Now that Mable was back she was full of ideas for their new endevor, she had done seen on the you tube that you could wrap trout and other types of road kill in aluminum foil and cook them on the radiator so she allowed it was time to get out the sawed off shotgun and go out on a groundhawg hunt!
Mable done already knowed how to groundhawg hunt so she’s thinken this is going to be a sinch. Things were going good at D.A.C.D. until someone drove in with half of a car they had just done bought from Crayg – the other part fell off in the holler. Apparently superglue don’t hold too good on metal. Crayg was about to shit himself when Maynard came up with a plan: they was gonna take some of Mable’s groundhawg & skunk gravy that next morning and use that to piece that hunk o shit back together.
Mable liked to claim her groundhawg & skunk gravy was right up there with her homemade ‘shine when it came to cooking up a mess of shit to eat, but that gravy usually turnt out so thick TanNeyNey would hafta sneak in the kitchen when Mable weren’t lookin and throw some water on that gravy – just like they always did when company was comin’.
So the next morning when Mable cooked up her some fried Spam sammiches loaded with mayo and a quart of prune juice (to loosen up the good ol stoole) she commenced to gettin her ass in gear to make the gravy to try and piece the car together cause they’d be out about $30 big ones if they didn’t fix the car dumb ass Crayg tried to superglue so Mable took all four of her teeth out and tightened up her girdle and stirred that gravy like she was tryin to win a prize.
She allowed the sooner she got that gravy stirred up and that pack of gloutanneous hogs she calls family set down to eat, the sooner they’d get the hell on out of there. So they headed out the house and got down to the median where they had been sellin the hoopty cars and ripping folks off. When they got there Rafael from the city was there and told them that the median was city property and you just couldn’t sell shit from the median, they was beside themselves cause they knew them millions of dollars they was gonna make was comin to an end yet again. So, Maynard E. done got fired up pissed off and commenced to hollering about Slicklizzard, Ala could kiss his hairy red pimpled cottage cheese looking ass goodbye. They packed up all their carnie stuff tied all they cars to the carnie trailers with a rope and rode they asses out of Slicklizzard, Ala with their middle fingers a flyin. But they all still have that gleam in their eyes about their next business plan or it could have been where they smoked a bunch of pot before, who knows.