Hope Remains, Returns

Well come on in here out of the cold my deer and a welcome before ye. How was ever’one at the Joke Factory? We’re all in the parlor havin’ some cherry pie and coffee. Crumby, take Hope’s bags to her room.

Yes’m.

Well my goodness and hello to you goddess, everything was as it always is at the Joke Factory (JF) and everyone there is most amusing and clever and Nancy is as always up to new and old tricks and they were all safe, and happy indeed to espy the return of Sugarplum and Sweetipie. For they had a very nice party for those twain all arranged and all the denizens of the JF turned out dressed up for it and many had dressed up in their best blue skins. Much is anticipated from those twain, both Sweetiepie and Sugarplum. Did you realize Red gave Sugarplum a beehive? I didn’t realize Sugarplum had bees in the taxi until we arrived at the JF, and Sugarplum created quite a stir when she extracted a beehive from her suitcase together with a great many bees. Red, Sugarplum says ye gave her those bees, and although Sugarplum seemed to have the bees well-spelled, Nancy was concerned that ye would present Sugarplum with so many bees, since Sugarplum is such a little Tabby Labber.

Here’s some nice pie, dear, and coffee too as ye like it with milk and dark chocolate.

Oh, goodness gracious. Thank ye kindly goddess. Red, did ye give Sugarplum, bees?

Yep. I did, fer sure, fer that little un had her heart set on bees, so I give her some bees. I give both o’ them little darlins a gift er two, as it were, and as is proper of a Druid Ovate of my experience and estate. No harm will come o’ them gifts, I can assure ye of it, and that dang Nancy, as well as ye.

All righty then Red. We just needed to make sure Sugarplum didn’t borrow the bees, so if ye gifted those bees, that’s a gift from the Goddess. Hello Lomo, hello Raymone, hello Rayetta, hello all ye dogs and cats and pigs, hello Crumby and thank you Crumby, for toting those bags along.

Easy that Hope, fer I be well known fer my pack mule qualities, fer sure.

Where’s Ray, Crumby?

Ray be hidin’ out fer the nonce.

Why is Ray hidin’ out?

Ray is frettin’ that Nancy may have sent another message his way akin to that bosom asp that he got upon yer initial arrival at the CB, beggin’ yer pardon.

Oh my goodness. Well I do have something for Ray from Nancy, but it is benign, for Nancy is pleased with Ray and his ability to spontaneously wax comatose and thereby avoid being a bad influence on Sweetiepie and Sugarplum.

Go fetch Ray, please Crumby.

All righty then, I am making good progress toward Ray’s general vicinity.
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a short while later
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Here he be in tow, my recalcitrant bosom companion.

Hello Ray. Nancy sent ye a present.

Er, maybe I don’t need no present.

Ray. I think you’ll like this present.

I will?

Yepper. Would ye like to see it?

Maybe, maybe not, Hope. Hold it forth at a fer distance from me.

All righty then Ray. I’ll hold it up where ye can espy it safely from afar.

All righty then. Dang! That is the very Fart Horn I prognosticated today, for no Fart Horn had previously been heard from in these parts prior to my prognostication of a Fart Horn just this mornin’. Give it me, Hope, for it shews much that my Druidic powers have greatly amplified, possibly as a result of that coma. Fer many say that traumatic happenstance even akin to comas can bring on great powers in the wise or well trained.

Ray, that is a very special Fart Horn indeed, for it offends not only the auditory sense, but the olfactory also.

It does!!! Jeez Louise!!! Happy Heifers!!! Why thankee indeed and I shall use it ever, only at the proper pomp and circumstance.