The Missing Misters, Part 1: The Misters Have Escaped!

The following is as accurate a translation as possible (while being complete conjecture) of the cries issuing from betwixt The Smee’s lips on the occasion of the mysterious 4-day disappearance of The Misters:

“Yo! Where you at?”

“Where my food at?”

“Get me some fresh water up in here!”

“Mi@*! [expletive deleted] pro’lly lost again! -- and I rubbed up against ‘em. Idiots!”

“I shoulda known when I saw them put on their serious shoes.”*

* see the (not-so) hilarious previous (read: tedious) post about (ha-ha) “serious” HA! shoes. Ha…

[Pull the plug. -- ed.]

White Out

Is Mister Smitty albino?

We asked The Misters.

“He white. Definitely.”

“Got them pink ears, too.”

(and a wee pink nose upside his face)

What color, gentlemen, are his eyes?

(“Who he talkin’ to?” “Us, yo.” “Oh!”)

“Yellow.”

“He’s got that cat’s eye thing, too: where the pupil is all weird, like a cat.”

“Yes. thank you, gentlemen.”

“Who you callin’ ‘gentle?’”

(“Shut up, yo.”)