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Date Posted: 03:29:24 09/14/01 Fri
Author: kande, trying to get back to normal
Subject: Bing-bong! Bing-bong!
In reply to: Kande's Sis 's message, "KS smirks to herself" on 06:55:59 09/11/01 Tue

Bubba rubs the sleep out of his eyes and looks at his watch. 3:52 am. Who could be ringing the bell at this hour?

He unlocks the front door to the klub and opens the door. No one there. He sees a figure in the distance, running away. Pressing a spot between his large eyes, he activates his telescopic vision. The figure is a red-headed woman dressed in black, wearing what appears to be high heels. Bubba curses his bad luck to be the one out of every 11 of his alien species to have telescopic instead of x-ray vision.

Taking a step forward to see if anyone else is in the area, he trips and falls into something soft and slimy on the outside and hard on the inside, like an inside-out tootsie pop. Whatever it is, it's large and in a wicker basket. He quickly gets up and fumbles inside the klub for the switch to the porch light. The light comes on and he turns to see what he fell on. He gives a girly scream and shuts his eyes. Poking his left ear socket three times (waiting 2 seconds between each poke) he deactivates his x-ray vision. He opens one eye to confirm that his vision has returned to normal.

Breathing a sigh of relief, he looks again on the porch. It's Rabid and her sluglets all nestled in a wicker basket. He looks closer and sees that she still has a cast on her arm. That must be the hard center that jabbed him in the solar plexus. Puzzled, he scratches his head. Then it dawns on him.

This is a variation of the Nike "tag" commercial.

He is "it," with "it" being Rabid's caretaker. He slaps his forehead and shakes his head. He glances down at his Allen Iverson Reeboks, feeling even more pleased that he bypassed the Nike Air Jordan shoes.

Looking at Rabid, restlessly sleeping in the wicker basket, he decides he can't leave her here on the porch, so he begins to pull, then push, then pull again, the basket into the klub. Twenty minutes later, he finally gets her inside. He is covered with alien sweat (which is orange, by the way, and smells really bad). He wipes his face with his pajama top.

A sound coming from the wicker basket draws his attention. He cautiously walks over and sees that Rabid is frothing at the mouth. She seems to be saying something. Bubba grabs a cocktail napkin, puts it over his ear socket, and bends down to find out what she's saying.

"The horror! The horror!"

Oh no! She's doing a really bad Marlon Brando impression! He gives the basket a swift kick with his Reeboks, then sits down to plot his next move. Maybe he can leave Rabid at KS's doorstep. Yes, that sounds like a grand idea.

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