Back At The Ranch: Chapter Two- The Sequel!

"Who was that masked man?"

Mystery was always an attraction for Lady Deathstrike- once she found out the secrets, she blew them into little goopy bits.

"Who cares!" You're holding up the game!" Mrs. Jenkens whipped out her pink hippo's mouth before Miss Deathstrike even knew the marble had left the chamber.

"I WIN!"

"I don't like to lose..." Lady Deathstrike was reaching for her bazooka when Mrs. Jenkens pointed a bony finger in her face.

"I wouldn't do it if I were you, honey- you should see what I did to the little girl scout."

Suddenly, there was an ear-splitting scream from the basement. Mrs. Jenkens just smiled, turned to the refrigerator, and pulled out a gallon of milk.

"Would you like some chocolate chip cookies? I have plenty of them now!"

Just then, the little white duck shouted with all his might.

"AFLAC!"

"Thanks, Easter Bunny!" Tiny Tim was so excited about his piece of coal that he forgot to step properly with his cane! Down, down he went, hitting each stare on the way, until you heard his little body thud against the concrete wall. With his small piece of black rock, he wrote a message for all to remember, which was later written on his tombstone: WATCH THAT FIRST STEP- IT'S A DOOZY!

"HE LOVES ME!"

"Come on, Miss Deathstrike- do you really think the Lone Ranger is THAT lonely?"
Again, she had to hand it to Mrs. Jenkens- she was wise for her age, as well as a very good arm wrestler. It was all she could do to get unpinned.

"What do you eat, Old Woman?"
"Beans- got them from Tonto- mighty powerful stuff! The Jetsons used to live next door. They moved away not long after I moved here... said they missed Sherwood Forest or something like that."

"I'm so hungry, I could eat a raw dog!"
Lassie squirmed nervously.

And there say Mary, crying her eyes out... Little Lamb had wandered too far away in the Hundred Acre Woods. She held the small piece of woolen tail tightly in her hand- she would never let it go.
She decided to go visit the house that Jack built. But before she made it to the beach front, a mighty tempest kicked up. The waves vehemently beat on that house, and it fell, and great was the fall of it.

Dorothy walked up to the house in amazement- right there, underneath its edge, she saw her favorite pair of bobby socks! She quickly pulled them off the Wicked Witch of the East.
"Next time, buy your own pair!"

Round and round the rugged rock the ragged Ranger ran, with the cheerleader fast on his heals... until she got lost on the other side of the rock. Running in circles made her dizzy, not to mention movement in general. She decided to wait for her friends to meet her in the lobby...

"Look, Lea- no hands!" Luke, who was getting used to his new lifestyle, demonstrated the fine art of balancing a fork in his toes. "After all," he said to Tonto, "Toe jam is not the worst thing to eat!"
"Mmm," said Tonto. "Very true, Keemoesahbee."

Boy, was the fork upset- here she thought the spoon had truly loved her, until she heard what he and the plate had done... all those dreams of a full set were now tarnished.

This story was brought to you by the letter D and Q, as well as the number 13. And, Goodnight Mrs. Calabash, wherever you are.

THE END