"We must find Dusty, Hangman! I've searched all his regular haunts -- the Candy Store, the Malt Shoppe, the Daisy BB gun Emporium -- to no avail! Let's take a look in this Escherian Quonset hut.
"Washington's wig! It's a Nazi tank factory--here, on Florida Avenue! And over there, captive, and forced to wear one of those Stanley Marcus's skin-tight, Rosie the Riveter style outfits suggested by the War Production Board's regulation L-85, just like I read about in McCall's-- it's Joan Crawford! The fiends!
"She's being held in one of those new-fangled necklace fitters. And good gravy--! They've capture Kilroy!!!
"Okay, Hangman, here's the plan: we move to--
"Hangman?
"Dang it, Hangman, where are--? Ah, jeez, he's dropping from the catwalk. Alright, then, we'll just wing it. Lord, how I miss Dusty!"
Oh Shield...we ALL miss Dusty. And I can barely even see your magnifent thighs!
ReplyDeleteOn the other hand, Joan Crawford is a step up from Madonna.
Hangman only ever has one plan: KICK ASS AND TAKE NAMES!
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