Lefty had at long last caught up with Mullard. They were archenemies. the Face of Everyman defused the confrontation by inviting each to sign up for the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Saturday Night Fights. Grudge fights were usually billed just before the title matches. Personal quarrels worked the crowd into a frenzy; if there was one.
Edith was relentless. She harped all morning about how they had missed the Free Continental Breakfast at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. It seems that Mullard had failed to set the clock correctly for the new time. Hopefully in November he’d get it right. the Face of Everyman offered to enroll them in his “Rise an’ Shine” wake up service.
Mullard tried to appear nonchalant as he wore his new mail order suit. Guests at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa could hardly suppress their tittering. Who wore white after labor Day? the Face of Everyman suggested that the May Day parade would be a great time to wear that suit and dazzle those city slickers.
Mullard was enjoying the warm waters of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. He shared the bright morning sunlight with the Face of Everyman but such pleasures were not to last. Cheeky, the squirrel, wanted to play tag. For some inexplicable and ungodly reason Mullard was it. For now “M” sought refuge on a nearby chimney top.
As Cosmic forces swept the Earth, no place was more effected than the imaginary bird land known as the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Amateur scientists estimate that gravity momentarily increased ten-fold. Seen above in a clip from the security camera is Mullard, a local, unable to resist this force and escape. Even the Face of Everyman regretted the few extra pounds he had gained lately because of his new craving for pumpkin pie.
For the most part, the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was a happy and friendly place. One long standing feud occasionally surfaced. The animosity between Robespierre and Mullard went so far back in time that neither recalled how it had started. the Face of Everyman urged them to form a truce and “bury the hatchet”. The metaphor was lost on these determined foes.