When Slap is not playing in Mother G or preparing TO go play in Mother G, he sometimes has to take care of domestic chores in between his journeys. We find Slappy walking into the local pet care shop.
“Hi there Norman” said Slappy, “It sure is good to see you again.”
“It’s been a long time Slappy,” replied Norman, the owner of Perfect Pet Care, “How are the dunes of Glamis these days?”
“Norman," said Slap, "The Sand Verbena is blooming more beautimus than it ever has, you have to see it. And, Mr. Red Tail could be seen floatin in the big winds we recently had, and the ridges near China Wall are sharp, steep, and lots of fun. So, how’s the pet care business?”
“Things are good Slap, I love taking care of the animals, just like you do. Oh by the way, Mrs. McDuner was in here yesterday and said that Sponge is having some diarrhea problems.”
“Yep, we both are, but only after she fed us her homemade tamales. Those things worked us over worse than Esco’s Recipe For Destruction dip Norman.”
“IMPOSSIBLE Slap.”
“Nope, Slap ain’t kidding.”
“I sure hope you feel better soon Slap. So, what can I help you with today?”
“Well Norman, Slap is looking for something that will cure constant flatulation.”
“Slap, you are in luck. We’ve got this new food from “Doggie Dish” that not only controls flatulation, it stops itching, scratching, shedding, diarrhea, slobbering, and excessive licking.”
“HOT DAMN NORMAN, THAT’S PERFECT. Those are all the symptoms that need attention.”
“WOW Slap, I didn’t know Sponge was having all those problems.”
“He’s not, it’s for Mrs. McDuner, she’ll be tickled pink when Slap brings this stuff home.”
