WANTED DEAD OR ALIVE: CRAB LOUIS LE ROUX THE FIFTH

WANTED

 

DEAD OR ALIVE

 

 

DO NOT ATTEMPT TO CAPTURE

 

THIS CRUSTACEAN

 

ON YOUR OWN

 

CRAB LOUIS LE ROUX V

 

IS SHARP AND DANGEROUS!

 

 



CRAB LOUIE V! THE LOST LOUIE V MANUSCRIPT!

The end of this tale is right here in one of these stacks.....

It's around here somewhere....

I'll find it....

Ah, here it is....

CH 3: DID HE BITE YOUR THUMBS, OTIS?

Everyone liked him. Henry Merci was a Jack-of-all-trades.  He was a gondolier, a puppeteer, mime, messenger, water taxi pilot, a ventriloquist and a fisherman.  He was a wharf waif.  His parents had worked the rides at the pier arcade until one day they went to the public library to look up something and they were never seen again.
 
Henry was always there for anyone in need, eager to return the kindness so many had shown him after the abrupt and mysterious loss of his parents.
 
There was a commotion in the kitchen of 101 CRABS JAZZ CLUB.  Henry excused himself from the elderly couple in the gondola he had just moored and rushed to see what was the matter. Henry knew sign language and it appeared his deaf friend Otis was in some sort of trouble.
 
There was quite a lot of clattering and several serious sounding thuds. When Henry opened the back screen door of the kitchen, a peculiar looking crab with blood on its tattooed paw blasted between Henry's feet and right out the door like a hockey puck.
 
Otis had trouble telling the score in sign language because he was wrapping a dish towel tightly around his bloody thumbs.
 
"Did he bite your thumbs, Otis?!  Did he bite your thumbs?!"  Henry was outraged.  Otis nodded.  Without hesitation Henry was after the creature who had injured and insulted his friend.

~ To Be Continued ~ 

FROM DAME JE MARSHALL PRODUCTIONS, THE STORY OF A BAD CRAB

"I'm a lonely little petunia in an onion patch..." the little girl sang like Doris Day as they sat on the windowsill and watched the people stroll on the pier below.

"Mercy! What nonsense! Now you are being silly! When have you ever been alone or experienced loneliness?  Marinate me at once!  I have had a shock! More wine!"  Louie Le Roux motioned with his claw for Petunia to pour more champagne into the bedpan.  She complied.  He sighed with relief and spit a little on the windowpane, as is a crab's habit.