The ministry is under attack! Repeat, the ministry is under attack! I hear skirmishes down the hall. It sounds like they're getting closer. Mugsy, Brody, somebody -- please send help! Oh, I just knew something bad was going to happen in the ayatollah's absence. Does anyone know if the ministry's benefits include that insurance that protects you if you're injured and unable to work? Oh, what is it called? I can never think of the name.Oh no! They're at the door! Mugsy, please help! AFLAC! AFLAARGH!
11 comments:
MALLARD -
Hang in there!
I'm on my way!
Goodness! What the hell happened? Do you need feline reinforcements? Send out the smoke signals! Let me know!
We are on our way from Canada! Oh crap we don't have passports so might never be able to leave the States again if we fly. Looks like we have to steal the family car and head south. We will be there in a couple of days. Hang tight our fine feathered friend!
-Pyrite and Boscoe
Mallard,
The Pug Brigade is on the way. Fear not, we shall distract the enemy with our adorable antics. As far as the insurance, I'm afraid the standard policy will exclude acts of war, so you're probably out of luck. When this is over you may be limited to filing a workman's compensation claim against the Ministry. Good luck and hang tight.
The Grand Duke
I'll send buscuits to feed the troops!
I'll launch a gas attack Mallard! I ate some broccoli today so it will be really bad; put on your gas mask so you aren't hurt!
I'm ready to assist. I've been training for just such a mission!
Standing ready for whatever the Ayatollah may require of me... us Airedales don't start fights, we end 'em so just let me know whenever I am needed to "finish the job" oh great one... oh, and I'm an excellent digger for anything that might need to "disappear"...
Bogart
I'm on my way!! I may look cute and fluffy, but I will turn into a fierce fighting machine when fighting for my Ayatollah!
fee at your command! and o, happy new year o wise one!
humbly yours always,
fee
Do we like need to bring any weapons or sandwiches or anything?
Mallard, I had the single worst scare of my young life this morning...I thought I saw you dead in Fleetwood Cadillac's back yard. On closer examination, I was ever so relieved to discover it was one of your kinfolks and, other than being soakin' soppin' wet, he was O.K. One wouldn't think a Mallard would get soakin' soppin' wet like that but rain happens.
That was an awful feeling, Mallard. Fleetwood's Mallard-person was identical to you...your own mother would have thought it was you.
I went back this afternoon and obviously Fleetwood remembered where he'd left his comrade and retrieved him. I hope he's in the dryer at this moment.
Back to the situation at hand though, I may be late - it's so foggy here I can't see my nose (what little there is of it) in front of my face.
J. B.
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