Part Seventy One
Who Has Goldoons?
"Yeah! Let's put all our money in the
scale!" shouted the voice in a whiny attempt to sound like
Turf.
"Hey!" shouted Turf as barking echoed
through the caves.
"Shush!" shushed the voice. The barking
stopped.
"I used my last Goldoon already," whined
Corky nostalgically.
"I think the Sneaky Guy is holding out on
us," decided Turf.
"Sneaky Guy, put your Goldoons on the
scale," patrioted Harry. "Our young hero has an excellent
idea."
"Get Rocko's Goldoons," helped Dade,
pointing over to where Rocko and Buster were doing very important
and exciting things to, I mean, with each other and so couldn't be
bothered to help out with this sudden mysterious puzzle.
"We need to pool our Goldoons," demanded
Harry who had no Goldoons to pool so it was no money out of his gay
purse.
"I just met you. You're not getting my Goldoons,"
thieved the Sneaky Guy mistrustfully (and rightly so, probably!).
"They don't have to pay now but they aren't
going to get any treasure later either," explained Harry.
"You're the sneaky guy, not the untrusting guy." Harry
seemed to think there was a difference.
"I am sneaky guy, not trusting guy,"
rambled Dade thinking, like Harry, that Roller Players were one
dimensional. And all of them (Rocko and Buster too!) proving it in
every line! What jerks!
72. Does Anybody Have Goldoons?
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