It's nice to know that Georgie and the bunch are safe and sound . . .
21/01/16 10:57
Thursday, January 21, 2016
Hello everybody! I hafta make this reasonably short, beecause I can’t get over this feeling I’m beeing watched.
In case you hadn’t heard, I’m currently in Paris, France, and am writing this from the relative safety and comfort of the room we’re all sharing in the beeautiful and luxurious Nom De Plume Motel and 24-Hour Disco Lounge.
In case you’re curious: After Krunch McKowsky came to the door with those arrest warrants, Kevin, Great Grandma Gee, Bert and I looked at each other and knew the best course of action would bee to leave town. So, I made a quick call to Fleur who was more than willing to help, then sent a secret message to ButterCup in the Hive to pack a bag and meet us at the airport.
She did that, and the next thing we knew, we were on a French Military Transport Plane to Paris, where Fleur met us and took us to this motel, where we’ve pretty much been stuck since we arrived (and had to suffer the non-stop thumping of that Disco Music coming through the floor).
We thought about going out for some supper in a bit, but Bert just informed us that it’s only 275.372 Kelvin out, which is just too chilly for my tastes. So we’re staying in and ordering Room Service. (I ordered the French Honey Soup.)
Anyway. I hafta go now. Room Service just knocked on the door. I’ll bee back as soon as I can to keep everybody posted about what’s going on.
I hope everybody has a magnifique journée, as the French say.
I’ll see ya’ later!
Hello everybody! I hafta make this reasonably short, beecause I can’t get over this feeling I’m beeing watched.
In case you hadn’t heard, I’m currently in Paris, France, and am writing this from the relative safety and comfort of the room we’re all sharing in the beeautiful and luxurious Nom De Plume Motel and 24-Hour Disco Lounge.
In case you’re curious: After Krunch McKowsky came to the door with those arrest warrants, Kevin, Great Grandma Gee, Bert and I looked at each other and knew the best course of action would bee to leave town. So, I made a quick call to Fleur who was more than willing to help, then sent a secret message to ButterCup in the Hive to pack a bag and meet us at the airport.
She did that, and the next thing we knew, we were on a French Military Transport Plane to Paris, where Fleur met us and took us to this motel, where we’ve pretty much been stuck since we arrived (and had to suffer the non-stop thumping of that Disco Music coming through the floor).
We thought about going out for some supper in a bit, but Bert just informed us that it’s only 275.372 Kelvin out, which is just too chilly for my tastes. So we’re staying in and ordering Room Service. (I ordered the French Honey Soup.)
Anyway. I hafta go now. Room Service just knocked on the door. I’ll bee back as soon as I can to keep everybody posted about what’s going on.
I hope everybody has a magnifique journée, as the French say.
I’ll see ya’ later!