A Moment of Clarity..

Three weekends out of each month,we get to have Little Newt all to ourselves!
Of course,he's The Lizzard King's little boy,and Mom O' LK's grandson,so quite naturally they get first dibs on the quality time.
This is as it should be.
But Newt and I are buddies,so a portion of the weekend is set aside for the two of us to engage in such mischief as is likely to occur whenever boys are left,unattended,to their own devices.

Much of our time together of late,has been spent marshaling our resources in an attempt to put a stop to the ever present 'Raptor' problem!
..damm things get worse every week.

Not to worry however,because young Newt is equipped with an armory of such state-of-the-art NERFological whizbangery necessary to dispatch the hordes of ravenous Raptors that have somehow managed to infest our house during his week long absence.
It's our job..
It's what we do...

We don't perform this vital public service for nothin' you understand.
We are mercenaries,after all..
Newt and I are compensated for our tireless efforts with great zip-lock bags, filled to the breach in Million-Dollar Bills!


Saturday last,between skirmishes,Newt relaxed on my bed and took an accounting of our well-earned bounty.

Sling: 'Hey Newt,..are you puttin' those bills in the proper order?'..

Newt: 'No..It's not real money'.

Sling:.. 'Oh,of course...How foolish of me'.

Newt: 'If I was gonna put it in the bank,I'd organize it myself,..because Bankers don't really like to organize'..

**!!!!!!!**

Surely,..there's a place for this level of insight in Congress..