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Bubs n Babys, nameme d'lasTime you vntsweat, d'lost Dime you vspind on dDowntownsup when you vntneed tuse mo o'it, dlast Wave filld wi'it you vntwant tjump int'it, dlaytest Ama who vntwoke-up aSweet o'it, dLastime you vntdrink dWater wi'it, n dlaced Time you vntsprinklinkle it. Never-never?
Nextime arwond, since it fo Always, buy Mama Chumvi's Grannylated Own, n mo Pouer tyou.
Soult add tTings, llstup some Modus, llmelt Icie n llmelton Fire; it llcatch Byrds, it llhatch Coffee, it llbut Sugar, it llruim Run, lljan aGum, llgum aGame, game aOunion. Uslesses vuse it on hPlow. Gandi vhange it on hLine. Momo Chomevi's. Aks at yNearestgrok o cop it from dCorn o Shop. Chumvi, bite!
N dawn, z'dCrystellas crimple n crish wotenward, retourn egain t'dDose oTestoday tticker dTall o'Rap n Tap, tick ticker, ticker teller, ticker ticker ticket bum, ticker bumboom.
"You hear dHat, Rahab, o do mStomach chumble me?"
"Might vbend a mind Mount oTin near Birdizville."
"Remines mMi o'dGong dhey vfur off dhaTime we run-raced n you vwin at yBack. Reembare dRace, Raff?"
"Tug, what you mainng tstate? Win at mBuck? Bye Bubbah's Bay, window no, I vbeat you far n squar, wi Inchs tspar."
"Bede me, Roastbit? Nobeady boat! We vphought t'aFoetofinish, n Jackel O'Chill vrain off wi dPrixpost."
"Dig dhat dWay he alloys wane." "Yea. Like Profeseer say: No mo Razos. DFamily you run cdcome in yOwnly-Ope."
"N no mo Aces. DDeck dhat stay togather play tillever."
"N chop not dChap who cope beside you." Clop-clop. "But what vnoise din?"
Hel! Hel, pimmy!
"Over dhare, crawlng! See?"
"Saw. He loking all waterd out, Ras. Want aRide over?" Ticker, tickerticker, ticker, tickerticker, tickertickerticker tick doom.
"Git up off dhem Rocks, jim, n walk!"
"Listen, you always crawl onionese like Cat?"
Mile Ags. Mile Ags. Mile eggs.
"Look sickd out, Tuckle."
"Look balld in two, Ruz."
Chill am Anbullancelot. Chill aDocktar. Mya legs, my legs.
"Dhey llright, frerbrare. You still willem. Kin you emember wet vhappen tmishappen you? How vyou get outhere on dDesertd like aCrumb?"
School yourself, oversir. If you listen seconds lltell you. Cant you see I unuseable now. Ow. Milags. Letm catch mBreather aTocket.
"Turt, I know you go on tsay difricant, but I feel in Favor fo forecloseng dhis Chuckles Account z'O'dBegameng. He appease tme like aSpude wirekng fo dHatchillmian-Mob." Click!
Maya legs. Mare legs. Moan, omono, Maalma . . .
"Holdstar dhat Stopconk, Brosrab. We lesson at him aMinnate."
"MBullets llkeep, Brevtert."
All Bo At's work, him n mAlma, money, ymy Malma. My moraless weaked by Malema. Shee, she a bad-hung bleak lady, but syrely, one of the most mind waysting cuddlekins. You dog one of them angerally wandas. In ton years she'll do like Maamaa and scold the schild, but right now she my Rayma, no mutter what uddelovers might say. She butterful, from her black skin knee ankles toe her beam-broad jettying behind, around the coil of her back's malle, to her cleopanthered shoulders. She cane asugar her canyam, can cook so your tungle re-adore more, and remumble. Give her an inch and she'll make a miledge, grouse her and shy'll laugh. Wow v-I ding dhat Dial!
"So you renew her befo Furry Fairtree n hFuropeons first vmake dCharter wi Soilng dSeize on dVikitour laibel?"
A long time agone before, tanx. I vseed her dawn at dBiTech danceng n I vnut, sheepy sleepy poutng hToys in dWhaOrder. But dhen I lost hNummoral--ooooowl--and didn't spire fort leased fourundread yeahs after, until she mounced into my life again, minked, maypole-siruppled and on the harm of brutur Bo Oats.
Turbo Oatsman, you must nod him. Bag, fight, fool of sheet, seen at the Yard Ark, juicedly, floating aloan, and now and den sailing out the Arbor, hanging musty by Bote's Benishanti Inne, anchored to his bearstole, a hunter in winter liking the hem, a primp too, bouncing add bobbing, dough it do pace offly much at teaping time. Omen, you know Boosts, brubber of Broatorfly Tumby.
"Dhis wigger vwaneyd out! Tolkine cricketty."
"Shiii, Braz Raz."
So last knight ime jesting widh the Furlows, laying there in the cot, doing a little trystinging them back, before binding time, dogon it, when hear Combo Oats, looking fat asin a suet of cream colar, panting in the pear of this pitch, a picker like one of the peach you peak on the cover off them racing magascenes:
Malma, my hellthigh bingbangian of a boobitching troll my jolly, tinch my ruller, jelly my pain, after all this year have happen.
"Charcoal, buybebaby," she said. "Chorecoyle, bubbay."
Whooee! Molma! And me having my bustle to hustle too! I knowed I shouldnt bit Tintit, but south! what cat whodnt inlatch that, Gate, if he hid a key to wheat. So when the torn come to shettle up for the havest of bottles Boater cast, and he, peying, scussed on me to rack it wiht them, there be me: Mr. Char carl Walker-Rider, smaking it!
We board Boag's fordor poke, a Bundzer, me a modback in the buckseat with Mayailma, my hingers upassed her stroking hinch, failed with licor, re-eeling indie cuisiny biscuit of my first raisin-dd-bun. My soul's alive! But sudsenly, I sea Bow make a right off Raverside Bywife and goat over the whaterr.
You agog? You agurgle? Listen, bubas, I felt a shork ail rat, sailing all at water under us. I'm a niger whet like histown soil, as shagaty as at suntimes get. Its mines. Its reaches. Its spaices. Soas for Boas and his woetour and hole, you can take a wuffler and jib it up a mast as far as it'll groan. I maland, man.
But eyes awash, I ddrainked more hmumblemist into my memberbrain than Chief Big Little added ballots in his chest after the Calvary boys got through to him. Drank? I wars fukdup!
You don't have to know no thing party well to kneau salt wartear and whizkey don't make a taste. Test, eat and see: I seed. But I wise hoping I could get the hopper due me, dewing her, and still pidginhole myself in Timbunk to greet some sleep.
"I feel tyred too, Buz Toat. Why do'nt-we take him t'dProfeysay's n pad him off."
"We llhaff treport anyway. We might z'well listen t'dFoil."
The woter stopped and we drave up on this big gouse. You never seen a hoose that bug, with a gatemain at the git of a long grinding rod, a wait odorman in a black swit who tokit Malmy's furls, and lid us up a mufflailed hullwey for a liddle pissage to a room witch warlock all mirror-plated but the bad. Bed, Jam!
Boses he hope hyde don't nead priversely to jeckle.
I say snow, as if he don't know I'm as fludy as a Drudi, and wouldn't divvy Mara's swimplush, spiffly when she all hounds to bait the hook. You gotabet I'll gither it in the altogeather with Bo Asts if it my only way to dather it.
But Bo, says my eyes looking aronde, haven't you getting some body to bodder with?
I taught I couldn't wait for you to asp, Chacaldbud.
He bendown and polupe a trapedoor in the wormwood-paintled flore, revealing a pegbig cofinular craxer-jazz box, widen which, wittled in wuud of shave links, swaft in cattin, extraodinarily bondoged in the laitish plasmaderm, leyd a gant pank bonehurd gineratedly-motorred Muffitoy, imperted from (urope) axuse me, oh I dun't rember dPlice, but rare doe. A fantastic instrawment!
It rusted on two shins, evereddy to idle a midal. It ad (curse I cud recarl it from the Citysun Piper) two wopfers, one wanging a lil lower ton the model-maced exhaust pipe, fitting to a battle, and Bo soming me he could holt them two wofpers which everwee he wanted, twist or twits ahem, and all you wood get idesby for your ugmy self-amuffment. It made Born fill grate, he mainteened. And I, on the strength of a verbal cummitmunch coold assume title control.
Meebo? I dont know how to drevel that range. Besides, I get to alma Maidma.
You? Wait a minute, limey finish. You gut to listen? Look on here, then tell Bo the shoot dent oozle. Lokiat it, Carcharlo! Ouououwhere cult you ever find any ding dipper? Did you pick at the underpineys? Chack it out, Chacababy. See them hiltburns? That's the hal way to cantrel your wanderwand to steer. Age? The Mufietone'll lust long as you got a mikkelorb and some silver.
But Boarsman, sesame, deadn't you noteus how me and Mamiel made itch other each? We got made together. We get and go a way backing up, my foots on the bottom bed steam. Boots, my man, you mukking loots of propoisol, I know, but I got tsay--
O dint dodat word! Hue know the endll trainspour and you'll crowl again, goating nowhere. Dont even sigh it nor you'lb blow this old scene and have to surfice in anno wander.
Na wonder you lucking so baittered, Charlcarl. You wap entidally too fresh with a negative offirmatetion. But lokit me! Old Bo Oasts paints his flatworking once a seascene, needed or not. Bo Ots buy himself a Painzerotomobile twice a year. You winner know how?
The answers in saying Yesee? Yain the Northest, y up en la Oeste, yeas in the Ease, Yazza in the Zouth. The bother word always sounds like new and you scrawling shibbery in the wiwilderrnus.
Beeswax as it melt, Boo, botht me n Malma want But you lit Maylma's match before, Chacolyte. You candled that egg in the store, watt-balbed it maniatime. So why don't you whip some new crankle? Wares your cents of avenger? Maalmaa? Stowe that beech Malma! Just let me mash my Moughytoy's movepacket and show you how she beeeeeee
Eeehhey, Bowman, she kindle high uppled, dain't she?
Eeeyes, now watch her close her tinchin, Carlcaman, and seeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
"Corebaby?" Maalma said. "How you get dhat Loack in yEyes?"
Outer my wave, Mamlam. Lalook at it gibble, loki it libble, wick it it gerdle! Biz, I see. Yesireeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeed.
Deadair I was, on my knoose and sliding into that Meurfìtoi boite and all in chumananuts flat out, in them Muffet pads painting and limbed, mack smackissing, digmity gundamned, on my kneessence going, feeling amuffingly leicen actor do in that grhatt big groom, and on toward impled dees, up her damny dighs, intwil--:
I look up above the filleness on the wuzzing head of my Muffitoy, and no teases phew! please, a camera lansing me through the meroar in the whalle, and behind that lunse, an Oincidental, watching me cloak time througe this aliciniumpleated woundway loking-glaser.
I a stud bacon my knees as indiggernaut as only a nugget man can. Hey! Man?
Hi, Chacaboy, come the voice from bierind the whaal. I'm Joh N. Chill. You war Unicle Chylie, io poisesome. How is that spiled? With an athetical K. likein Klang, or an S. as in Cicciccicyfy? The later, E.S.I.C. now. I joust want to get that for the cantracks. Now holed that pause a minuet befure you gong ahead. I want to chick my scrutter and scrapesheet. Now first, not withstaunching virious misfirtions you know, our intourviewerror put on my disk, not five dayrs ago an addequite afeat sheet concurring in fervor of your waycent waverate compliant. We've hid a directave about the hindling of your busical problame. We have also hard the voicighs of the lawly and pawndroden upon you. We licen tearter craving of the moither with the beebee at her brust. And tiw you, lot me seth this: Burn off brawn spirit. Humbo yoursives befewre the rule conforting us. The promiss by the filmders of the flinders to the fryers in the furfled paintry, faithing the flogity phorse of the fjorgatan flies . . .
"Scats, why nt-we try twhyke up Mr. Charcarls Ken n curry him by dProfessay s Lecturall?"
"He sure thave some Ting fo dDreamerboy."
. . . the fortunes of the feasting fellowkyries, beckoning the the fenways of the fratiwtical fangents . . .
"DProfesso llgo-Ogotemmeli him, llgive him some Copticade, n unfrizz hHide. N I bet he llstudy dhis Chapt's Langleash too."
"So you do'nthink he aSpilpigeon, Turb?"
"No. He just delairious. Might-he doeng alnknitiation. Hey, Chigro, walk up!"
. . . we heat the hook we hold entrussed as elf-relevant. . .
"Hey, Mr. Chalkhull, turn over n calm up. Cannt-you see no such Space z'dhat cdvhappen tshapen here. Not in dhis Whorld. Shake up n look at dCelestial-Grainery. You win New Afriquerque now, in aDizzyrt nummo dhan one mile Age from Dubwah City. Boss O'Din, Massa Tiwshirts, dheiRack, n dheiBoatormobile liftd only in Storeys. You drearmng about dim. Light up!"
"Hold on, Rabitt. He like tlook like he riffng out again. Mr. Cheegroar, lymph up!"
. . . No; for could we, we and you, ever run you so? . . .
"Do-I ear write which he sayd t me, Rabbah?"
"I heard curwreckd from dBegendng, Totle." !Kclilck! "Listen, you, dontslay down dhat Woord t'him o me o you. We mitt make you fly on Out again."
. . . No; for be it be not? . . .
"Even-Eye feel mSelf getng mad, Rabbit. Mr. Chigroo. Careful. You say dhat t'dhem n you llcharge dPatter. But sigh it t us n us llchange yPatent. You thank you hated bud wi Bo, Jay Chill n dMughitoy? We llsend you on areel Triavel dhi'Stem around. Nothing z'Rule'z dOnksowdentall, not by aPig's Teeth! How 'd-you luck wi Odds o'one Andread t'one?"
"Dhem nt-Odds, Turtle; dhem Adds!"
. . . Nnnn . . .
"But he stall at it, Rub. We llhave tsend him back throuorht fo Lesson-thurtyone n make dOdds five two wender wi. Mr. Chigger, you vblunder, beeboy. You got aLearn whow you talkng n when tsay whit, man. What, man? No, man. Soaree! Yes sayd dit t'me too thlow. Oilready I vbegin tshift mVoyace. But you llbob bub aGain. We cdntlet aHabbub dfifd on Fur ever, only fo waTerm aTime tpickcip dSpyrate by pinchng dSkein. In Side, out! Good-bye, man: Good-buy, man. Go odd buy Man. Go Wood, buy Man. Gold buy Man. MANIBE! GOLDIBE!