Oh, no!
Joyce took a moment to ponder Mr. Carps’s warning about the dreaded Equatorial Banana Peel, which lay on the floor between them. “Thank you for the warning!”…
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Joyce took a moment to ponder Mr. Carps’s warning about the dreaded Equatorial Banana Peel, which lay on the floor between them. “Thank you for the warning!”…
Across town, at her round kitchen table, Mildred sat up, taking about “Oh?”
It was at this point that Joyce’s cousin Chester Bufford opened the door to the room, and stuck his head in. Was he wearing a tuxedo, a ball gown, or nothing…
“Joyce! Look out for that banana peel on the floor in front of you!”: that’s what Mr. Carps said, both aloud and via his telepathic capability. It was so…
Overwhelmed by the cosmic implications of what had appeared to occur, Joyce turned toward Mr. Carps and began to walk slowly in his direction, her face…
Well, after that, the once-disinterested crowd was interested again. You can believe that! Jolted out of a stupefied state by the sound of her sister Shirley’s…
But perturbedness soon gave way to astonished gasps and the sound of newspaper photographers’ old-timey camera flashes going off. Though wobbling unsteadilly…
“Oh, no!” shrieked Joyce. Shirley was skidding across the floor atop the banana peel, vocalizing a panicked series of hoots not unlike those typically…
“I’m having so much fun!” screamed Shirley in those final seconds of antic motions before she stepped on that fateful banana peel. Who could have known what…