Another adventure of... Bobba Joe Moe Blow Schmoe, Private Toe He was waiting for me when I opened the door to my office. I should have smelled him before I came in.
Eduardo, alias "The Elephant," one of the leading citizens of Banana Land's underworld. "Hello, Duckface," I said. "Hello yerself," he grumbled. "Long time no see." "Ya," I said, "You miss me, Duckface?" "Call me that one more time and everyone'll be missing ya - permanently!" "That made me shake so hard I can hardly think. How about a little drink, Duckface?" I said, as I poured a
couple of shots of booze and handed him one. "What brings you around this part of town?
They fumigate your neighborhood?" "Real smart, Mr. Big Shot Private Toe. Go ahead and crack wise, and you'll miss out on a hot tip."
He tossed off the shot and wiped his green mouth with the back of his sleeve.
"There's a big case for you. We want you to find something that was... lost." "Oh?" I asked slowly, "Who lost what?" "Never mind who," he said, "Somebody real pink." "And just what did this pink person lose?" I asked. The Elephant smiled quietly. "A monkey," he said with a polka-dotted grin, "A little monkey.
And there's big money in it for ya." There wasn't any need to guess who anymore. There could only be one person who would lose
a little monkey, and she was pink, alright. As pink as a llama, and twice as purple. "No thanks, Duckface, there's not enough money in the world to make me take that case." "I was afraid you might say that. Get him, Lefty..." He growled. I turned, but I was too pink. Lefty must have had a sap on him. Elephants seemed to explode all around me,
my head felt like a blue duck, then everything went black.
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