King ob Thursdays

It was a Thursday, ob course. Baxter wore his crown as tradition demanded. But no amount ob jewels could shield him from the reality ob what lay before him: an endless pile ob office work for Internashunal Bizness.

He had tried to delegate. He meant to fill out Form C-3B/Alpha before second breakfast. But now the forms were oberdue, Reuben was out on an adbenture, Barry was already at the bakery wiffout him, and Fish had turned the office filing cabinet into a cheese cellar.

And so, Baxter rested his weary head on the stapler. Not in defeat. No, neber that. Just a moment ob qwiet contemplation… before pushing forward and conquering the bizness stuff.