hello nice reederz its dennis the vizsla dog hay my toor of suthern kalifornya with speshul gide “flat stanley” kontinyooz this week!!! after he trayded in his flatmobile for that 1932 duffeldorf or wotever its kalld at the kraftwerks myoozeum we now hav a sweet konvertibul to tayk up into the mowntins just like the last time i visitted the mithikal sitty of julian wich is of korse ware yoo kan git sum of the best pies ever!!! however we did not go in sertch of pies this time we went in sertch of gold chek it owt!!!
Our meerkat guide has proven an invaluable resource in our quest to locate the underground kingdom of the gophers. Now, following his lead, our goal is in reach; the Kingdom of the Gophers lies just ahead. What secrets will be revealed when we enter this fabled realm? Very soon, all will be revealed!
Now that I have finally returned to the Archeology Department after my long sojourn in deep space, I am at last able to return to my primary mission of ferreting out ancient secrets and uncovering hidden civilizations. My first task upon my return is to resume my long-idle quest to find the subterranean kingdom of the gophers, accompanied by my new graduate student assistant, a young tough named, appropriately enough, Mutt.
Now that I have gone beyond the Lost Backyard through Ivy Pass, I am beyond all reach of help. There are no food dishes here, no water bowls, no pig ears, no Nylabones. If I am to find the Lost Kong and return to civilization alive, all I can rely on are my own wits, here in the Kingdom of the Myoporum.
Now that I have learned that the Lost Kong can be found somewhere beyond the Side Walk, I know what I must do to find it. I must explore that vast savannah where stuffies go to die, where monstrous creatures burrow beneath the surface and great birds of prey soar high on thermals and huge flocks of crows blot out the sun. I must explore … the Lost Backyard.
Although I’ve tried to move on to other digs, other antiquities, the mystery of the Lost Kong continues to haunt me. Whispers have reached my ears that a prisoner in a local jail has claimed to have knowledge about where the raiders might have taken the prize they stole from the Temple of Krate. This may be the break I’ve been waiting for.