IT'S BACK!

[nobleplatypus]

Time for another installment of the Bobbsey Twins Liveblog, which is so long overdue that it has now become the Bobbsey Twins Liveblog 2009-?, essentially. UNACCEPTABLE. I hereby give you all permission to hit me with pool noodles if I fail to update at least once a month, because REALLY

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[spoofmaster]

"Pompon" makes me thing "poupon," which makes me think each hat has a little dollop of dijon mustard on top. Shush with your logic; I'm going to enjoy that mental image.

Also, now you need to write a Dan Brown crossover as well as a Pan's Labyrinth one.

[nobleplatypus]

You know, mustard on the hat would actually explain what happens next. NOT THAT I'M TELLING.

Also, now you need to write a Dan Brown crossover as well as a Pan's Labyrinth one.

OH MAN. I'm doing "The Bobbsey Twins and the Labyrinth of the Faun" first!

[spoofmaster]

Does a goat come up and eat her hat? Because my first thought was attacking goats. And Bert's upset because he knows he'll have to buy her endless replacement hats as she keeps getting attacked by various four-legged animals and losing them.

You'd better finish your liveblogging before you do any of that, though. :p

[nobleplatypus]

*giggling uncontrollably at your icon*

Not quite. Coincidentally, the fate Flossie suffers is nearly identical to something that actually happened to my little brother, once. The only difference is that my brother's hat wasn't stupid.

Yes, yes. HEY, SPEAKING OF ZOO CRACK...

[alienagentsab]

The word is indeed pompon; I believe it started out with an N and no one could pronounce it correctly so it became pompom, as we know it today.

I think the cliffhanger involves Flossie trying on a hat of bad color for her skin, and Bert is eager to spare her the ignominy of poor color matching.

[nobleplatypus]

I have learned so much in the past 24 hours, all courtesy of this chapter!

That is an excellent guess! Bert has an eye for these things, you know.

[artekka]

Sounds like a job for... THE OXFORD ENGLISH DICTIONARY! *cue theme music*

Forms: 17 pomponne, 17 pong pong, 17-18 pompoon, 17-18 ponpon, 17- pompon, 18-19 pompone, 18- pompom, 18- pom-pom. [< French pompon (usually spherical) tuft of wool or silk worn as an ornament (1556 in Middle French, subsequently from 1722), probably ultimately of imitative origin. In forms pompom, pom-pom probably influenced by POM-POM int. With sense 2 and the compounds (see Compounds 1) compare similar uses in French: rose pompon rose variety with pompom-like flowers (1836), pompon buttercup (1874), and Frenchregional (Normandy) pompons (plural) Italian clover.
In form pong pong in quot. 1748 at sense 1a apparently representing French pronunciation of pompon.
With the form pompoon compare -OON suffix.]

"imitative origin", huh? *imagines a pompom bouncing on a piece of clothing* PONG! PONG! PONG! PONG! PONG! teehee!

[philosophercat]

...Mushroom cave. He works in the mushroom cave. People work in mushroom caves. My mind she is blown.

[nobleplatypus]

Heck, the fact that a man named "Slippery" is working anywhere is pretty mind-blowing. He must have some really solid references.

[nobleplatypus]

HA! I like this theory!

[madame_fifi]

Perhaps Flossie would enjoy visiting this Mexican tourist hot spot?

http://www.odditycentral.com/pics/mexicos-island-of-the-dolls-is-beyond-creepy.html

There are dolls! So many dolls!

And possibly caves!

[nobleplatypus]

You're lucky I already knew about that creepy island, or else I'd be wetting myself.

Though actually... that gives me an idea... *goes to edit post*

[tabslock]

The icing on the unlikely cake is that the foreman, delighted to be distracted from his work by a group of nosy brats and to discuss with them his trusted employee Slippery Jenks, uses the word "whom". CORRECTLY.

(And I am hooked. And if you go another year without updating now I will be extremely annoyed.)

[nobleplatypus]

NO SHIT. Even people who drive tractors through subterranian tunnels for a living can use "whom" correctly in the Bobbsey universe.

(The year-long hiatus will NOT be happening again, I promise. Or else... pool noodles. Y'all have my permission.)