Grok grok grok. Th’ school distric’ aroun’ here is so stoopid. They wanna name th’ new high school some dum name like Reconnaissance High er sumthin’. grok grok. T’ reflec’ th’ innavational program (er, whatever that means) that’s s’posed t’ be in there. grok grok.

rok grok. I think they oughtta name it Skunk High, after all th’ pore li’l skunks that got ‘dozed outta their homes so th’ stoopid distric’ c’d build th’ big boondoggle. grok grok.

Frok frok grok. ‘n’ all o’ us atha-letes (Ima jumper, yaknow) c’d be th’ Mighty Fightin’ Amphibians! Y’know, lotsa pore li’l ol’ froggies los’ their homes too. Graaaawwwk-sniff Grokka. 😥 ‘n’ just think o’ th’ beeyootyful frog-green uny-forms we c’d wear! Grok grok. GO FROGGIES!! GROKKgrokgrokGROK!

Grok grok grok. I’magonna take over this stoopid ol’ blahg today. Grok grok.

Boyami glad t’ get back t’ th’ Planet today. I’ve been stuck in th’ ol’ green Honda w’ pore ol’ Softy Beanbag all afternoon. Aunt Mouse hadta go backta Kalamamalakazoo (grok, I always get lost spellin’ that) today ‘n’ th’ ol’ bag threw me in th’ car too. ‘n’ I didn’ think we’d ever get th’ ol’ growler outta there. He was rummagin’ aroun’ Aunt Mouse’s room, tryin’ t’ put her stuff away fer her ‘n’ pickin’ th’ lock on th’ bathroom door ‘n’ then he was sniffin’ aroun’ down th’ hall t’ see if there was any whiskey aroun’ there that he could cadge.

‘n’ Aunt Mouse is roomin’ w’ Lairi th’ Rake this year, so Lairi’s parents were there too ‘n’ that meant that th’ ol’ witch ‘n’ Lairi’s moom hadta do all kinds o’ gossipin’ ‘n’ chit chat. Grok grok grok grok GROK! ‘n’ THEN, Aunt Mouse ‘n’ th’ ol’ bag wen’ over t’ Liz K’s apartmen’ ‘n’ got th’ yarn hamper ‘n’, o’ all things, *Liz K’s* moom was there, so there was a whole bunch MORE gossipin’ ‘n’ chit chat ‘n’ stuff. ‘n’ sumthin’ abou’ poison frogs, o’ all things! Grok-YEEK!

At least we got that beeyootiful green dresser outta Liz K’s apartmen’ along w’ th’ yarn hamper. Canya believe it? Th’ ol’ witch tried t’ akshully foist that loverly piece o’ furnitcher off on Karen! Karen didn’ want anything t’ do w’ it. She said she wouldn’ keep it unless we painted it purple! Canya believe it? Er, akshully, purple is jus’ abou’ as good a color as green. I have a li’l bit o’ it abou’ th’ eyes myself!

Fin’ly, we were in Aunt Mouse’s room ‘n’ a bunch o’ those silly li’l blonde twits like th’ ol’ bag useta be (hee hee hee) started squealin’ at each other down th’ hall. “Susie!!” “Peggy!!” “I missedya so much!” “Ooh, talk a li’l slower!” “Squeak!” “Squeal!” Sheesh, it hurt my pore li’l ol’ frog ears. Th’ ol’ bag growled, “Le’s get outta here!” ‘n’ dragged the ol’ grumper down th’ stairs ‘n’ inta th’ crummy ol’ green honda ‘n’ we were home in pretty short order, w’ a stop at th’ liqwire store on th’ way. Grokgrok grokGROK!