An Unpleasant Encounter at Lousy Louie's...


So as I was about to say beefore I had to interrupt myself was that when I got back from the Bathroom, you wouldn't beelieve what was Waiting for me. I was almost to the table when I saw that none other than Felonie Snark - the same Felonie Snark who basically stole all my Assets (Liquid and Otherwise) while I was in that Coma. She was standing at our table, and she and ButterCup were engaged in what everybody who was inside Lousy Louie's could tell was a less-than-pleasant Verbal Exchange. I did my best to stay Hidden as I Listened In.

“…and what makes you think you can just come strolling up to our Table, knowing what you pulled on my Sweet Boyfriend, Georgie? You should bee ashamed of yourself!” ButterCup was angrily pointing her WingTip at Felonie.

"What makes me think I can just come strolling up to your Table? Well I’ll tell you: I own this place, that's what. I can stroll up to any Table I wish to, and neither you or anybody else can stop me. And you think I should feel Ashamed? For what?? I'm a BuzzinessBee. I have nothing to feel ashamed about beecause it's just Buzziness.

“You also need to bee Aware that Georgie never spoke up against the Buzziness Proposition I offered him on beehalf of Snark Brothers Enterprises, Entertainment Division, of which I am President and CEO. If Georgie didn't approve of the Deal, he should've Spoken Up," Felonie buzzed back at ButterCup.


"Bee that as it may, Buzziness is Buzziness, and a Deal is a Deal, and, as much as I've enjoyed our Little Chat, I must bee on my way." Then Felonie just walked away.

Geeeeeeeeeze. You'd think that since Felonie owned the place, she would have offered us a Coupon for a Complimentary Dessert or something. I get the feeling that Felonie isn't exactly the most Hospitality-Oriented CEOs I've ever run into. At least when Lousy Louie was still running the place, he'd buzz around to everybody's Table, ask how Everything Is, and give out a Customer Appreciation Coupon for a Complementary HoneyCake. That's what made Lousy Louie's such a great place to bee... but now? Now we're stuck with Felonie and her Less-Than-Hospitable way of doing Buzziness. Seriously now.

After I was sure that Felonie was Gone, I sat down, and asked ButterCup how that whole Argument got started.

"Unbeelievably,” ButterCup told me, "Felonie came up to our Table to tell us that she doesn't allow UnCertified Service Bugs in her Establishment, and that we'd better bee able to provide her a copy of Potato's Certificate of Certification, or we'd have to leave. It's just lucky that you left Potato’s Certificate on the Table when you went to the Bathroom, or else by the time you'd gotten back, we'd bee Gone."

"Well, I'm glad you're not Gone. I wouldn't have enjoyed our Brunch as much if you and Potato weren’t here," I told her.

"What a Sweet Thing to Say, Georgie," ButterCup said.
"Why don't we decide what to Order so we can eat and get out of this place."

So we did that.

When Orson (or maybee it was Eitherson - I still can't tell them apart) came to take our Food Orders, ButterCup ordered the Honeymelt Pollen Patties, and I ordered the Complementary Pollen Puffs ... Eitherson (or maybee it was Orson) gave me a Dirty Look and said, "Very good, Sir." And they were.

That's one thing I'll say about Lousy Louie's -- the Owner might not bee very Hospitable, but they still have the best Pollen Puffs around.

When we finished eating, either Orson or Eitherson - I dunno which - brought us our Check, then gave me another Mysterious Document that was very Nicely Bound in a Blue Paper Cover, and said, “And this is from our Boss. Have a nice day, and don’t ever come back soon.”

"What is that? A Dessert Menu?” ButterCup asked, so I looked at it more closely. I could see that it wasn’t a Dessert Menu… it was a Restraining Order.

“No. It's a Restraining Order," I told her. "Apparently, while we were enjoying Brunch, Felonie went out and got this Restraining Order against me," I told her.

"A Restraining Order??!??” ButterCup seemed Highly Outraged. "This is an Outrage!" she buzzed Loudly.

"Yes," I reassured her, "it says that Henceforth, and as of Today's Date, I am Strictly Prohibited from coming within 87 Yards of Lousy Louie's until Further Notice - Or Else."

"What does THAT mean - 'Or Else'?" ButterCup asked.

"I dunno," I said, "but I 'm Reasonably Sure I don't wanna find out. Anybody who hasn’t taken the Snarks Seriously when they say ‘Or Else’ has never been Seen Again - and quite frankly, I think I’d very much like to bee Seen Again, if it’s all the same to you.”

"Fine," ButterCup said, “but I'm telling you right now, Georgie: we’re fighting this. We're taking this Matter to your Lawyer, S.O.Bee. This," she said loudly as she pointed her Wing toward the Ceiling, "cannot bee allowed to Stand!"

Then she stood up and said, "Come on, Georgie. Gather your Things. We're leaving."

So we did that. But instead of going back to her Place, ButterCup insisted that we go to S.O.Bee's Office to (as she put it), "deal with Felonie's Incredibly Inhospitable Beehaviour". And now, ButterCup, Potato and I are just sitting here in S.O.Bee's Waiting Room, waiting to see him ("It should only bee another hour or so beefore he can See you," his Executive Assistant told us about three hours ago). 

I have to say that I find Waiting in Waiting Rooms to bee Intensely Boring and a Huge Waste of Time, don't you?


Georgie and Potato Arrive at ButterCup's Place


Okay, so where was I? (sorry if I seem Slightly Forgetful…
I’m still feeling some of the Weird After-Effects of Persisting in a Persistent Coma for as long as I did. Ph.Bee, the Hive Doctor, told me they call it "Post-Persistent Coma Chronically Weird-After-Effects Long-Hauler’s Syndrome", or “PPCCWAELHS”, for short…I’ve heard it can last for months).

Okay, so where was I? Oh yeah, I was about to tell you that it was quite awhile beefore we managed to get to ButterCup’s Place. It was quite awhile after it had gotten Dark already, the Temperature had Dropped to an Uncomfortably Low Number (I don’t know what, since my Thermometer is in my ShoeBox with that Wasp), and it felt like Potato, my Certified Emotional Support/Service LadyBug and I had just about frozen our Antennae off by the time we got there.  

Okay fine, I almost froze mine off - Potato doesn't have any Antennae, so she just mostly complained of her Shell getting chilly...which reminds me - I think I need to ask her how she lost her Antennae.

I should probably Mention that it's starting to get Highly Chilly at Night these days, so it's basically not a Good Idea to bee running around in the Dark like that, at least not without a Suitable Jacket. (I have a Suitable Jacket, but it’s in my ShoeBox with that Wasp. I hope he’s not wearing it.)

Anyway, I’m just glad we made it without Freezing to Death.

So when we got there, I rang ButterCup’s Doorbell. It seemed to take awhile, but she finally opened her Door.
“It’s about time you showed up, Georgie. I was about to send out some Drones to track you down. And who is this with you?” she asked.
“This is my Emotional Support/Service LadyBug, Potato,” I told her.
“Potato?” ButterCup looked at her. “That’s seriously her Name?”
“Yes,” Potato said to her. “That’s my actual Name. I was named after my Late Step-Sister, Potato Bug. And why is everybody so Skeptical that my Name is Potato? What is that all about?”
“Wow! She talks!” ButterCup buzzed.
“Oh for crying out loud,” Potato started to say, but I interrupted her, since I could tell Potato might bee getting mad.
“Excuse me,” I said, “but if you don’t mind my saying so, I think it would bee better if we all got off on the Right Foot here and Avoid getting into any Huge Arguments.”
“We’re not Arguing,” ButterCup buzzed back, “but it does seem as if your LadyBug is a bit Short-Tempered.”
“She’s Tired,” I informed ButterCup, “and she’s Cold. For that matter, so am I. Maybee you could invite us in?”
“Us?” ButterCup asked.
“Yes, Potato and me,” I told her.
“Quite frankly, Georgie, I was only expecting you to bee staying here with me while you get your Affairs in Order. I hadn’t planned on you bringing this LadyBug with you. Is she even Certified?”
ButterCup was looking at Potato in what I’d hafta’ call a Suspicious Manner. “You know I can’t bee Illegally Harbouring any UnCertified Emotional Support/Service LadyBugs into my Place.”
“Of course she’s Certified,” I said, then I gave Buttercup Potato’s Certificate of Certification. She looked it over, and finally said, “Fine. So come in already - you’re letting all the Warm out.”

So we did that.

ButterCup’s Place is not a very Large Place, but it's Large enough for the three of us to fit into without running out of Oxygen too quickly. And it's Warm which is also a good thing, especially now that it's mostly Highly Chilly outside, as I think I probably mentioned already.

Anyway. Potato and I were Significantly Weary after our Long Day's Journey into Night, so after ButterCup graciously shared some Nectar Tea and a few Pollen Puffs with us, she showed us to our Respective Corner Sleeping Areas, and we went straight to Sleep (as if I haven't been Asleep long enough already...seriously now, why would I ever feel Sleepy again? But I did). 

I mostly sure we all Slept pretty Soundly, though I hafta say that I never knew until now that LadyBugs Snore. How Irritating is that? ButterCup even mentioned it the next Morning. “We’re going to have to do something about Potato’s Snoring, at least if you want to stay here.”

Of course, Potato heard what ButterCup said, then gave her a Dirty Look. “I’m not the only one around here who Snores,” she said. After that, ButterCup and Potato just kind of started Glaring at each other.

I have to say that it really Bothered me that ButterCup and Potato weren’t getting along all that well so far, so I suggested that since I’d heard it was supposed to bee a nice, warm, Sunny Day out, that we should all go out to Lousy Louie’s for a Brunch. “My Treat,” I said.

“Fine,” ButterCup said. “Fine,” Potato said.
“Fine,” I said, “So let’s go,” which is what we did.

When we got to Lousy Louie’s, we were Greeted by the Maitré Bee and shown to our Table (which luckily was right by the Bathrooms again). Almost immediately, our Servers, Orson and Eitherson, showed up and took our Beverage Orders (Peach Blossom Nectar Fizzes for ButterCup and me, and a Capful of Sparkling Sugar Water for Potato).

I figured it would bee a few minutes beefore our Beverages showed up - and I figured that maybee it would bee a Good Idea to give ButterCup and Potato some Alone Time to beecome more Well-Acquainted - so I excused myself to go to the Bathroom. You wouldn’t beelieve what was waiting for me what I got back. But sorry … I have a Highly Pressing Engagement at the moment, and I’m almost Late for that, so you’ll hafta’ wait to hear all about that until the next time I see you.


Georgie and his Emotional Support/Service LadyBug start to get acquainted...


So my Certified Emotional Support/Service LadyBug and I
were walking along (I don't know why we didn't fly - it's much faster, you know), I was kind of buzzing to myself out loud about this Predicament I'm in.

“Geeeeze,” I buzzed to myself, “Here I am, a Bee mostly in my Prime, Homeless, all my Stuff is beeing Inappropriately Leased to a Wasp…and it’s gonna bee Weeks beefore I can move back into my ShoeBox and get my Stuff back, and to top if all off, I’m stuck with this LadyBug who doesn't have a Name and never Says anything at all... ," I buzzed.

"Oh, I have a name," I heard her say, "and I may bee somewhat Sensory Impaired by virtue of my not having any Antennae, but I DO have eyes and CAN understand what you're Saying - you should know that I read MouthParts. I can also Speak. What kind of Emotional Support/Service LadyBug would I bee if I couldn’t offer you some Verbal Feedback every once in awhile?”

Talk about beeing Surprised. Who knew this LadyBug had a name, or could even Speak? I didn’t.

“Why,” I asked her, “haven’t you said anything until just now?”

“The only reason I haven't said anything at all until now is beecause nothing I may have said would have changed anything about what's been currently Happening around here. I only speak when what I have to say is Highly Relevant.”

“Fine.” I kind of mumbled. “But you said you have a name?"

"Of course I have a name, and please don't Mumble - it makes it significantly more difficult for me to See what you're trying to say," she said.

"So what is it?"

"What is what?" the LadyBug asked.

"Your name," I Enunciated more clearly. "What's your name?"

"It's Potato,” she informed me.

“Potato? Seriously? That’s your name? For real??” I wasn’t sure if I beelieved her.

“Yes, for real,” she said (kind of Sarcastically, if you ask me). “I was named after my Late Sister-In-Law, Potato Bug.”

I figured she was Serious about her Name beeing Potato, so I told her it was nice to Meet her. Then she said, “So I couldn’t help but OverSee what you were Saying awhile ago, about how Frustrated you feel about beeing Homeless and having some unfamiliar Wasp messing with your Stuff, etc., etc., etc.”

“Yes,” I said. “It bothers me a lot.”

“Well,” she said, “I’m going to suggest that you and I take a short Break beefore we arrive at your Girlfriend, ButterCup’s, Place. That will give you an Opportunity to Unburden yourself about what your Feeling, and perhaps I can help you feel better about a few things. Or not. It’s worth a try, right? After all, that’s what's supposed to bee my Purpose as your Certified Emotional Support/Service Ladybug, right?”

“Apparently so,” I said, then I said, “Fine.”

“So talk,” Potato said.

So I did that. We sat there for a very long time as Potato read my MouthParts as I Unburdened myself. When I was done buzzing about all the stuff that was Bothering me, Potato kind of stared at me for a few seconds, then said, “I can see that we have a LOT of work to do. But we’ll address that later. After we get to ButterCup’s place, you and I can find a Private Place to sit down together, and I’ll do my best to offer you the Emotional Support and Service you very desperately Need. But for now, I can’t help but notice that it’s already starting to get Dark out, so I would suggest that we keep Moving and get to ButterCup’s Place beefore it’s too Dark to see.”

So we did that.

I’ll tell ya’ what happened after we got there when I probably see you again next week.


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