Someone, lawrd-only-knows-who, thought it would be cute to dump not one, but two plastic boxes of trash right on the green lawn of the Utica Parks Conservancy. This prize-winning behavior would make Oscar the Grouch blush.
For littering on the lawn of GreenUtica, I hereby award this muppet the Golden Moron Award. Just be sure to recycle it for the next nominee.
“You have a wake to attend.” Undead Greg Schneissder tells his lover, the communal narcadoodle and bog-witch known as Bernadette Moran Cacca.
“What?”
“There’s some dude out there photographing a dead bird.”
“Oh that’s that millionaire from Kankakee.”
“Millionaires in Kank? They exist?”
“Well yeah, duh! His name is Mack, he owns some debt collection firm there.”
“We should start a band called The Dead Fledglings,” the undead sociopath suggests, before waking into a wall.
“That’s so uncouth!” Bernadette’s ringer starts playing a GG Allin Medley.
“Hi Mom! I see you got my Craptocoins! I just mined them fresh myself!” Bernie flushes the toilet.
“Bernadette, take YOUR shower!” the shapeshifting humanoid turkey vulture demands.
“Mom?”
“C’mon, we’re going on a little outing.”
“Where?”
“It will be a surprise.”
“I’m very busy burning the poops from last night’s port-a-potty job, raising money for the Manteno Optimal Club this weekend, and devouring unsuspecting gentleman callers next time I go to my swamp.”
“Get him out!” “Get him out!” Carla screams at the baseball game.
“Mom?”
“That didn’t even dawn on me. How about you and I take a little break, have some mother-daughter time, maybe we can do each other’s pedicures?”
“Eeeeew!”
“Don’t talk to me in that tone of voice!”
“Stop squawking at me!”
“No-wrong!”
“We always get into fights because you find that one thing about me to complain about.”
“You’re too sensitive, honey.” Carla gaslights.
“I have this awesome piano gig at the Manteno Cantina tonight. Wanna come see me play?”
“I know, I know, I know. So you’re not coming with me?”
“Yeah…no. That’s my final answer.”
“You mommy will miss you.”
“Good. Go have fun! Gotta run, because I got the runs!”
Bernadette hangs up her smell phone and flushes her washroom toilet again.
Carla of course calls Bernadette right back and leaves a voicemail:
“DON’T YOU HANG UP ON ME AGAIN! FINE! I will fly out to Groom Lake without YOU. We have all been wondering where your Aunt Sonya went but I guess you don’t care. When I find her, I will tell her how YOU mistreated me, and how little you’ve cared about her since she left town. You aunt cares an awful lot about you. And I love you an awful lot. Bye honey.”
Bernadette sees that she has one new voicemail from her mother, and immediately deletes it without listening. Then she poops.
Visions of vacationing in the desert by the lake, fill Carla’s grandiose head, devoid of vision. Lighthouses greet the boats passing in the night, scores of grey aliens cheer outside their ships of the space kind and wave at Ms. Moran, as she approaches the gate of the Dreamland ranch.
The next morning, Carla flies out from Indiana and Southwest toward Nevada, taking breaks to circle around with other vultures in the thermals to rest her wings. They land in Dulce, New Mexico helping themselves to a freshly dead cow, taking the back entrance and chowing down on as much carrion as they can after exiting. Within minutes, they fly away to some trees in the next town over to clean off their outstretched wings.
Carla then flies solo up toward Nevada looking for her Groom Lake vacation spot. Confused by the lack of water, beaches and boats, she stops at a diner in Rachel to ask directions.
“Dry Lake? What the heck is that?”
Disappointed by the lack of water in the Nye County surrounding area, Carla flies toward Homey Air Force Base to find her long lost sister Sonya where she was rumored to have last been seen.
Tired of flapping her wings, Carla walks over to the gate. Signs reading “No drones,” “Photograhy Prohibited,” and “Warning: US Military installation. Unauthorized entry strictly forbidden” are plain to see. She struts over to the guard shack and demands to be let in.
“Ma’am, did you read the sign?”
“My sister is locked inside and I need to rescue her.”
“Do you have ID, ma’am?”
“I have no idea where in there she is, no.”
“Do you have a driver’s license? Passport? Military identification?”
“Come here. COME HERE! I need to show you something.”
“If you don’t have proper identification, I will deny you entry.”
“I am Carla Moran. You DO know my sister, Sonya Moran, do you not?”
The camo dude just laughs.
“If you don’t leave the premises, I am going to have to call police.”
“OK! OK! OK! OK! OK! OK! OK! OK! OK! OK! OK! OK! OK!”
“Back out the way you came, and head out. Where did you come from and where are you heading?”
“Inside to see my sister.”
“Alright, I’m calling police.”
Within a half hour, the sheriff shows up and take Ms. Moran into custody, issues her a $640 citation, and sends her home.
“Oh my god, my mom’s on TV! Wooooo! Look at this, JB!”
“What’s that honey?” her second-favorite lover Mr. Powers asks. Bernadette’s husband Peppi is out on another port-o-dump run.
Bernie points at the TV and spits out her beer.
“Indiana woman with ties to Kankakee County arrested for — get this — trying to break into Area 51. Reporter Elena Ess is on the scene.”
Bernadette giggles like a giddy child on Christmas and grabs another bottle.
Every year on September 31, Kankakee debt collection firm Credit Recovery Associates (CRASS) wants staff to bring their parents in to have fun at their team-building events like the Medicine Pronouncing Contest, Browser Loading Race and Bill-Collector Speed Dating.
Collections Team Leader Sybil Kibble brought her ma JoAnn to enjoy learning how to bother people on the phone to ask for money they likely do not even owe, and her mother took 3rd prize in the CRASS Idol singing competition. Sybil took last place because her mouth was full of dog bones while she tried to belt a tune.
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Be sure to store your Wally Green’s debit card in your spring-loaded Wallyt!
Oh and ladies, I am single and ready to mingle! Tell me your sign and I will tell you about the time my distant ancestors once owned the deed to Manhattan only to be stolen by pirates!
– Walter Augustine Green
Kankakee’s newest Credit Recovery Associates (CRASS) debt collector, member of “The Haggs” band and humanoid veggie Demanda Broccoli runs around the office asking her co-workers to sniff her feet.
“Get back to your cubicle, now!” Team Leader Sybil Kibble commands.
Demanda goes back to her cube, but not on the phones. When Sybil isn’t looking, she walks over to the supervisor cube, and scrawls on her marker-board, “I love Damien Hurlbutt!“
“No! Get back to your workstation and on the phones! Now!”
“OK-OK-OK-OK-OK” she snarks. Then she runs over to the executive suite and rips a fart that would make Bernadette Cacca envious.
“Did someone light a stinkbomb?” CRASS Controller Konrad Teirant asks.
Sybil Kibble spies her loose subordinate, grabs her by the crown and hauls her back to her seat.
“This is your final warning. Do some work. That’s why we pay you to come in. You DO want money, right?”
“Oh, that’s how it works…”
Sybil just shakes her head and walks away as Ms. Broccoli dons her headset.
“Credit Recovery Associates, Demanda.”
“Hi, this is Bernadette Cacca. Can I pay my bill in craptocoins? I just mined them myself…
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“Come here, I need to show you something…” shapeshifting humanoid turkey vulture Carla Moran hisses from the atop her daughter Bernadette M. Cacca’s Manteno home where she is busy playing kazoo pop covers as she burns the port-a-potty waste in her washroom.
“I’m busy.” Bernadette begins to play harder/faster/bigger/stronger into her toy instrument.
“Bernadette, I have some projects for you to do!”
“I’m all pooped out.”
The vulture takes flight and makes air donuts around the Caccas’ property.
“I’ll smack some sense into you if you don’t—”
“BOOOM!”
Carla’s extra-long, pointy beak slams into a tree, creating a large crack in its bark, tail-feathers shaking as the creepy craptor wiggles her entire body around trying to break free from her own self-imposed prison.
That poor tree.
Coming soon to the corner of Wally and Green’s! What kinda crap is Kankakee ladies’ man, barfly and wacky inventor Wally Green cooking up now?
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Introducing the new mobile phone plan from Wally Green’s! Exclusive to our stores, WallyMobile offers unlimited talk/text, a super-hard to navigate touch-screen, and plenty of not-so-yummy tracking cookies to slow your phone while consuming your data! Apply today! Be sure to pay for it using your Wally Green’s credit card as we do not accept Craptocoin.
MyDoucheBag
These extra, extra-plopsy bags are made from recycled douche and rusty canoes. With more pockets than you’ll ever need, these bags are specially designed to make sure you lose your stuff! Wally’s patented CrapStraps will be sure to tangle and strangle the wearer. Buy one get one half off (but never free)!
ScrewyLid
Are your tumbler lids too easy to take off and put back on? Try Wally’s new ScrewyLid! Using the same design our adult-proof pill-bottle lids, you will be sure you lose your top! Screw it back on, but ohhh, it’s stuck half-way again. Pick one up at Wally Green’s on the corner nearest you! Three for $7.00! (Must buy three)
Throw-a-Fit Blankets
Do you get frustrated trying to keep your fitted sheets on the bed? Now, throw a fit, every time you try to fit this throw onto your bed, only for it to fling right off. You might as well throw it away.
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