CHAPTER 4
Sunlight trickled down through the cluster of five storey buildings. Car horns beeped, traffic whizzed by and the hot dog stand steamed its smell into the air.
“Do you think I could get a hot dog first?” asked With, “I’m starving.”
“Only if you buy one for me,” replied Lee.
“I could put it on expenses?”
“For such a small amount? Anyway I doubt the hot dog vendor would have a receipt book.”
“Hey Mack,” interrupted the hot dog vendor, “stop chewing the fat and chew a hot dog instead.”
“Do you sell chewable fat?” inquired Lee.
“Why I oughtta…” said the vendor as he lifted his hand up in a mock threatening pose.
“Can I have two hot dogs please,” asked With, “and two colas.”
“Regular, cherry, chewy, diet, mint, strawberry or caffeine free?”
“They make caffeine free hot dogs?”
“No, I meant the cola, which flavour do ya want?”
“Er, caffeine free and a diet please.”
“I bet the diet is for you isn’t it porky.”
“Well…” huffed With.
The vendor put a caffeine free and a diet cola on top of the onion lid. He then slopped a hot dog into a bun and smeared onions on the top then gave it to With who passed it to Lee, “Musical buns,” said the vendor, then, “Nice weather we’re having?”
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The Detective One
Science FictionThe Fifth book in the Arth Series. Arthur and the rest are cooped up in the cowboy/detective dimension. Mr. White-not-Black has been murdered and they must find the culprit. Yes it is supposed to be funny.
