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Ever since The Press got hold of our mug shots, we venture out only after sundown. Incognito, of course. Our sojourn in the slammer was far from SWELL, except for our matching black eyes, which 'poofed like soufflés'. (To quote an eggism of Peet's.)
At least these silly costumes mask our bruises –– although they seriously inhibit our Hop & Run action. All we can do now is shuffle along. And no, I'm not too big
to be carried.
At least these silly costumes mask our bruises –– although they seriously inhibit our Hop & Run action. All we can do now is shuffle along. And no, I'm not too big
to be carried.