Chicken Scratch

Happy Cinco de Mayo!!

Buk-AAAWK!!!

Me and my little bear buddy are down here in Tijuana, trying to find a cheap onyx chess set, and maybe a few worms in a bottle of firewater. PARTY!!!!!!

Seriously, I don't got a clue what this Cinco de Mayo is all about, but if it means "party till your tail feathers hurt", I'm in!

This is one scary town though, I hafta say. We crossed a bridge to get here, and lemme tell ya, some of the locals were looking at me like I was edible, or sumthin'. We had to hustle into the closest Cantina, and settle into this here sombrero. MUCH friendlier...

Buk-AAAWK!!!

Fuzzy here has already lost his lunch, after chewing too many dingle-balls off the sombrero. They ain't grapes, you lunkhead!! Sheesh, the crap I put up with, not having a valid driver's licence for the next three months...

We are having some communication problems. The senoritas here ain't so fluent in English. I've been tryin' to impress a few with my Foghorn Leghorn impressions, but all I get is blank stares. I say, I say boy....

Oh well, we're warm, we're richer than Donald Trump down here with twenty-seven bucks Canadian between us, so watch out, amigos!! Charlie's gonna cha-cha with a cucharacha!!!

Buk-AAWK!!

Cluck for now!!