Apr 14, 2006 01:28
Ted was sitting on the front lawn in a deck chair. He wasn't up early so much as he hadn't been to bed yet. There was still plenty of time to nap and then get up to go and teach class this afternoon. Ted wasn't doing anything in particular. This was attributable to the countless Twinkie wrappers strewn across the grass. He'd spent the entire night and early morning getting over a sugar overdose.
Remember kids, don't OD on sugar. It turns your brain into a lumpy, foaming mass that looks a lot like Dr Phil. It's not pretty.
When he saw the miniature giraffe standing in front of him wearing Secret Disguise Sunglasses (TM), a Secret Diguise Hawaiian Shirt (TM) and a Secret Disguise Lei (TM).
Ted blinked.
There was a Secret Disguise Suitcase on the ground beside the miniature giraffe.
Ted blinked again, then leapt out of his chair.
"EARL!"
Earl blinked back at Ted.
"Dude! I thought you ran away!"
Earl blinked.
"And then I got this message from the Giraffe Mafia telling me to stop looking for you or they'd hurt you! It came with a bread sandwich with a knife through it dude."
Earl blinked and flared his nostrils.
"Dude. Weak. It was all a hoax? Just so you could go to Hawaii for a holiday?"
Earl blinked, as miniature giraffes do.
"I was worried about you." He rushed forward and hugged his giraffe pal. "I'm totally glad you're back, dude! Come inside and I'll make you a bread sandwich. It's fresh!"
Earl leaned down picked up his Secret Disguise Suitcase (TM) in his mouth, then casually followed Ted inside.
It was good to be home.
earl