*Flat Tyre* & *Taco* Caper...
SmokeMutt here ~
Been a few dayz (happened Sundee nite) - so mebbee I can tell this Tail wiffout Dad gettin too riled up wiffa bad memmuriez...
We wuz motorin back towards da Ranch aftur a nice MomsVille visit wiff GranMom an Antee Nancy (she had hopped a BigBurd an flew in fur a few dayz visit wiff GranMom). Wuz late an Dad got a bad case of da *munchiez*. Wizz'd past a Taco Dinger wiffa litez still on = *WHOOOOA, Kar*!! Dad talkz to da lil talkin box an getz *us* 3 of da Sundee Cheepie Spechulz - the thurty-nine cent krunchie wunz. He paintz wun up wiffa tangy sauce stuff an startz munchin whilst we're motorin on...
Kar startz makin a not-so-phunnie *floppin noize* :eek:! We pullz ober onna paved driveway an he hoppz out ta check. Herd sum Nawtee :mad: Wurdz when he spotz da *Flat Tyre*... Den he spotz ME checkin out da left-oberz of Taco #1 = Don'cha DARE! an he hoppz back in an gobbelz it down...
Musta furgot bout Tacos #2 an #3 kuz he getz out wiffa fashlite an startz changin da Tyre... Lotta nawtee wurdz commin frumma frunt uvva kar - so I figgerz he'z not inna mood ta be reminded bout da Tacos gettin kold inna baggie onna frunt seet...
I reechez up an pullz da baggie onna back seet wiff me ~
Jest gonna kurl up wiff em an keep em warm.
Well heck - he gotz THREE of em - he had wun - prolly figgered wun fur me an two fur him - I'z gonna have mine while it'z still warm.
Not havin pozzabul thummz makes it *Reel Differkult* ta un-bag an un-wrap a Taco! But I got er! :D Nebber had a hole wun all to myself.
*Ummmm, Gud*!
Looked out the winnow a kupla tymes an *smiLLed* :D at Dad. He *waved* back.
Thunk I herd Taco #3 *shivverin* inna baggie kuz it wuz lonesum an all alone. Kant have dat. Got him out an put him inna tummie wiff nummer two.
*BuRRpp*! Hope I dont get *gass*... :p
Tyre's dun! Dad hoppz back in an off we go. :cool:
Dat'z when he reached fur da Taco Baggie dat izint onna frunt seet ennie more... Uhhh - Oooohhh!
Aftur he got dun *hollerin* - I figgered out he'd planned on more than WUN Taco fur hizzelf :rolleyes:. We flew back to Taco Dinger - but da litez wuz off... *Uhhh-Oohhh, agin*!
<Lotta Nawtee Wurdz>
I kurled up rite a-hind hiz seet an gotz reel quiet... He <mumbled> fur twennie minnitz...
I thunk it had all blow'd ober - all quite up frunt inna pilot'z seet...
Then da *gass* problem started... :o
Must be that **Dawggie*Taco*F@rtz** are extreemly obnoxshus to hungree Daddiez... Kuz after each *pOOt* I hadda lissin to him <squwakin> fur a least 5 milez! :rolleyes:!
Aftur we got home - I dint get nuffin fur supper -
Think Cinder got mine...
We all gotz onna BigBed an I thunk all wuz furgiven ~
Dad eben wrapped hiz pawz round me an gimmie a big {hugg}...
<**POOoooot!**>
*GASS attak*
<WHUMMP!>
I'z pushed onna floor so fast I dint knowe wha-happened!
Spent da hole nite makin *bad air* unner da BigBed all by myself :(.
Memo to self: WUN Taco is prolly enuff...
/s/ Smokey, da TacoMutt
NOW I knowe whut was goin on...
Cinners here ~
Jest figgered out whut wuz goin on Sundee nite when da guyz got back frum the GranMom Visit...
Kinda wundered bout Smoke's *breath* anna *buRRRpz* - an no supper fur him - when they got in. An then da *gass attak* onna BigBed :eek:!
Had no ideer *Taco*F@rtz* wuz THAT bad!! :rolleyes:
Makes sense - now - wiff whut'z been goin on this week...
We wuz all motorin round towne inna kar when Dad getz *hungree* an we stopped at Mickey's driv-up store. He startz munchin an seez da kar needz a drink - we whip inna station an he startz gettin out. Then jumpz back in an grabz the Mickey D bag an takez it WIFF him!
Putz it onna trunky lid whilst he'z pumpin an payin fur da gas - nebber dun THAT affore.
Oh well - weez jest gonna havta bide our tyme - he'll furget soonur or later... Gonna havta get a lil more *excited* next tyme we zipp past da Taco Dinger Shop - Smoke sez they gotz Reelee Gud grub in there! :D
/s/ Cinder
Kat flippin ~ as in tossin a koin...
Quote:
Originally posted by momoffuzzyfaces No, No, No, you don flip da katz, you use him to make da diverzunairy tatik, din yuz both get your dadz dinner!
We tinkz you Boyz misunnerstoodz us...
"Flip da Kat" as in *Toss a Koin* ~ Kat lands Hed'z up or Tail'z up :eek: desides who getz whut detail.
Kat wood be uz-less for doin the diverzunairy taktik in da bunkroom - he nebber duz nuffin rite when ya needz him!
Cides ~ heez alluz layin onna udder kliner chair starin at Dad's suppur bowl waitin fur an oppurtoonitee ta grab sumpin hizself!