duck walk in the middle of Seneca Street as the fuzz were in hot pusuit.  Oh balls, cried the Mayor what will I do now?  If only Joe Dubois were here at least he'd have a cold one waiting for me. As the bus made a quick left onto Park Ave the windows on the van were opened and it appeared that there was a wild

dash of board members rushing home to their computers to contribute to this story.  Lizard seemed confused, shouting "Where the hell is everybody?"  At that very moment, Kathy Readman and Sue Sochan

arrived selling girlscout cookies. They were very excited about a new variety this year,cookies with a secret ingrediant. No one new what the secret ingrediant was but they were selling like hotcakes. Dennis bought a box and started eating. Within minutes he was

comatose and leaking fluid from every orfice in his body.  Ozzie happened to be passing by, took one look and exclaimed "Hey look,  Sponge Bob Dennis!" Great costume, man. You'll knock em dead at the Halloween party. Knowing better, a horrified Mike "Mod" Artessa took time out from polishing his paisely Gucci's to order a hit on Sochan & Readman. The contract landed on the desk of the dreaded lord high executioner, Gary "Gump" Campanie, who passed it along to his best triggerman....

Deadeye Ted Hanifin who along with his #1 assasin, the tall, quiet but deadly Lenny VandenHeuvel were known as the "Oneida Enforcers"  For this contract, Gary had picked the wrong team, for Ted had connections with Sue going back to his days as an altar boy at St Joe's and Lenny, like his shorter and not so quiet younger brother Bob also thought Kathy was part of the famous Campbell soup twins.  As ruthless as they were, Ted and Lenny couldn't carry out the hit  and instead bought a couple of Garys turkey calls, to keep him happy.  As everyone sat around eating special girl scout cookies and listening to Tim Thomas and the Polka Dots, the serenity was interrupted by Bruce Wright who demanded

use of the newly remodeled bathroom.  Bruce sat there thinking I don't know what they put in those cookies,but I sure wish I did'nt eat them.  Meanwhile as Bruce sat there groaning and rocking he came up with an idea on how to make a good stool softner by using them there cookies.  Bruce yelled for help as a new wave of

stomach cramps doubled him over nose to toes as Ann came running to his rescue. She came to an abrupt halt however, as soon as she burst into the room.  It was like running into a wall of skunks stacked three deep and twelve high. Ann immediately gagged, stiffened up and passed out on the floor.  Dave Smith, who had also heard the desperate plea for aid and was following in Ann's wake, saw what happened and took the precaution of donning his protective head gear of flattened Genesee cans riveted together. He knew he was out of his element and over matched so didn't even try to go any closer than he was already. Instead, he put a call out for the Bates Ave Bombers as this situation appeared to be something they might be familiar with. Within 15 minutes, the Bombermobile rolled up and out came....

Larry Carello with his new book, "Bates Hotel Bombers", a mixture of fact. fiction and legend which he was hoping to make into a movie and was about to hold auditions as he  was very eager to cast the part of Norman, which he was hoping would go to Oneidas  "Psycho", none other than

 KONG

Kong my ass Dubois replied the Pitman will clear the air once and for all.  Joe ran for his can of freshener and started spraying as a weird thought came to his mind.  My oh my this is better than lighting farts any day.  Meanwhile The class of 69 babes decided it was time for a good old fashion

game of hop scotch while twirling hula hoops and spinning batons as a demented form of homage to Kong.  Herbert was pleased, as one of the last "Knights of Newt Gingrich" he felt it was his sacred duty to keep women of the world occupied with foolish and anachronistic rites.  As Herbert smiled watching the banal activities, another more sinister set of eyes was also watching.  As Herbert the Kong blared Elvis Presley, Fabian and Ricky Nelson tunes on his Kong Box the women of the class of 69 began to shriek hysterically as they continued their frantic hula hoop, baton twirling, hopping dervish when suddenly the boom box wars began in earnest as Tim T's "Lighthouse Blues Polka" began to play and Kathy R , PamZ and Sue S began dancing the hula hoop polka.  It looked like Tim might be able to rescue the women from the clutches of Kong, when a third boom box began blaring, "Staying Alive"  Tim thought he had a chance to defeat Kong but now he also had to face

the core four of the world champion Bronx Bombers. (no relation to those "other" bombers)

Way to go Yankees !