The Chicken Bone squad had arrived at Nyar's house. Someone had alerted them of a possible chicken bone incident, and the squad did not take these things lightly.
Mike eyed his good friend Bifidus nervously as they approached the door. "What's the problem now Mike?" Bifidus asked impatiently.
"Look Biffy, I just get a bit touchy sometimes. You keep on letting evil spirits take over your body when we check out chicken bone incidents, and it's hard to maintain an easygoing working relationship when you do."
This made Bifidus stop before bashing the door down. He thought for a moment, and then just as suddenly stopped thinking. "Mike, I promise you, I won't let any more evil spirits take over my body during work hours. Ok?"
"Ok Biffy, I'm sorry I brought it up," said Mike uncertainly.
The two members of the squad bashed the door down, and pushed a flowerpot over after that because they didn't cause quite as much damage as they hoped they would. When Mike saw that the ceramic flowerpot hadn't quite smashed, he picked it up and threw it forcefully to the ground sending bits and pieces flying everywhere. Bifidus giggled with the glee of someone watching something being broken.
Once inside they quickly located Gus, after stuffing their noses with flowerpot dirt due to the awful smell coming from somewhere. Gus lay on his back, and a big chicken bone protruded from his mouth.
"My God....It's a thigh bone!" shouted Mike. Bifidus knelt over Gus and opened his chicken bone identification book.
"You're right. A thigh bone, the most tasty and deadly bone of them all," Bifidus confirmed.
At that moment a wisp of wispy spiritual stuff started wisping from the bin. It made it's way to Bifidus, and found a suitable entry point. Bifidus stiffened.
"Biff? What's the matter Biff? Oh...no..."
From outside the house a scream could be heard echoing in the night. "You promised Biff! Yoooou Promised!! Damn you Biffy!"
The train slowed down, then sped up a bit, then slowed down, stopped, and fell to pieces. It had arrived in the Bahamas.
The lady with earlobes the size of watermelons was nowhere to be seen, she had jumped off and run after a squirrel close to the end of the journey. It's a little known fact that the race of people with funny earlobes, who came from who knows where, could not resist a good squirrel chase when the opportunity presented itself.
Mustache lady started dragging David Bowie's dead body around again. She ducked down and stuffed it under a rock however when she spotted Iggy Pop departing a train and dragging John Lennon's dead body behind him.
"My God," she thought to herself, "He got the earlier train, and he's going to make it before I do!"
She also spotted MbBlenzy, he was putting a funny hat on himself and had a xylophone under his arm.
"Somebody else's God, perhaps Allah," she thought to herself, "He thinks he's David Bowie, and he's going to try and perform at the concert!"
She also spotted one of the stalls selling merchandise.
"The totality of the Universe which an atheist might substitute for God," she thought to herself, "They're trying to flog poorly made T-shirts for $45!"
Everything did not appear as if it was falling into place. In fact, it seemed like it was rising and flying about with gay abandon. She got hold of her dead body of David Bowie once again and started dragging it, all the while keeping an eye on both Iggy and MbBlenzy.
Iggy seemed to know what he was up to. He headed straight for the backstage entrance. MbBlenzy however didn't have a clue what he was up to. He headed straight for the merchandise stands and shortly thereafter had squandered his life savings on a T-shirt and mug.
"I'll give you twenty bucks for that dead body of David Bowie," a concertgoer piped up after spotting Mustache Lady and David Bowie's dead body.
"Hey! It's my overweight cat, not David's dead body. And even if it was David's dead body, it wouldn't be for sale, those things are collector's items." Mustache lady snapped back. The concertgoer prodded the body with a stick, seemed unconvinced, but eventually strolled away to buy some more $80 per cup beer.
Meanwhile Mustache Lady edged her way closer and closer to the backstage entrance.
Malone, Malony and Nedi had finally patched up the hole in the afterlife and had made their way back to the original exit. They were just poking their head out of McKenzie's water tank when they saw something which mildly surprised them.
"Look out!" McKenzie yelled at all three. "It's the Moon!"
Sure enough, right behind Father McKenzie was the Moon which was gathering speed on it's roll down Mt Everest. Before any of them had time to blink it had hit them in the eye.
"This feels nothing like a pizza pie!" screamed Nedi as all three were squashed along with McKenzie's precious water tank.
"We're squashed!" shouted Malone somehow. The Moon continued to roll in it's relentless pursuit of McKenzie. He sped past the Seven-Eleven and couldn't help but notice Hitler's eyes bug out as he poked his head around the corner.
"Mein Gott! The Moon!" he shouted, somehow mixing English and German together in an unusual way. All the despotic rulers in the Seven-Eleven started to panic and run around flailing their arms. The Moon simply rolled over the Seven-Eleven and crushed the lot of them.
McKenzie could hear many cries of "We're Squashed!" coming from the Seven-Eleven as he continued running from the celestial body. He had to think of something quick, or else he'd be running from the Moon all his life just as he had from that fat girl who wanted to tickle him.
There was only one thing he could possibly try. Zen. "Why tell animals living in the water to drink!?" he yelled at the Moon. No good, it kept on rolling after him.
"Where do we come from? What are we? Where are we going!?" he tried. No good.
"What happens to the hole when the cheese is gone!?" he shouted in an overly exasperated fashion. Suddenly the Moon slowed, and then stopped.
The Moon became engrossed in the cheese question. Actually, any question to do with cheese would have fascinated it, but this one was a doozy. Lost in an everlasting spiral of meditative contemplation, the Moon became one with everything.
TO BE CONTINUED...
I like flowers, puppies and KITTENS!