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[Scattered Thumbs]

"Morning, Letch!" She sings out as she passes the painting on the wall. While the coffee brews, she starts making biscuits.

HEY! My name ain't Letcht!

I'm (spoken very fast) Pablo Miguel Jorge Alonzo Garcia Perez Canabarro Esteban de Montya  Balboa y Montalban. 
< Don't ask me to repeat this name, cause I won't remember it  >

But you can call me Gomez; Gomez Addams 

[Joyce (AnnieLee)]

Her hands pause as she kneads the dough. That name was spoken so quickly, she could not catch all of it.

"Ok... so, good morning, Pablo somethingsomething Cranberry somethingsomething Montalban! What do you prefer to be called?" Her fingers resume their work in the dough.

[Scattered Thumbs]

But you can call me Gomez; Gomez Addams 

[Joyce (AnnieLee)]

(Author's note: Grrr!! I didn't see that! Was someone editing their post when I wasn't looking, hmmmm?? The current avatar is below. )

[Joyce (AnnieLee)]

"Ok, Gomer."

She cuts out the biscuits and places them in the oven.

[Scattered Thumbs]

(Author's note: Grrr!! I didn't see that! Was someone editing their post when I wasn't looking,

<Author's note. Quien sabe? (spoken in a bad Spanish accent)  >

< Author's note too. It's an add on, yes, but done before you posted and before I changed the avatar. Cross my heart> 

[Scattered Thumbs]

"Ok, Gomer."

She cuts out the biscuits and places them in the oven.

Gomer? GOMER!?

Duh!

Ya know that's the same thing as homer? Dontcha? 

[Joyce (AnnieLee)]

Gomer? GOMER!?

Duh!

Ya know that's the same thing as homer? Dontcha? 

"Well," she replies as she mixes eggs for omelettes, "Since Homer wrote The Iliad and The Odyssey, you should be proud to share his name, Gomer!

"D'oh!" She exclaims as an eggshell drops into the mixture and she bows her head to pick it out.

[Joyce (AnnieLee)]

"He did so!"

She takes the biscuits out of the oven and tosses down the dishtowel, stomping upstairs to her cupola. A few minutes later, she comes back with a pair of books in her hands. Reaching the painting, she shows the covers of the books to the wall.

"See that? It says HOMER right on the covers. I bought these books from that traveling salesman who stopped by here a while back. I think his name was Fortysomething. Anyway. Homer wrote these books!"

She thwaps the wall on his forehead with The Iliad, then goes back to making the omelettes.

"And I never heard of any Mr. Simpson, unless you are talking about that man in Georgia who ran off with Mr. Bouvier's daughter."

[Scattered Thumbs]

"And I never heard of any Mr. Simpson, unless you are talking about that man in Georgia who ran off with Mr. Bouvier's daughter."

Could be. Is her first name Marjorie?

[Joyce (AnnieLee)]

"It could have been. I just heard about it from some cousins who live there. They said she had some very, very strange older twin sisters."

[Scattered Thumbs]

"He did so!"


She thwaps the wall on his forehead with The Iliad, then goes back to making the omelettes.

Now I have an headache. I think I'll have a soothing hand massage

[Scattered Thumbs]

It could have been. I just heard about it from some cousins who live there. They said she had some very, very strange older twin sisters.

That's the one. 

[Delmonico]

Smoke is coming from down by the river where thehired man is now burning and scraping the inside of the large cottonwood log.  Delmonico goes into the kitchen caring what looks like a very large fishook that has been straightened, complete with a large barb. 

He ignores the FFg talking to the wall where the painting used to be and makes some samwhiches for him and the boat builder.   One the way to the cottonwood log he spots a nice Ash sapling and cuts it down.

[litl rooster]

litl rooster watches as Del and his hired man work on the cottonwood boat...He wonders what type of venture he his getting into now. Del did you know....ah never mind if you didn't you'll find out soon enuff.

[Delmonico]

Delmonico and the hired man finish the boat and usin' a jug of Trinity's Korn, the launch it.  The hired man sails it and Demonico gets to the front of the boat with his harpoon tied to a rope.  He hollors, "Thar she blows as they head down the Dismal."

[Capt. Hamp Cox]

Thinkin' there was sumthin in front of 'em, what pore ol' near sited Delmonico was seein' was a big geyser of water, spewin' up through a knot hole he'd overlooked when he was 'posed to be checkin for places what might let in water. 

[Delmonico]

Diggin' in his pocket he drags out a pack of Beeman Chewing Gum, poppin' a piece in his mouth he chews and plugs the whole hole.   On down the Dismal he heads, looking fer that white whale.

<Authors note: I got a whole case of Beeman gum, the oldest gum in the world, and I don't mean a display case, but a whole case of display cases. >

[Capt. Hamp Cox]

Major C., refreshed and clearheaded after the soothing foot bath of the previous evening, wanders outside and down to the edge of the Dismal just in time to see what appeared to be Delmonico and the hired man poling and paddling off on what looks like a big piece of driftwood.  Pulling out his spyglass, he is able to determine that it is, in fact, a hollowed out log boat, ridin mighty low in the bow, where Dellmonico is foolhardily standing up and waving a long pole with a metal point on it.  Being the astute undercover Cosie Regulation Service (CRS) agent that he prides himself in being, he thinks to himself, "There's something might fishy goin' on here, I wouldn't be at all 'prised if they was goin' frog giggin', but on second thought, that's a mighty heavy frog gig, and some mighty deep water for froggin.  Reckon they's any sturgeon in them waters?  That's a whale of big spear he's got.   I better find some place where I can send a report back to CRS HQ.  Heck with that, I ain't been fishin in a long time.  Maybe if I can catch up to 'em, they'll let me go along. Heck, maybe I can even bum some gum from 'em.  HEY, DELMONICO AND HIRED GUY, WAIT UP FOR ME.  I WANNA GO WITH YOU. "

[Trinity]

Meanwhile, Trinity has returned from town with a keg of nails, a keg of freshly brewed beer and a ladle.  Since Slim will be busy with the birth of child number forty-two, Trinity decided to pick up some lumber while in town too. 

The sounds of a happy Trinity could be heard all over the yard.  As time progressed, Trinity sang louder and became less coherent.