“The Great War” Part 9
Grandaffy dressed in a pink cloak exhorted the Elf Troops to stand firm and hold thar ground. But with each fresh attack our Boys were slowly pushed back. Meanwhile our Communications Headquarters was desperately firing telegraphs to your Toy Factory. Implorin’ ye for aerial assistance. Now why you had decided to take Mrs Klause during…
“The Great War” Part 8
Finally the exhausted threesome arrived at their destination. They stood at the base of an enormous Volcano. The craggy dormant mountain towered into the cloudy heavens. There was a big sign that read: “Great Anus of Doom Volcano.” Visitors Welcome. Volcano Park Hours 10 am – 5 pm. Do not litter. Hewitt Putter reached into…
“The Great War” Part 7
Yessir, there shore was havoc in Elf Land goin’ on – while I was busy postin’ my flyers. Many of the enemy had already managed to cross the border despite our boys settin’ up a defensive perimeter led by Grandaffy himself. Armed with weapons – platoons of evil doers were causin’ all kinds of mischief…
“The Great War” Part 6
Meanwhile back at home – I had decided to enlist. Since I viewed it as my “Patriotic Duty” to do whatever I could to protect my Country. The Militia Enlistment Board thought I was to durn old to fight. Can you imagine that? I was only twelve hundredt years pupped. My Pappy, Walter Brennan Treewanker,…
“The Great War” Part 4
Well, I’m shore ya’ll will be glad to hear that the gators didn’t eat Mister Putter. And their trip downriver was idyllic. No one’s bothered them – so the Gnomes and Hewitt gotta a chance to rest a bit. They were assisted by a big fish that was harnessed to the raft to tow ’em.…
“The Great War” Part 3
Now before the Gnomes had gone a few steps towards their unknown destination, they run into this scrawny Human kid who wore huge bifocals. The kid identified himself as Hewitt Putter, who happened to be on Summer Vacation from some Magicky School in lands far away. “I’m gonna be your guide, Dudes,” he said squintin’…