Posts Tagged ‘To Fetch A Thief’

Monkey in TO FETCH A THIEF

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July 1st, 2015 Posted 8:00 am

B. Stover was puzzled by a reference in yesterday’s post to a monkey scene in TO FETCH A THIEF. Yes, a puzzle for sure, seeing as there is no such scene. But a baboon plays a role:

I ran onto the loading dock. Still some light left and I could see Peanut clearly. She was on the ground, walking toward the perp’s old – what was the word? – jalopy. That was it. She walked over to the jalopy, lifted one of her huge round feet and stomped down, crushing the whole front end. Why? I had no idea, but I liked it, liked it a whole lot. Then Peanut raised her trunk high and blew a beautiful trumpeting sound up toward the darkening sky. I loved that trumpeting sound – as good as Roy Eldridge or better – and was hoping for more, when the baboon blew right by me with a whoosh of air, flew out into the night and disappeared from view, although not before I saw that he had the sombrero.

I jumped down onto the ground and went over to Peanut. This was the Peanut Case, meaning she was my responsibility. First I had to get her attention. That probably meant waiting until she’d finished crushing the jalopy’s back end. It didn’t take long.

 

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Friend of the Month Reminder

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June 30th, 2015 Posted 7:49 am

Last day of the month already? That means it’s time for the reminder. You can be Chet’s Friend of the Month over here – https://www.facebook.com/ChetTheDog. Just upload a photo! Human companion gets a signed and paw-printed copy of the latest C&B, and the Friend is up there for the whole month. Is this more fun than a barrel of monkeys? Possibly, if we really imagine what a barrel of monkeys would be like. (Although didn’t a monkey play a fun walk-on role in TO FETCH A THIEF?)

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Chetspeak on Sunday

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May 17th, 2015 Posted 8:25 am

We left the big top, went past the ticket booth and took a little walk around the fairgrounds, me and Bernie. Were we going anyplace special? I didn’t know, but I never turned down the chance for a walk. Soon we came to one of those places for throwing baseballs at milk bottles. We’d been to one before, me, Bernie, Suzie. The guy running it – tattoos all over his face, I never like that in a human – told us to get the hell out of there and never come back. By that time Bernie had won too many stuffed animals to carry, but why anyone would want even one was beyond me.

– from TO FETCH A THIEF.

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Chetspeak on Sunday

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March 2nd, 2015 Posted 8:49 am

Even though it’s Monday! Rebels ‘R Us.

Back on the road, Bernie said, “Shot in the dark, Chet. Boozers working in close proximity – they tend to find each other.”

A shot? Hadn’t heard one, not at the cemetery, not since the Chang case, in fact. The Chang case: a nightmare, but the food! Another story for later. I yawned a nice big yawn, the kind that sometimes catches my lip over a tooth, and by the time I got everything straightened out, whatever I’d been worrying about was gone. Why worry anyway? I had Bernie.

– from TO FETCH A THIEF.

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