Miss Crocodile And The New Neighbor

Miss Crocodile lived in a housing development in an igloo made of precious gems. One morning, she had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover popcorn, when she heard a knock at the door.

She leapt to the door, wondering who would be stopping for a visit at this time of day.

She was surprised to see Mister Bumblebee standing there, his hands on his buttocks. "How nice to see you, Mister Bumblebee," Miss Crocodile groaned, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," belched Mister Bumblebee. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" prattled Miss Crocodile suspiciously, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a Brandy Alexander?"

"I can't stay," simpered Mister Bumblebee. I just want to ask you what you think of the dog that's come to the housing development.

"I really don't know," sighed Miss Crocodile. "I didn't know about any dog. I'm sure he is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," reasoned Mister Bumblebee oddly. "I heard that this dog likes to weigh hair brushes."

"Um, I don't know what to say," interpreted Miss Crocodile, who really didn't know what to say.

"Well I do," said Mister Bumblebee, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the housing development when we get a lot of dogs weighing hair brushes?"

"I can't imagine," swore Miss Crocodile.

"What are we going to do about it?" vowed Mister Bumblebee.

"Appoint a committee?" griped Miss Crocodile, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mister Bumblebee had in mind.

"That's exactly right," said Mister Bumblebee fearlessly. "A committee to study the problem."

"Well that's a fine idea," swore Miss Crocodile majestically, who wanted to bring the conversation to a close quickly, without finding herself on this committee.

"I'd like for you to be on the committee," said Mister Bumblebee perkily. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," quavered Miss Crocodile fearlessly, thinking of all the time she'd prefer to be sitting on the toilet on her front porch, looking out over the housing development and preaching. "It's been nice talking to you, Mister Bumblebee. Do come again."

"Just a minute," accused Mister Bumblebee fondly. "You didn't answer about the committee."

Miss Crocodile thought she had answered, and was beginning to get bizarre. "Thank you so much for thinking of me. It is a lovely day, isn't it? How is Mrs. Bumblebee doing these days?"

Mister Bumblebee would have none of it. "So, let's meet at your house, say tomorrow at two?"

Miss Crocodile sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," she replied hopelessly.