Chapter ten
One might think what peanut butter, a rabid goat with mystical monkey powers, a girl named Yolanda, and a goddess named Artemis have to do with one another. Add in a guy named Dilbert and another god named Apollo and it gets even more interesting. Adding the Morai in would be almost unspeakable, and after that... well, we must go there. After that is my dear friend Reverend Bluejeans. He was once an excellent pair of jeans, but due to an accident with a young man named Mr. Black, he is now old, bedraggled, and well... glued together. Now, what does he have to do with the story? Well, he is Morgan's friend who was convinced to act on his behalf, for awhile.
When Dilbert walked onto the sidewalk near the Washington Monument, he did not expect to see a pair of blue jeans so plainly in sight. Even if they were bedraggled, one did not see many chairs with blue jeans sitting on them in the middle of the sidewalk many places. But that was just the sight that greeted Dilbert's eyes as he walked up to the Washington Monument. And not only that, but the blue jeans appeared to be talking. To him.
"Hello young fellow. My name is... well, that's not important, is it? Did you get my peanut butter?" Dilbert held up the jar of crunchy peanut butter that he had gone out and bought this morning. "Very good. And my water?" Dilbert held that up, too. "Now, set them down, there you go." As soon as both items were set down in a safe area, Morgan, on top of the Monument, let his mystical monkey powers take over.
One might think what peanut butter, a rabid goat with mystical monkey powers, a girl named Yolanda, and a goddess named Artemis have to do with one another. Add in a guy named Dilbert and another god named Apollo and it gets even more interesting. Adding the Morai in would be almost unspeakable, and after that... well, we must go there. After that is my dear friend Reverend Bluejeans. He was once an excellent pair of jeans, but due to an accident with a young man named Mr. Black, he is now old, bedraggled, and well... glued together. Now, what does he have to do with the story? Well, he is Morgan's friend who was convinced to act on his behalf, for awhile.
When Dilbert walked onto the sidewalk near the Washington Monument, he did not expect to see a pair of blue jeans so plainly in sight. Even if they were bedraggled, one did not see many chairs with blue jeans sitting on them in the middle of the sidewalk many places. But that was just the sight that greeted Dilbert's eyes as he walked up to the Washington Monument. And not only that, but the blue jeans appeared to be talking. To him.
"Hello young fellow. My name is... well, that's not important, is it? Did you get my peanut butter?" Dilbert held up the jar of crunchy peanut butter that he had gone out and bought this morning. "Very good. And my water?" Dilbert held that up, too. "Now, set them down, there you go." As soon as both items were set down in a safe area, Morgan, on top of the Monument, let his mystical monkey powers take over.