Dear Ruby and Penny,
Please accept my sincere apologies for leading Frankie astray. He is innocent of all charges, a mere victim of circumstance.
Here’s what happened …
After the game, we were feeling good and ready to take Chi-Town by storm. It was a warm night so I suggested we walk to the beach. Many of the boys are from out of town and had never seen the lake or skyline. I was so excited to share my hometown with my friends, but then we encountered this …
Ladies, it was a slap in the face. I have had other runs in with these discriminatory signs and enough was enough.
We ought to rip that sign down, shouted Wyatt.
They can’t keep us out, cried Booker Man.
Let’s pee on it, suggested Sarge.
It’s too high, sighed Thunder and Phantom.
Let’s not get crazy, reasoned Frankie. Why go where we are not wanted?
But then Alien pulled out his inter-galactic, neo-space paint and there was no going back …
The other dogs cheered me on. All, but Frankie – who kept saying he smelled trouble like 87 times.
Here’s my masterpiece. Please excuse the profanity, but I was caught up in the heat of the moment.
Just as I finished, I had an itch so I handed Frankie the paint. But then we heard the sirens and saw the flashing lights. I tried to grab the paint back from Frankie, but he froze like a deer in headlights.
The other dogs took off. Roo yelled something about the bunnies and George followed him.
Dear Phantom wanted to stay with us, but I begged him to save himself.
Sarge remained, but went unnoticed under the lampshade.
Anakin was passed out and was arrested by default.
Being from outer space, Alien is not subject to our laws. He tried his star wars best to scare the cops away, but it was no use – this is Chicago and they have seen everything!
This is the story, ladies. Frankie is innocent. And as for me, I took a stand and was taken down by da man.
And now dear friends, we will await our rescue - I think I hear Josie and Alien landing their spaceship on the roof and if I am not mistaken, I smell the magic sleeping gas concocted by Molly and her mom. Oh look, here comes Puddles and Maggie Mae with their mission impossible spy cake. Cheers to good friends!