We'd arranged to meet at our usual place:

We'd arranged to meet at our usual place: under the diplodocus's tail at the museum. Tourists were sitting around surrounded by their possessions like refugees fleeing a war zone

when an awful smell enveloped us. I knew it wasn't Betty since she still hadn't had the cork removed. I hadn't farted. I looked up at the diplodocus and I swear it's tail shifted

point three degrees to the right. Veronica had her plug in too. Jughead petted the diplodocus and said in a disgusting way, "He likes the smell."

Archie had to do some homework and couldn't join them. Jughead and Veronica sat at the table by the window of the Cafe du Bois, a replica of the original, with knotty pine walls.

Mr. Drisdale dressed as a waiter approached their table with menus. Jughead looked at Veronica who looked at him and then both looked at Mr. Drisdale. "Things were slow at the bank

, so I picked up this gig," Mr Drisdale winked & refilled their iced teas. "Gotta pay for my mistress' needs, ya know?" Jughead & Veronica pretended they didn't hear. "Cheesecake!"

Miss Jane called from the dining room, but when Mr. Drysdale, Veronica and Jughead rushed in for their dessert, instead they found Miss Jane in a scant negligee. "Too rich for my

blood." Veronica said. Jughead's eyes bugged out of his head when he noticed the dessert on the table and Mr. Drysdale's eyes bugged when he saw Miss Jane in her knickers. "Miss Ja

-ja-ja-JANE!" Mr. Drysdale's tongue then rolled out onto the floor, across the room and out the door, his hat flew three feet into the air, and a distinctly car-horn-like sound was

heard emanating from a prophylactic raincoat. Ms. Jane and Jethro dragged a Camel into a billowing tower of ash. Ellie May skinny-dipped in cement. Jed and Granny passed out still