Hi. Guess what? Mom let us go grocery shopping, eben though we are still kind of grounded. We asked real nice, and promised to go there and get straight back home, so here we are getting some good snacks to make up for the horrible jail porridge. We split up and Chip is waiting by the car. Bert is trying out a new look wiff a new hat today. He finks it makes him look smart and like a good poet, but I fink it’s not quite right and maybe he needs to try a different one. Ok, I gotta go. We are on a timer and need to finish shopping. Talk to you later! P.S. dis Nickels.
As we await our time before the judge in these wee hours ob the morning, as we reflect upon our mistakes and prepare our defense, I hab to say, at least the jail gibs us each a Monday sock to snuggle in. The jail porridge is really terrible, but oberall I gib this jail credit, they hab been pretty nice to us. I can see mom fru the window, waiting for the jail to open. If eberyfing goes well, I fink we will be home today!
Mom and Dad came to bisit us in the clink and brought us some good food, because this jail porridge is terrible. We hab lawyers ready, but all the courts on closed on the weekend so we hab to wait until tomorrow before anyone will hear our case. Hopefully the judge will lean on us and we can go home soon!
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?
MEANWHILE….
“Bert, get your scooter, and let’s load up and go!”
Deer Journal. It’s Thursday now, and I miss my mom. When we aren’t working to pay off our ice scream scones we play on the beach – but if hab to be honest, it’s not as fun as people make it sound. It’s hot, there is lots ob sand and you can get really wet. I want to go home soon! The shop owner says one more day ob work and we will be eben. The problem is we keep eating ice scream scones. Oh well. dis Nickels.
Deer Mom –
It’s me, Beez. Sorry if you are worried, we got a little lost, and it’s taking us much longer than we thought. But, earlier today we found some ice cream in a shack on the beach! It was so hot the ice scream was extra delicious. I took these pics of my brothers for you. We just hab a slight problem. We had to fill up our bikes and used all our monies on gas, so we hab to stay and work until we can pay for our ice screams, unless you can come get us and bring monies – but I’m not sure what dis beach is called. It’s got lots ob sand and water. If you can’t find it, it’s ok because working here is kind ob fun and probably a good bizness lesson for us. Eberybody says hai and hope you and Dad are doing ok. We should be home soon! xoxo Beez
P.S. We would sabe you some ice screams but it would probably melt.
