I didn't see him! I was texting! I screeched

I didn't see him! I was texting! I screeched to a halt, stopping less than an inch from his arthritic-looking legs. The old man turned & made an obscene jester with his hand.
It was quite an impressive shadow puppet he made on the old Wilkins building in the glare of my headlights, especially considering I had nearly run the poor geezer over. He stared
me down with pure contempt as I narrowly passed by him. I needed to get my head straight.
So I ran over my head with a steam roller.
Then I sent a video audition to IHOP and became Mr. Pancake. This is my story... "Stat, Mr. Pancake needs more Syrup on his face and the blueberries are falling off."
"Action!" Dr. Knife enters."Nurse Bacon! Spatula! Mr. Pancake has flatlined." I do my best dead pancake impression. "Brilliant!" the IHOP execs agree, "you have the Mr. Pancake job
...not." he sneered. A terrible chill ran through my pancakey spine. "I thought we had an agreement." I whispered. Dr. Knife and Nurse Bacon exchanged charged eye contact.
Just then the door flew open and there was Mrs. Butterworth with her cap slightly unscrewed. I screamed as only a pancake can. Dr. Knife and Nurse Bacon held me down on the table
Mrs. Butterworth slathered me up good. Tell me what you know of the toaster pancakes." "I don't know anything!" Poor pancake me and the Fork crew was on it's way. Was this the end?
No, it was the start of a great day with a nutritious breakfast including juice, toast and Trix. Mrs. Butterworth was foiled again.

4 Comments

Woab May 23 2017 @ 16:09

Gibber! Good to see you! I love the Prof's 'obscene jester' in line 1 and Blasted's explanation.
Gibber May 24 2017 @ 16:50

Hi, Woab!
Woab May 25 2017 @ 10:10

I missed seeing your little kitty face around here.
Gibber May 27 2017 @ 22:54

Meow.

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