Don’t Fence Me In

Mouse: “Chaplin, are you familiar with the term ‘fence’ … ?”
Chaplin: “Of course. Lulu complains about the fence all the time. She says it keeps her from chasing the squirrels that live on the hillside.”

Mouse: “That’s a different kind of fence. The ‘fence’ I’m referring to is someone who traffics in stolen goods, like you’re trying to do.”
Chaplin: “I’m hardly trafficking. For one thing, I havent got a car. Anyway, all I’m going to do is bring them to Mama and get fish skins for them.”
Mouse: “Yes, that’s sort of what a fence would do. But whoever brought you these items is not going to be happy if you trade them for fish skins.”
Chaplin: “Why not? I’ll give them their 20% of the fish skins, just like I promised. I’m not some kind of crook.”
Mouse: “I’m sure you’re very trustworthy. But the sort of shady characters who use fences will be expecting money, not fish skins.”
Chaplin: “Fish skins are better than money. They smell better. They taste better. They’re crunchier.”
Spicoli: “Actually, dude, coins are pretty crunchy too.”

Chaplin: “When and why were you trying to eat coins? And what happened afterwards?”
Spicoli: “Well I’ll tell you …”
Mouse: “Oh please don’t.”

18 thoughts on “Don’t Fence Me In

  1. Well, we wouldn’t mind at all if our cut were fishskins. We love them. But Chaplin, it may be time to come up with another plan.

    Woos – Lightning, Misty, and Timber

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