Dorpoplog Weebo

" Merky ! Merky ! Merky !, " I yelled, gesturing strenuously at the weebo standing in the panashaponk.

He looked at me blankly, as if I was entirely out of bounds. It's hopeless. You can't tell a weebo anything.

" How many times must I say ' Merky ! ' ?, " I cried.

He shook his head wearily and headed up the panashaponk, grabbing dorpoplogs from his happasoop and flinging them haphazardly into people's oopadoops, instead of onto the merky.

I must have spent at least ten minutes looking for my dorpoplog in the oopadoops.

Just back from counting cloosilla in the dangerous Freeb of Flip, I decided to treat myself to a ronk of radoosifa and happily sprang for the glong of gibbica needed to kabloop a spart.

" Tall, Grande or Fibbilsplash ?, " asked the jolly Mippes.

" Fibbilsplash !, " I said, not wanting to skimp on radoosifa at such a time.

" One Fibbilsplash radoosifa, comming up !," repeated the Mippes.

I think I over did it, though. It was late in the afternoon and all the ploopisflonk kept me up all night.