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Police responding to Tinbox Acres to notify us of Jingo's death were surprised to find Jingo alive and well and living in a camper parked next to his old blowed-up trailer in space #99. It seems they had just left Buzzards Trailertopia, where they investigated a dead midget. The cops just naturally thought he was our midget, since the deceased was wearing a mall-elf uniform. Everyone at Buzzards figures it's one of Santa's elfs who fell out of the sleigh during a practice run.

 

 

Welcome Wagon Willy got released from jail just in time to watch the object of his obsession walk down the aisle with his arch-nemesis, Marshal Arvin. Amazingly enough, Willy did not end up riding out in the backseat cage of a cruiser this time.

 

 

Dot's new husband Tod got picked up for vagrancy a couple times before the cops figured out he's got a home now. It seems the cops were used to picking Tod up every week or two just to shower him off and get a hot meal or two in him. It ain't necessary for them to do that no more.

 

 

Even though the dead mall elf that fell out of the sky onto Buzzards wasn't our midget Jingo, the cops still figure Tinbox Acres is behind the death and ain't ruling us out just yet. So as far as the cops or anyone at Buzzards knows, that combination catapult launch/funeral didn't happen.

 

 

Kevroy Gordon got a restraining order against his ex-old-lady, Loopy. Somehow Loopy found out where Kevroy was living. It's suspected she simply hung out at his construction jobsite and followed him home. Loopy already violated that restraining order once, and got hauled away from Kevroy's trailer by the cops.

 

 

Police responding to a report of reckless mayhem and criminal negligence and flagrant endangerment found Fatty Daddy selling innertube rides down the driveway and into the duckpond after the big rainstorm. That was the same big rainstorm that took out our power with that big lightning bolt. It seems it ain't exactly illegal to go cashing in on a act of God. Fatty Daddy was merely cashing in on the three-foot-deep raging river running down our driveway. And that raging driveway river was provided by the Good Lord Himself. No arrests were made.

 

 


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