Urgent!!
My best agent in the northern hemisphere has gone missing! Where has she gone?
Has Evil Mr. SnotNoggin got her?
Has she signed up for CowGirlin at the Ramkhamheng Rodeo and fallen for Cowboy Bob?
any clues?
Cowboy Bob was up at sunrise even though there were no roosters to be heard at the JW Marriott. He strolled over to his window and gazed down upon Nana Plaza in the pink eaarly morning light.
"They ain't got nothin like that in Montana" ... he said to himself as he sadly shook his head.
He dressed casually for breakfast, wearing his Navaho slippers on bare feet. Jeans and gingham shirt. But his rodeo belt was snugly around his waist as always.
As he saundered down the hall to the executive lo
The faint hum of the out of sinc engines of the snognostacator faded into the sounds of the flaping black silk panels of the parachute as the little orange pumpkin drifted towards the ground below. He smiled as he thought of Mr. Buford's final shout of encouragement before leaving the flying machine.
But there wasn't time for such luxuries of thought, as the tall buildings of the city began looming up through the cloud cover beneath his little orange legs. He must steer his chute carefully in o
This is Mr. Mysterious speaking ..... Cowboy Bob is here with me now and he has a few words for you all . OK go ahead Cowboy ...
Howdy Partners!
Cowboy Bob here.
I'm acomin to Bangkok in a couple of weeks to have a Rodeo out there somewhere called Ramcumhang. I don't know I've ain't never been able to pronounce these exotic places.
Anyhow .... I've got plenty of cowboys a comin with me .. all of em are good ol boys from Montana.
But we ain't got no cowgirls!!! Them thar Montana girls d
The faint glow of sunrise appeared in the East as the mist began to lift over the cornfield. There was a rustling sound amongst the cornstalks and a blur of orange moved towards the rutted muddy track leading to the tarmac highway.
A continent away and as the sun was setting, Mr. Buford checked the lubricants in the discombobulator.
The infamous Rue Lepic was once again on the loose!!!
To all the friends of Mr. Mysterious
Mr. Mysterious must go away for awhile .... on another secret assignment .... (where internet is difficult!). But hopefully to return soon and before Pii Mai (and before my Premium membership expires!).
Take care of yourselves and of each other! And when you have a problem (such as pop-up ads, heartaches, headaches, or impolite farang and such) remember .. it's probably Mr. Snotnoggin who is to blame ..... so don't worry, Mr. Mysterious will get him in
Mr. "Are" (from Hollywood) and Ms "Charm" (from no where) both just gave me 1-star votes I think they are the same person.
So I'm giving them the Tawitawi Torture Treatment in return
After an intense session of distant viewing, Madamn Beaufount has discovered that Agent Foofoo is suffering from the tawitawi torture treatment in the hands of The Evil Mr. Snotnoggin!!
A light misty fog was creeping into the corn field as the dawn light began to appear in the East. As the whispers diminished in the distance, the Little Orange Pumpkin lay in the cornfield breathless from his narrow escape.
From the sky came a familiar sound which brought a smile to the Little Orange Pumpkin. He knew this sound well. It was the sound of the twin engine snognosticator.
As he listened to the low drone of the out of sync twin engines, the little orange pumpkin thought .... "Yes M
Mr. Buford is preparing the aircraft for my insertion behind the lines. Given the risks of this mission, for this insertion I must wear the special Durex Nutrino Suit!!
As the buzzz diminished into nothingness ... the little Orange Pumpkin was no where to be seen .... there was only the fading sounds of whispers ... in the night ...
