I regret nuffing.   And I would do it again.

(Fibbs in the holding cell in Rhode Island before Milo gets him out.)

We receibed a lubbly letter and bizness license  from our friend in Virgina, Feodore San-Miguel.   He berry thoughtfully considered the ports here to do bizness in the water, and also a NASA base near by where we can fly our spaceships.  We fink those are great fings to do bizness!   Milo is also checking on the FBI school in Quantico to see if they are hiring anyone in the area ob science fings.  Feodore inquired about a correspondence course for Marty’s School ob Bizness and we fink dat is a gweat idea.  So we will be posting how you can get your degree soon!

Many fanks to Feodore, his mom Lisa (who has the yogies) and his Uncle Kebin, who likes aliems.

We are weady to do bizness in the state ob Rhode Island, but we ran into sum trouble on our first day.  We were minding our own bizness scouting locations for a Fibbs Freeze and eating some pickles, and dis trolley goes by and a mean kid made fun of Fibbs and called him fat.  Dat weally hurt his feelings and he threw a big juicy pickle on the trolley.  Pickle juice went all ober!   WELL… apparently it is an offense to throw pickle juice on a trolley in Rhode Island, and the police got inbolved.   They let Fibbs off wiff a warning dis time, but it was touch and go for a minute dere.  – Milo

Fank you Sarah Senerchia and all her rats!

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