*sigh* I'm loosing my touch. (Warning: Hi-jacked by Em)

[Spookwriter]

WHERE'S PERRY ??? I need an albi.

 

[theotherranch]

Poor Spook needs more than advice! He needs a lawyer. ( Lets talk fees here Spook).


Perry

 

[Spookwriter]

Trust a lawyer to want to talk money at a time
like this...

What I'm gonna need is an ALBI. Whatever I
get accused of...I wasn't here, and you need to
get me off.

I'm too old to do time...

 

[theotherranch]

OK, Spook, put the shovel down and casually walk away from it.(Isn't this what I usually tell Sour??????)
We'll plead insanity! That'll work! You have to be crazy to mistake a policeperson for a um, streetperson.

Don't worry Sppok. I'll have ya out in 30 days, max!

Perry

 

[Spookwriter]

30 days!!!

What do you expect me to do meanwhile?

Take up crocheting?

 

[EmtheFishLady]

Need an alibi you say Spook? What's it worth to ya? Nobody would dare question a Queen...

 

[Spookwriter]

The Queen...why didn't I think of her sooner.

She can save me, sure.

Em, how long will it take you to knit me a new
sheet? I need a disguise.

 

[theotherranch]

Let's see here, so far I've got Spook looking for an escort with a policeperson, Alaskan murdering a snow bank in cold blood, and dear Queen Em aiding and abetting! And I'm still trying to catch up!
Where the heck is blue? This is gonna cost someone!

Perry

 

[Spookwriter]

No, Perry...No.

I wasn't looking to hook up with no "escort service"...I was
just walking down the street....No, wait a minute.

I wasn't even there.

That's it.

I wasn't even on that street.



And Em....can you make me an extra warm disguise-blanket?
I think I know me a place in Alaska I can hide out...

 

[Yessur Ebob]

Good grief. And you all were worried about me being bad.