We gots us a brand-new resident named Rudy Bonaparte. Rudy's in the process of refurbishing that beat-up old trailer in space #19. Them refurbishing activities has left quite a few nails and screws and whatnot in the driveway out in front of the trailer, so be sure to swing extra wide when you're driving past space #19. You don't want to pop none of your tires by running over a great big nail.

Unless you see a spaceship, you ain't gonna see no spacemen. That's a good thing to keep in mind next time you all get the urge to say, "Take me to your leader," in a commanding voice to someone in a HazMat suit. Don't think of the HazMat guys as Martians. Think of 'em more like janitors in space-age janitor moonsuits that the city sends in to clean up blowed-up meth labs.

If you see anything on fire in the trailer park and your car is between the entrance and the fire, please go out and move your car farther down the driveway. Thataway, the fire trucks don't have to squeeze past your car to get to whatever is burning.

You can't sue management for damage to your vehicle resulting from interpark medieval warfare. However, YOU can be sued for any damage you do with your vehicle, just like any other American citizen. So please try to drive safely down the driveway while in the trailer park.

Speaking of the driveway, DO NOT lead a parade of cop lights into Tinbox Acres. The driveway dead-ends at the duckpond. If you turn around there at the end and see twinkly cop lights, you ain't gonna be leaving in YOUR vehicle. Let's all keep this in mind when the urge to "run home" hits us, okay?

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