Archives for the month of: November, 2016

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Today is Guy Fawkes, the day when the English celebrate a failed terrorist attack with fireworks. This is the only time when you can buy fire crackers in New Zealand. Unfortunately half the Dede population is sick. The animals are hiding in bed, shit scared of the noise. Of course people started to let of fireworks last night already and it will continue tonight. Strangely enough Top Dog was not cuddling up with all the others. I hear he was spotted in the supermarket stocking up on crackers to celebrate his big win next week.

 

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“Sorry, I have to burst your bubble” said Devil to Top Dog. “It is easy to bad mouth others, but delivering the goods is another story.”

“Hey, I’ve read the emails you’ve sent to the artist. Stay out of my way or you might join Alley Cat in prison!” barked Top Dog and walked away.

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It comes as no surprise that Top Dog elbowed his way onto the stage. He pushed Benevolent King to the side and shouted “for the last time, you idiots, when will you learn, only I can make Dedeland great again.” Everyone in the audience looked sheepishly at the floor. Only a thin voice asked “Isn’t Dedeland in trouble because of the likes of you?”

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Benevolent King called a general meeting, then climbed on the cupboard to address the assembly “I am very concerned about the Dedes. We once knew what our purpose – we had to keep the artist on the straight and narrow! I am afraid we are no longer this critical force we used to be. Instead we are now squabbling over minor issues and no longer look out for each other. Personally I believe Alley Cat has been put in jail unjustified.”

All the puppets looked sheepishly on the floor. No-one said anything. Only a thin voice asked “what is he on about?”

 

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Benevolent King does not like injustice. He had the strong inkling that something wasn’t right and decided to invervene “So tell me, my friend, what has Alley Cat done?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” answered the policeman truthfully. “I am an executive force. I just obey orders!” Before the king could ask who gave the orders, Bobby continued. “But I can tell you Alley Cat is a roamer, she is a gypsy. I am sure she is guilty. I didn’t catch an innocent one!”

Benevolent King swayed his head “yes, well, you have to believe that, otherwise you would get a serious professional crisis. But for me it is not good enough.”