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; 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 her tone of voice that she was quite perturbed. Slappy replied, "Mother G is callin, 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 fast 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 while its on your head 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 by not going out to see da sunset from atop of one of her beautimus peaks. 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.