm-hmm. He feels good about something. You're almost smiling. What's funny? I might have known better than to get started telling something.

Why? I was listening. Uh-huh. I was. Watching my funny and so-and-so had a terrible fight. Didn't they? Yeah. I'm not sure. Watching my funny and so-and-so had a terrible fight. Just more than lambasted. Hey, Gailio!

Oh, my name is George McPancis-Blow. Hi, Gob! I've come about to rest. about the rent. You're people haven't paid any rent for three years. Haven't you got your hat on backwards? That's a fine way to greet your loving husband that you haven't seen since noon.