Chapter Twelve

Are We There Yet?

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"Hmm… good question. Snotlaw Mountain was too high, I guess. And anyway there’s the Posse Commiesnotus law which was much more strictly enforced back them days when America was great."

"And those Snotlaws was very tough. Right?"

"Are you kidding? And mean too. One time some lowlife Irish Mafia types started a gang war by stiffing them in a hooch deal. So the Snotlaws, Debuty Barney Fife, and High Sheriff Andy Gritshole all get in their big old Snotlaw jalopy and drive to Beverly Hills and kidnap Al Capone and drug him back to their pigpen and mack him bark like a dog."

"Cool. Whatabout poor MaryEllen? And, Dabba stop groaning, or I'll make him tell it again! And stop fartin too!"



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"Hmm… good question. Snotlaw Mountain was too high, I guess. And anyway there’s the Posse Commiesnotus law which was much more strictly enforced back them days when America was great."

"And those Snotlaws was very tough. Right?"

"Are you kidding? And mean too. One time some lowlife Irish Mafia types started a gang war by stiffing them in a hooch deal. So the Snotlaws, Debuty Barney Fife, and High Sheriff Andy Gritshole all get in their big old Snotlaw jalopy and drive to Beverly Hills and kidnap Al Capone and drug him back to their pigpen and mack him bark like a dog."

"Cool. Whatabout poor MaryEllen? And, Dabba stop groaning, or I'll make him tell it again! And stop fartin too!"