A big thumbs up

[artsyone]

Well, looka here, Skiz. This guy Dave seems t' think he can get us home on this here flyin' contraptiun

Well, I don't know, Eb. Seems a mite dangerous to me.

Quickest way home, Skiz. That there guy Dave said so. Tell the man, he's askin' the way to Middleville.

Say, I ain't never flied like a bird afore. How would I know.

Well, Sir, I'd say fly straight down the valley and take a left at the West Canada where you see her meet the Mohawk. It's near my cousin's house in Herkimer on Eureka Street

Listen, Eb. That guy Dave wants one of us hangin' on the side of each wing fer balance. And he says we have t" hold on like the Devil and don't let go till he tells us too.

[artsyone]

Now, this here ain't so bad, Skiz. (shouting)

Don't rightly know, Eb. Sure could use some moonshine. (shouting)

Yup! Someday they'll probably serve it on the wing, Skiz.

I like those little packs of peanut butter crackers too, Eb.

I'd rather have a chair, Skiz. Just bolt it to the wing.

Ain't no chairs out here in second class, Eb. But we can crawl around.

Not me, Skiz. I ain't lettin' go till I see the farm.

Don't let go till Captain Dave gets you near the ground, Eb. Iffen you jump off you'll break yer You-nick.

Where's that guy Dave anyways, Skiz?

Theyrs a paracute neath us, Eb. Could be that guy Dave. You know, the one who created us on his 'puter.

By the way, Eb, is that yer missus down there with the shotgun?

[artsyone]

Well, theyre's no place like home, Eb.

How long you figger afore yer missus stops screamin'?

Don't know, Eb. This is her third turn runnin' round the house.

When you shouted; "Theyre's home! Put 'er down!" Capn Dave did exactly that. He couldn't a known yer missus was a gonna shoot him.

Reckon that guy Dave's dead?

Could be, Eb. He don't look so good just hangin there like that.

Hower we gonna get down from here Skizzer?

Well, I don't know about you, but I ain't fixin' 't get down any time soon...

Waitin' for the missus to calm down.?

Couple days. Couple days. Get comfortable, Eb.

[artsyone]

For your viewing pleasure, the tour continues unabated with: "Skizzer n Eb on the Busy Corner", followed by "Skizzer n Eb meet Mrs. F" and all of the tomfoolery which ensues as the tour winds down to it's obvious end.

Part the first.

So Eb, that Guy Dave says this here's the Busy Corner and we uns got 't set here on the old green bench what he made for us on his 'puter and wait fer him till he comes t fetch us. I think I  done caught me a splinter.

A splinter, Skiz? How you going t get it out with all these folks a watchin?

Don't rightely know Eb. Don't rightlely know.

Sure is busy down here, Skiz. Where you think all these folks er a goin t?

Dunno Eb. Where'd you be goin' this time a day?

T milk the cows, Skiz.

Then I guess that's where they be a goin.

Don't see any cows, Skiz. Don't smell em either.

I reckon them cows is as clean as the people, Eb.

Kinda like that there Robertson girl, Skiz.

Who was she, Eb?

One a the girls I usta meet in the creek, Skiz.

You reckin she was in a cage like that woman we pulled out yesterday?

Na! That woman yesterday, she was a real lady. Skiz. A real lady.

Hey! Looky there Eb! Here comes that guy Dave! What's he carryin'?

Dunno, Skiz. Looks like a giant set a tweezers. Could be he's fixin t work on that splinter.

Dunno Eb. I aint fixin to 'spose my man part to that guy Dave any time soon, splinter er not. Misses aint seen em in years neither. No, she aint.

[artsyone]

Skizzer n Eb in "A flashback funny"

Guess we aint on the Busy Corner no more, Eb.

Nope.

You hear sumpthin behind us, Eb?

Could be that Roberston girl, Skiz.

She's a bit long in the tooth t be dippin in the creek nowadays, Eb.

Mabye I do hear sumpthin a hind us. Like somebody screamin, Skiz.

Mabye I do, Eb. Mabye I don't.

Yup.

Yup what Eb?

It were a woman. In a cage, Skiz. Words like I ain't never heard cept from my Missus when she accidentally dropper her choppers down the well.

In the creek Eb?

No, in the well, Skiz.

Not in many a year, Skiz. Not in many a year.

[artsyone]

Where'd you get that picture from Eb?

That ol gal in the cage, she done give it t me, Skiz.

Well, from the looks of it, twerent yesterday, Eb

Nope. Last night, Skiz. Last night. I was feelin mighty frisky after that guy Dave done took and yanked that splinter out.

[artsyone]

Here's her real picture, Eb. Aint she a pretty one though?

Sure is, Skiz. What's she call herself anyhow?

Mrs. F., Eb. Mrs. F.

I knowed me a Mrs F. many a year ago, Skiz. Many a year ago. She were in a cage too. I aint sayin no more bout it though. My Missus find out why I'm just a zoodle, Skiz. Just a fried zoodle.

What's a fried zoodle, Eb? Aint never heard a such a contraption.

Somethin that Clipper guy eats for lunch, Skiz. Reckon he like 'em.

Reckon so, Eb. Reckon so.

[artsyone]

I told you t put that naughty picture away, Eb!

Here come the cops, Skiz...and that there Mrs. F what we pulled outta the creek yesterday.

 story to continue soon...

[artsyone]

Lucky fer us that guy Dave was hangin around and got us out a there fast!

Yup. Right back t the Hotel Uticay, Eb. The Hotel Uticay.

Think he'll keep us here long, Skiz?

Dunno, Eb. I Dunno. Mabey we can go into that there restaurant and get us  a plate up of horreydevours.

What a horreydevours, Skiz? 

It's like a fried zoodel, Eb, only more fun, Eb. Way more fun.