The Phone Call
Hey Mom, dis Nickels. Guess what? Funny story… remember how we left you dat note that we were going to get ice cream? Well, we found some, but didn’t hab enuff monies to pay for it, so we had to work for a couple days to pay it off, we also got to play at the beach on our breaks, but I hab to tell you, it’s not that great, really sandy and wet, it makes quite a mess and we kept hearing stories about the under toad so we were scared to go in the water, also because it’s like getting a baff but apparently wiff giant frogs – no fank you. Anyway, we kept eating more ice scream scones so kept gaining debt, just like Mr. Kookie taught us about, it just kept piling up, so Thursday night we met this guy who libs in an R-Bee at the beach, and he seemed real nice – he was in the jewelry bizness. Kind ob ugly stuff, but whateber, it’s his fashun choices and it would hab been rude to gib him our opinion unless he asked, right? Anyway, he asked us to deliber a few packages for him and he would gib us enuff monies to pay off our debts plus some extra so we could bring ice cream home and share it wiff you and dad. So we tried to deliver them, but we got busted by the coppers for drug smuggling. We are in jail now and Beez is kinda freaking out.
Can you come get us?
Wimbley had a very similar looking phone to take calls when he was looking for aliems? Maybe the cops stole it from him and you can tell the cops you know where they got that phone but will keep quiet about it if they let you out of jail?
Ohhh Noooo… Beez buddy, not da soap. Don’t drop da soap.
I hope you boy’s learned a lesson. Neber deliber package’s for people wiff poor fashun sense. 😉
I still lub ya doe. xoxo ????????????????