I received a most urgent message from my good pal, Tank, as follows;
THIS IS AN URGENT MESSAGE FOR MANGO. EMERGENCY SITUATION. DOG DOWN. I REPEAT... DOG DOWN. DOZER, COOP & DOTTIE IN DIRE NEED OF AMMO. HELP ASAP. OVER & OUT.
What could I do? What happened to Pee-Wee's suds freedom train?
Sadly, the little guy never made it further west than Lake Chochituate where he apparently smashed the Suds Freedom Train in order to fulfill his insatiable need to be wet.
Most fortuitously it was just at this moment that I received some much needed intel from the Lacie Beast. It seems that during her undercover work, she had been able to suss out where the squirrels kept their secret hidey hole.
I will say that those squirrels must not be the brightest in the bunch because even in disguise, that screechie voice is difficult to mistake for anything other than a beast. Oh well, guess it worked.
Unbeknowest to me, I had used the secret squirrel hidey hole to do my large and seemingly endless business during my stay in Georgia.
All that remained was for the ever vigilant short legged corgi dogs to keep watch until the squirrels were in their heretofore secret hole.
Once secured, Cooper was assigned sentry duty lest they once again escape.
And you know, those squirrels aren't all bad, I mean look at these two little guys playing bitey face. Awwww.... maybe they can be rehabilitated and made into productive members of society.
Mango Man! Oh yeah!