Sneaky Smitty and the Case of the Disappearing Stuffs!

Mister Smitty is on the case!

Like Cindy Lou Who (who was a handful at two) The Smitty stops the Grinch-like Misters as they abscond with evermore stuffs and lug them to their burgeoning truck.

“Hol’ up! Where you think you’re going? That’s got my smell on it.”

The Smitty quickly resmells the new arrangement (now missing this or that chair, pillow, shelf of books) in order to restake his coordinates. With every loss, he has to keep redrawing his olfactory maps.

The packing of each truckload is carefully supervised by The Smee, who climbs and clambers over the inventory before giving the OK to depart.

Ars Longa, Smitty Brevis

Mister Smitty appreciates art!

Ever since the latest triptych from Smudge’s mom arrived, The Smee has planted hisself in front of its central panel and stared it down.

“Mister, The Smitty is contemplating the triptych’s mysterious three-in-oneness.”

“Tru dat.”

“Until he hears a sound and then the fascination is broken.”

“Which means he favors Performance or Kinetic art over the more traditional forms.”

“Word.”