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[at-l] "Puddin" Pack'in Parapackers

Thursday -Late Morning:

	To Milo Garcia it was more science than art as he shot one snack pack
after another over his head to the 50 parapackers that were following in a
long line behind.  The science was getting the right flavor to the right
parapacker and the art was not having to break stride as he climbed the
steep hill.

	Yes Milo was the MAN when it came to delivering a snack pack to its proper
destination.  "Mmmm - Mmmm!" Milo would shout out like some Bill Cosby with
a Mexican accent.

	"Slap" "slap, slap" went the parapackers large hands as they shot up to
catch the pummelling parapackets.  

	According to Milo's calculations, Little Juan would be walking in 32nd
position - so up went the mocha-fondue packed packet.  And another for Enzo
way, way back at the end.

	The parapackers each had a firm hold on their titanium mess spoons in
their left hands and would immediately pierce the tops of the puddin
packets as they squeezed the containers with the other hand.  

	With a great "squissssh" the fondue- fill would shoot into their open
mouths as the parapackers marched on.

Thursday Mid-Afternoon:

	Milo had arranged for the 5 parabuses to be parked safely at the road
crossing to transport the entourage into town for some much needed r and r.
 Milo got a good deal on the '67 VW microbuses back at Mel's German
Connection in Franklin, NC.   Mel immediately liked the little guys and
told Milo "he'd fix 'em buses up real nice for his scout troop!" 

	And there they were - 5 buses all lined up freshly painted with the two
tone khaki and white paint job.  And what ? there was Mel dressed up like a
parapacker with his bomber cap and polypro union suit stretched across his
big belly with the Mrs. in matching poly and both grinning from ear to ear.
 Mel and the Mrs. were holding a big banner that read, WELCOME SCOUTS !"

	10 parapackers piled into each of the 5 buses.   Mel, the Mrs,. and  Milo
each drove one while in the two others Enzo sat on Pedro's shoulders and
Little Juan well he just stood on the seat while Little Daryl worked the
pedals.

Thursday Early Evening:

	Larry "Matlock" Jones  thought he'd seen everything in his 30 years at the
"Lil Italian Pizzaway but he would believe  what would happen tonight.

	The 5 parabuses did a big "U - eeee" when Milo spotted the big flashing
all you can eat sign with the red glowing fondue bar at the Pizzaway. All
the buses pulled right up to the front door except Little Juan's. Little
Daryl pushed the gas pedal instead of the brake and the two tone bus went
straight into the flashing arrow sign.  "Sowwy Miwo ! '  said Little Juan
as he stuck his head out the safari window.

	Milo held the door as the 50 little men marched into the pizza way past
Larry Jones and right to the big wood grain food bar in the center of the
pizzaway.  The parapackers couldn't reach the AYCE bar and simply held
their plates up over their heads a Milo, Mel and the Mrs. scooped, spooned
and tonged their way around and around the big bar.  "More Fondue!" shouted
Larry as the big pot would quickly empty.

	Milo was now resting in his booth with Enzo, Pedro, Little Juan and the
Mrs. when the urge first came over him.  Maybe it was the lights, maybe it
was the hour or maybe it was the sight of the Mrs. in her Union suit that
put Milo in the mood to sing.  And sing he did as he suddenly went up and
grabbed the mic out of Larry's hand as he just finished saying "Doyle,
Warren Doyle,  Party of 24"

		"It's not unusual to go OUT with anyone!!   sang Milo as if he had become
Tom Jones.
	The parapackers all shouted " Dadada dada  da !"




The Bamaman AT '81   
David S. Severance
The Ossipee Mt. News
<http://www.conknet.com/~d_severance>

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