By Molly Halloran
From Episode 16:
“Well then,” Hanssen smiled, “Get your ‘big a’ up there and check it out. We gotta squash this bug.”
Jay, Boomer, Daisy and the Codger were outside of Silverthorn’s Café that evening enjoying their last “Danger Bay Collectible Mugs oforganically & shade-grown, fair –trade, Danger Bay-blend decaffeinated coffee (they no longer desired the effects of the full-tilt caffeinated version to get their remaining synapses synapting), when they observed a mighty strange sight—for Danger Bay, at least.
A long midnight blue limo pulled up to the café and parked across at least three parking spots. A very large man struggled out of the back of the car. Boomer Jack, observing the fellow, thought out loud: “That guy has just about the biggest a…”
“Boomer,” Jay cut him off, and admonished, “You’re the guy who constantly says not to judge a person by his appearance!”
“Curmudgeon!” the Codger happily chimed in, “I told you Boomer was a closet-curmudgeon.”
“Bow-Woooo!” Daisy bayed, adding her opinion.
“Et-tu Daisy?” Boomer smiled in defeat, “We’d better get back to the Real World and get some sleep—we gotta blog post to write.”
And so they did. Allen “Big A” Stanley Simpson lumbered up on the boardwalk, causing the boards to creak under his 350 pound mass, and entered the café. He thought that when people called him “Big A” they meant “Big Al,” he was mistaken.
Hiram Silverthorne and Medlar Farkleberry were at the counter as Simpson entered. He joined them at the counter. After the usual “Hi, how are ya’s” Simpson got to the point of his visit: “Any of you guys know anything about this Sparrow Big Lake Cruise Company?”
“Wal sure,” Medlar answered, “best thing ta happen here in this town in years!”
“That’s true,” Hiram added, “They asked for nothing but space on the pier, they get their food stores from the general store, their liquid refreshments from ‘swigs,’ they’ve added to our tax base, and they all patronize this café. We all seem to be benefiting.”
“Yup” Lar chimed in, “an they get their fuel an’ other boat supplies from our chandlery.”
“What if I were to offer you a better deal?” Simpson asked, and then added, “I’m with Big Lake Cruises, and we’re looking for a more northerly base for our cruiser, Viking Explorer.”
“Don’t know if there’s enough room on th’ pier fer another boat,” Lar said.
“Not a problem,” Simpson smiled, “We’d want an exclusive deal—let me explain.”
And so he did…
TO BE CONTINUED…