Slappy
Moderator
posted 06-03-2001 06:34 PM
Every once in awhile, Mrs. McDuner love to tag along with da Slapster when he goes and sees Mother G. But,
she be gettin all Mcirritated most of the time. Cuz when it comes to Mother G, Mother G be top priority (did
dat just ryme? OOOHHHH Slappy gotta quit). Ya see, Slappy have da habit of just takin off from camp at any
given moment; Slappy just never know when Mother gonna call, so Slappy gotta be ready. But because of
that, Mrs. Mcduner sometimes get snappy with Slappy, her lips be 'jawin mcflappy'. On da last trip together,
Slappy learned a valuable lesson.
Da sun was settin on what was a beautimus day at Mother G's. Slappy did some serious bowlblasting, ripple
tastin, ridge runnin rides on da McSlappmachine. Things was quiet around camp. Slappy was preparin da logs
for the evenings fire, and Mrs. McDuner was almost finished cooking dinner (and when she cook dinner, you gotta
take pictures for memories, cuz dats what it will be, nothin but a memory ). Anyway, outta the blue,
Mother G called for da Slapster and said, "Slappy, there are still some fresh ripples out here that you didn't
get to taste, and I am preparing a wonderful sunset for you, so come back out and see me". Well, Slappy
grabbed his helmet and headed for the McSlappmachine. Mrs. McDuner immediately called out, "Slappy, where
the hell do you think your going?" Slappy could tell by the tone of her voice that she was quite perturbed. Slappy
replied, "Mother G is callin sweetheart, she needs to see da Slapster right now". She then asked Slappy in a very agitated
voice, "How long do you think your going to be gone?" NOW, Slappy shoulda thought a little before he made
his response, but didn't. Slappy innocently replied, "The whole time". As Slappy lifted his leg over the
McSlappmachine, Mrs. McDuner came flyin outta nowhere and knocked Slappy head-over-heels on to da ground . SHE
PULLED A SUPER-FLY SNUKA ON DA SLAPSTER, WOW! You shoulda seen her standin over Slappy, wavin a
fryin pan in anger, and threatenin to beat Slappy if Slappy went anywhere. You know what? Slappy again
didn't think before he spoke, Slappy stupidly said, "Honey, before you use that, you might want to add some
butter to prevent burning". DOINK! OUCH!! Let da Slapster tell you this, a metal fryin pan connecting hard on
top of your helmet sends a painful ringing sound right through da center of your
noggin, BOINNNNNNNNNNNNNG! It felt like Slappy's head was gonna pop.
Well, Slappy had to disappoint Mother G on that sunset evening. As a matter of fact, Slappy didn't go anywhere that night except to his lounge chair; enjoyed Mrs.
McDuners WONDERFUL dinner; and of course, nursed a screaming headache.