The New and Exciting Instalment of
THE ONGOING TALE OF THE INTREPID BOB BARRON!!!
::Bob Barron and Canadian Chick sped through the wildernesses of Mexico in the BobBarronmobile. In the four months since Canadian Chick had arrived in his detectives office they had travelled throughout America nad Canada in search of Zack Malibu. In those four months they had escaped fires, saved kittens and maybe even fallen in love. But even more probably not.::
BB: *sigh*
:: But Zack wasn't in either of those countries. Now they were working their way south, searching for clues::
CC: Ah! a clue!
:: Bob Barron and Canadian Chick pulled up outside a run-down (I can't spell delapidated. Sue me) gas station. Outside a fat man with a Mario 'tache was standing whistling happily to himself::
BB: This doesn't look like a clue.
CC: Shut up.
BB: Fuck off.
CC: I'll kick you in the dick, bitch.
BB: I wouldn't. My penis has amazing powers beyond the comprehension of anyone except Jesus, the pope, Gary Coleman, all the George Bushes, Fred Dineage, Dames, Gary Colemen, Stu
::Canadian Chick kicks Bob Barron square in the dick::
BB: I'll shut up then.
CC: Yeah, you knows it.
:: The Mexican gas station bloke approaches them::
Mexican: Excuse me, what's all of this commotion?
CC: He was being a dick.
BB: True. Who might you be sir?
Mexican: Well, folks round here call me Mexican Tom.
BB: Why do they call you Mexican Tom when you've blatantly got a French accent?
MT: I haven't got a French accent.
BB: I think you'll find you do.
CC: Do, he really hasn't.
BB: Oh. Which one's Mexico again?
CC: The one with the sombreros and tequila.
BB: Oh, right.
CC: Where did you think we were?
BB: The one with the penguins and ice.
CC: The Antartic?
BB: Yeah yeah yeah.
CC: Can you see any ice or penguins?
BB: Not here. I though that was all on the coast.
CC: We're on the coast. That's the Pacific over there.
BB: Oh.
MT: Is your friend retarded?
CC: He will be once I've finished with him.
MT: Ooooh, kinky!
CC: Ew.
BB: So, have you got any clues for us Tom?
MT: Mexican Tom.
BB: Mexican Tom.
MT: Say the whole thing.
BB: So, have you got any clues for us Mexican Tom?
MT: Clues you say?
BB: Yes I do.
MT: What about?
CC: Zack Malibu.
MT: Who?
BB: Geeky kid. Looks like he's on the run from the eighties.
MT: Ah. He went past here about three days back. I though he looked a bit gaffa taped ip for a willing passenger.
CC: A passenger? Who was he with?
MT: A short Peurto Rican looking kid with glasses.
CC&BB: DAMES! *GASP*
THE SAGA WILL BE CONTINUED ON A QUARTERLY BASIS. MAYBE.
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