|Gus and the MinuteBun Ballistic Cawwot.|
|Gus moves in to quickly disarm the Ballistic Cawwot.|
|The cawwot is all safe now.|
Good Evening, Everybun!
"Your chart says you're doing much better, Mr. Hoomin, that you even made a new friend! And how is the Pineapple doing?" asked Mr. Spressos with a polite smile. He went on, "The orderlies say you're very kind to it."
The hoomin winced. Yes, he was kind to the Pineapple. Every time he would pass by, he asked the Pineapple how it was doing. He replanted it, and the Pineapple was growing nicely into its new home. It sprouted fresh leaves, so it had to be doing fairly well.
"This two-headed hurricane lumbering toward Louisiana, is that your doing?" the hoomin tried to change the subject.
"What's that, Mr. Hoomin? The cicadas, I couldn't hear you over the cicadas!" evaded Mr. Spresos.
If Spressos told the truth, of course, he would have to drown the hoomin. But the hoomin knew better; the flooding would continue until certain ideas sink in.
Good Night and Good Luck!