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FRED & MAYBELL
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ON THE JUNGLE TABLE
Leave them be Fred,they look kind of dangerous to me, pleaded a worried MayBell. However Fred had other ideas, I think they just want to play. He said.
Needle sharp baby teeth are no threat to me. After all i`m made of metal. Poor MayBell,being a MAYBELL, from the stars,was trying hard to avoid these things from goodness knows where.
Fred scanned each tiny over active individual,and realized that they were classified Crocodiles on his mainframe computer from another time dimension.
Meanwhile.
Archibald and Priscilla, are searching for their lost babes, and are sure making a lot of noise while a doing it,but blu tac fixed jungles are built rugged enough for all kinds of distressed stuff to happen.
Crazy things tend to happen in Fiddle Wood.
They sure enough do Pards, said the Cowboy who long ago found a voice here.
as did many before him.
Eh! Do get on with it BB, before the story goes off the boil ?
Such an Extreme a Wailing both had never ever heard before. What a Din! Fred,said............. and as for MayBell she blurted out ,i have no wish to be their Din,Dins!
Yes the CROCODILES are certainly nearby.
It`s time to go MayBell. ..........It sure is Fred.
And so it was that the two Pals skipped over a page into their next adventure.
United again at long last.
A happy ending is much better than none i suppose?
As for my toy figures they can come in many guises. C U Soon. BB