What time is it?.....It's Crankster Time !
Billie Rae and Nadine are saddlin' up the Dodge and heading south for warmer climes. What should be an unobtrusive, if even noticed event is actually akin to a giant flashing blue light special. The white trailer is gone! It's an internationally recognized sign among mouth breathers everywhere.
What it means can be reduced to simple, easy to understand crankster terms:
Mommy's gone, it's okay to be bad!
Cranksters everywhere on the mountain breathe a sigh of relief as their 'visit' can now last several minutes instead of the previously required 'mere seconds'
All in all, it is panning out to be a banner weekend for ScuttBoy. He's no doubt getting out the blue coveralls, and gassin' up the weed-whacker........giddy with anticipation when he hears the truck rumble up the hill late Sunday. That's true crankster time! Time to dash heroically to the side yard, multiple trimming/'handyman' sundries adorned on his 'work' belt. There to be SEEN working! Working! Singlehandedly keeping the foxtail and urbania in check, as Mommy and Daddy pull into the driveway. Brave, proud, dutiful ScuttBoy! So 'handy' to have around. Mommy will be so very proud.
But alas, that time is not here. Mommy and Daddy will be away for a couple of days. Days that will find ScuttBoy safely ensconed in his darkened mountain hideaway. Afraid of the light. Relegated to sneaking about in the dark where he believes he isn't seen. His world is crumbling slowly. The mean neighbors make 'rude' comments to his only friends. They seem to imply (in front of him no less) that he, ScuttBoy isn't the 'Master RanchHand' he's made himself out to be.
Will it ever end?
What it means can be reduced to simple, easy to understand crankster terms:
Mommy's gone, it's okay to be bad!
Cranksters everywhere on the mountain breathe a sigh of relief as their 'visit' can now last several minutes instead of the previously required 'mere seconds'
All in all, it is panning out to be a banner weekend for ScuttBoy. He's no doubt getting out the blue coveralls, and gassin' up the weed-whacker........giddy with anticipation when he hears the truck rumble up the hill late Sunday. That's true crankster time! Time to dash heroically to the side yard, multiple trimming/'handyman' sundries adorned on his 'work' belt. There to be SEEN working! Working! Singlehandedly keeping the foxtail and urbania in check, as Mommy and Daddy pull into the driveway. Brave, proud, dutiful ScuttBoy! So 'handy' to have around. Mommy will be so very proud.
But alas, that time is not here. Mommy and Daddy will be away for a couple of days. Days that will find ScuttBoy safely ensconed in his darkened mountain hideaway. Afraid of the light. Relegated to sneaking about in the dark where he believes he isn't seen. His world is crumbling slowly. The mean neighbors make 'rude' comments to his only friends. They seem to imply (in front of him no less) that he, ScuttBoy isn't the 'Master RanchHand' he's made himself out to be.
Will it ever end?
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