The Patio, AZ—The sun beat down between the clouds in Flagstaff as Bone asked the team, “So what are we going to do now that our cameraman is leaving? We did the video thing, but what’s next? I was thinking maybe we could raise alligators and tattoo Discord logos onto them.”
Zano looked confused, so Bone elaborated. “Then we can release them randomly and when they attack people on those reality shows we’ll get a lot of free publicity.”
“Now you’re thinking, Bone! But I can’t believe Greg is leaving. I still had ninety more skits I wanted him to film while he was living in my kitchen.”
“He was living in your kitchen?”
“Yeah, well I made him cook a lot so it seemed appropriate.”
“Well that prick totally betrayed us.” Ballz grumbled.
“You know I’m sitting right here,” Greg said.
“Oh yeah, I forgot you’re not leaving until next week.”
The waitress asked, “So, are you really all sharing one Taco? It’s happy hour so they’re only two bucks.”
“That’s all we got. Mr. Winslow said switching to WordPress broke our budget this month,” said Zano.
“So last month we had a good budget?” asked Ballz. “Dude, last month we could have each had a two dollar taco.”
“Um, guys,” interrupted the waitress. “And are you really dividing one happy hour tequila between all four of you?”
Bone looked annoyed, “No, nom if course not….Cokie’s coming, so five ways.”
Greg shook his head, “Maybe you guys should focus on just getting your message out there…you know, once you get one.”
“Yeah, there’s that.” Bone said while stuffing the one-point-seven inches of taco into his face. A fly landed on it so he bit quickly as he needed the extra protein.
“Bone’s right, what about this summer? What’s next?” asked Ballz.
“We could insert robotic mind control devices into Greg and make him stay,” Bone suggested.
“Too expensive,” said Zano. “I already looked into that.”
“I am going to be the program manager of Radio Free Flagstaff in a couple of months,” said Ballz.
“Radio?!” repeated Bone. “We really have hit rock bottom.”
“No…that’s in Peoria,” said Zano.
“Hi guys!” said Cokie, slipping into a chair. “Someone promised me a fifth of tequila.”
“Yeah, a fifth of a well shot of happy hour tequila. But Zano already drank it.”
It was then that a shadow fell over the mismatched quartet. Looking up, they gasped as they saw that a giant crawdad riding on the back of a flying Migo, or maybe it was a Migo riding a crawdad. Will our heroes survive?! Will they figure out something to do this summer? Will Greg ever actually get around to leaving Flagstaff? Will Zano tell him where he hid the car keys? All these question will be answered if we remember what they were.
To Be Continued!