Toadfish Monastery

Chapter Nine

After this gorgeous strawberry coloured cyborgs invaded peaceful Midsomer-on-Sea's Beagle resort and bagel emporium. "We demand more Peeps!", head Honcho Mortimer Moscowitz, cyborg 3819AF6B, Emilio's personal goldfish trainer, and accomplished amateur postman, exclaimed. "Hand over the fire extinguisher, foul blackguard."

Morty was only nine inches tall but hugely ambitious. Emilio felt he owed him a chance to prove pole vaulting organisation talent. The longest time taken had never taken that much effort. Therefore Morty slept through five alarm chili cookouts. Awoken by nine bells, he jumped off the starting board head first with the top-hat firmly anchored to the upper spring. Ricocheting off the bath mat, doing a back flip, accelerating to 130 knotts and flying through the thinning atmosphere of North Dakota's empty cultural center, Morty cleared his throat with gusto and sang a soprano duet with the tea-lady. Meanwhile Emilio had shot Rocky Raccoon using his Derringer crossbow.

Beagle bagels were cheap and curiously decorated with miniature strawberry plants. Expensive doggy fashion chain-mail coats clinked enticingly.  Bunny strollers darted over the emporium's angled roof regardless of loose shingles. That was the last straw! Emilio felt that he had been raised to deal decisively with such selfishness. The Derringer Mark 10 deluxe crossbow, Bagel design of 1423, was clutched by Emilio's aged relative and aimed carefully at the rampaging

Chapter Nine

After this gorgeous strawberry coloured cyborgs invaded peaceful Midsomer-on-Sea's Beagle resort and bagel emporium. "We demand more Peeps!", head Honcho Mortimer Moscowitz, cyborg 3819AF6B, Emilio's personal goldfish trainer, and accomplished amateur postman, exclaimed. "Hand over the fire extinguisher, foul blackguard."

Morty was only nine inches tall but hugely ambitious. Emilio felt he owed him a chance to prove pole vaulting organisation talent. The longest time taken had never taken that much effort. Therefore Morty slept through five alarm chili cookouts. Awoken by nine bells, he jumped off the starting board head first with the top-hat firmly anchored to the upper spring. Ricocheting off the bath mat, doing a back flip, accelerating to 130 knotts and flying through the thinning atmosphere of North Dakota's empty cultural center, Morty cleared his throat with gusto and sang a soprano duet with the tea-lady. Meanwhile Emilio had shot Rocky Raccoon using his Derringer crossbow.

Beagle bagels were cheap and curiously decorated with miniature strawberry plants. Expensive doggy fashion chain-mail coats clinked enticingly.  Bunny strollers darted over the emporium's angled roof regardless of loose shingles. That was the last straw! Emilio felt that he had been raised to deal decisively with such selfishness. The Derringer Mark 10 deluxe crossbow, Bagel design of 1423, was clutched by Emilio's aged relative and aimed carefully at the rampaging Japanese knotweed

Chapter Nine

After this gorgeous strawberry coloured cyborgs invaded peaceful Midsomer-on-Sea's Beagle resort and bagel emporium. "We demand more Peeps!", head Honcho Mortimer Moscowitz, cyborg 3819AF6B, Emilio's personal goldfish trainer, and accomplished amateur postman, exclaimed. "Hand over the fire extinguisher, foul blackguard."

Morty was only nine inches tall but hugely ambitious. Emilio felt he owed him a chance to prove pole vaulting organisation talent. The longest time taken had never taken that much effort. Therefore Morty slept through five alarm chili cookouts. Awoken by nine bells, he jumped off the starting board head first with the top-hat firmly anchored to the upper spring. Ricocheting off the bath mat, doing a back flip, accelerating to 130 knotts and flying through the thinning atmosphere of North Dakota's empty cultural center, Morty cleared his throat with gusto and sang a soprano duet with the tea-lady. Meanwhile Emilio had shot Rocky Raccoon using his Derringer crossbow.

Beagle bagels were cheap and curiously decorated with miniature strawberry plants. Expensive doggy fashion chain-mail coats clinked enticingly.  Bunny strollers darted over the emporium's angled roof regardless of loose shingles. That was the last straw! Emilio felt that he had been raised to deal decisively with such selfishness. The Derringer Mark 10 deluxe crossbow, Bagel design of 1423, was clutched by Emilio's aged relative and aimed carefully at the rampaging Japanese knotweed to prevent

Chapter Nine

After this gorgeous strawberry coloured cyborgs invaded peaceful Midsomer-on-Sea's Beagle resort and bagel emporium. "We demand more Peeps!", head Honcho Mortimer Moscowitz, cyborg 3819AF6B, Emilio's personal goldfish trainer, and accomplished amateur postman, exclaimed. "Hand over the fire extinguisher, foul blackguard."

Morty was only nine inches tall but hugely ambitious. Emilio felt he owed him a chance to prove pole vaulting organisation talent. The longest time taken had never taken that much effort. Therefore Morty slept through five alarm chili cookouts. Awoken by nine bells, he jumped off the starting board head first with the top-hat firmly anchored to the upper spring. Ricocheting off the bath mat, doing a back flip, accelerating to 130 knotts and flying through the thinning atmosphere of North Dakota's empty cultural center, Morty cleared his throat with gusto and sang a soprano duet with the tea-lady. Meanwhile Emilio had shot Rocky Raccoon using his Derringer crossbow.

Beagle bagels were cheap and curiously decorated with miniature strawberry plants. Expensive doggy fashion chain-mail coats clinked enticingly.  Bunny strollers darted over the emporium's angled roof regardless of loose shingles. That was the last straw! Emilio felt that he had been raised to deal decisively with such selfishness. The Derringer Mark 10 deluxe crossbow, Bagel design of 1423, was clutched by Emilio's aged relative and aimed carefully at the rampaging Japanese knotweed to prevent the bunnies

Chapter Nine

After this gorgeous strawberry coloured cyborgs invaded peaceful Midsomer-on-Sea's Beagle resort and bagel emporium. "We demand more Peeps!", head Honcho Mortimer Moscowitz, cyborg 3819AF6B, Emilio's personal goldfish trainer, and accomplished amateur postman, exclaimed. "Hand over the fire extinguisher, foul blackguard."

Morty was only nine inches tall but hugely ambitious. Emilio felt he owed him a chance to prove pole vaulting organisation talent. The longest time taken had never taken that much effort. Therefore Morty slept through five alarm chili cookouts. Awoken by nine bells, he jumped off the starting board head first with the top-hat firmly anchored to the upper spring. Ricocheting off the bath mat, doing a back flip, accelerating to 130 knotts and flying through the thinning atmosphere of North Dakota's empty cultural center, Morty cleared his throat with gusto and sang a soprano duet with the tea-lady. Meanwhile Emilio had shot Rocky Raccoon using his Derringer crossbow.

Beagle bagels were cheap and curiously decorated with miniature strawberry plants. Expensive doggy fashion chain-mail coats clinked enticingly.  Bunny strollers darted over the emporium's angled roof regardless of loose shingles. That was the last straw! Emilio felt that he had been raised to deal decisively with such selfishness. The Derringer Mark 10 deluxe crossbow, Bagel design of 1423, was clutched by Emilio's aged relative and aimed carefully at the rampaging Japanese knotweed to prevent the bunnies wheels falling

Chapter Nine

After this gorgeous strawberry coloured cyborgs invaded peaceful Midsomer-on-Sea's Beagle resort and bagel emporium. "We demand more Peeps!", head Honcho Mortimer Moscowitz, cyborg 3819AF6B, Emilio's personal goldfish trainer, and accomplished amateur postman, exclaimed. "Hand over the fire extinguisher, foul blackguard."

Morty was only nine inches tall but hugely ambitious. Emilio felt he owed him a chance to prove pole vaulting organisation talent. The longest time taken had never taken that much effort. Therefore Morty slept through five alarm chili cookouts. Awoken by nine bells, he jumped off the starting board head first with the top-hat firmly anchored to the upper spring. Ricocheting off the bath mat, doing a back flip, accelerating to 130 knotts and flying through the thinning atmosphere of North Dakota's empty cultural center, Morty cleared his throat with gusto and sang a soprano duet with the tea-lady. Meanwhile Emilio had shot Rocky Raccoon using his Derringer crossbow.

Beagle bagels were cheap and curiously decorated with miniature strawberry plants. Expensive doggy fashion chain-mail coats clinked enticingly.  Bunny strollers darted over the emporium's angled roof regardless of loose shingles. That was the last straw! Emilio felt that he had been raised to deal decisively with such selfishness. The Derringer Mark 10 deluxe crossbow, Bagel design of 1423, was clutched by Emilio's aged relative and aimed carefully at the rampaging Japanese knotweed to prevent the bunnies wheels falling off.

Mortimer

Chapter Nine

After this gorgeous strawberry coloured cyborgs invaded peaceful Midsomer-on-Sea's Beagle resort and bagel emporium. "We demand more Peeps!", head Honcho Mortimer Moscowitz, cyborg 3819AF6B, Emilio's personal goldfish trainer, and accomplished amateur postman, exclaimed. "Hand over the fire extinguisher, foul blackguard."

Morty was only nine inches tall but hugely ambitious. Emilio felt he owed him a chance to prove pole vaulting organisation talent. The longest time taken had never taken that much effort. Therefore Morty slept through five alarm chili cookouts. Awoken by nine bells, he jumped off the starting board head first with the top-hat firmly anchored to the upper spring. Ricocheting off the bath mat, doing a back flip, accelerating to 130 knotts and flying through the thinning atmosphere of North Dakota's empty cultural center, Morty cleared his throat with gusto and sang a soprano duet with the tea-lady. Meanwhile Emilio had shot Rocky Raccoon using his Derringer crossbow.

Beagle bagels were cheap and curiously decorated with miniature strawberry plants. Expensive doggy fashion chain-mail coats clinked enticingly.  Bunny strollers darted over the emporium's angled roof regardless of loose shingles. That was the last straw! Emilio felt that he had been raised to deal decisively with such selfishness. The Derringer Mark 10 deluxe crossbow, Bagel design of 1423, was clutched by Emilio's aged relative and aimed carefully at the rampaging Japanese knotweed to prevent the bunnies wheels falling off.

Mortimer Milton, Emilio's

Chapter Nine

After this gorgeous strawberry coloured cyborgs invaded peaceful Midsomer-on-Sea's Beagle resort and bagel emporium. "We demand more Peeps!", head Honcho Mortimer Moscowitz, cyborg 3819AF6B, Emilio's personal goldfish trainer, and accomplished amateur postman, exclaimed. "Hand over the fire extinguisher, foul blackguard."

Morty was only nine inches tall but hugely ambitious. Emilio felt he owed him a chance to prove pole vaulting organisation talent. The longest time taken had never taken that much effort. Therefore Morty slept through five alarm chili cookouts. Awoken by nine bells, he jumped off the starting board head first with the top-hat firmly anchored to the upper spring. Ricocheting off the bath mat, doing a back flip, accelerating to 130 knotts and flying through the thinning atmosphere of North Dakota's empty cultural center, Morty cleared his throat with gusto and sang a soprano duet with the tea-lady. Meanwhile Emilio had shot Rocky Raccoon using his Derringer crossbow.

Beagle bagels were cheap and curiously decorated with miniature strawberry plants. Expensive doggy fashion chain-mail coats clinked enticingly.  Bunny strollers darted over the emporium's angled roof regardless of loose shingles. That was the last straw! Emilio felt that he had been raised to deal decisively with such selfishness. The Derringer Mark 10 deluxe crossbow, Bagel design of 1423, was clutched by Emilio's aged relative and aimed carefully at the rampaging Japanese knotweed to prevent the bunnies wheels falling off.

Mortimer Milton, Emilio's pet dwarf

Chapter Nine

After this gorgeous strawberry coloured cyborgs invaded peaceful Midsomer-on-Sea's Beagle resort and bagel emporium. "We demand more Peeps!", head Honcho Mortimer Moscowitz, cyborg 3819AF6B, Emilio's personal goldfish trainer, and accomplished amateur postman, exclaimed. "Hand over the fire extinguisher, foul blackguard."

Morty was only nine inches tall but hugely ambitious. Emilio felt he owed him a chance to prove pole vaulting organisation talent. The longest time taken had never taken that much effort. Therefore Morty slept through five alarm chili cookouts. Awoken by nine bells, he jumped off the starting board head first with the top-hat firmly anchored to the upper spring. Ricocheting off the bath mat, doing a back flip, accelerating to 130 knotts and flying through the thinning atmosphere of North Dakota's empty cultural center, Morty cleared his throat with gusto and sang a soprano duet with the tea-lady. Meanwhile Emilio had shot Rocky Raccoon using his Derringer crossbow.

Beagle bagels were cheap and curiously decorated with miniature strawberry plants. Expensive doggy fashion chain-mail coats clinked enticingly.  Bunny strollers darted over the emporium's angled roof regardless of loose shingles. That was the last straw! Emilio felt that he had been raised to deal decisively with such selfishness. The Derringer Mark 10 deluxe crossbow, Bagel design of 1423, was clutched by Emilio's aged relative and aimed carefully at the rampaging Japanese knotweed to prevent the bunnies wheels falling off.

Mortimer Milton, Emilio's pet dwarf mercilessly annihilated

Chapter Nine

After this gorgeous strawberry coloured cyborgs invaded peaceful Midsomer-on-Sea's Beagle resort and bagel emporium. "We demand more Peeps!", head Honcho Mortimer Moscowitz, cyborg 3819AF6B, Emilio's personal goldfish trainer, and accomplished amateur postman, exclaimed. "Hand over the fire extinguisher, foul blackguard."

Morty was only nine inches tall but hugely ambitious. Emilio felt he owed him a chance to prove pole vaulting organisation talent. The longest time taken had never taken that much effort. Therefore Morty slept through five alarm chili cookouts. Awoken by nine bells, he jumped off the starting board head first with the top-hat firmly anchored to the upper spring. Ricocheting off the bath mat, doing a back flip, accelerating to 130 knotts and flying through the thinning atmosphere of North Dakota's empty cultural center, Morty cleared his throat with gusto and sang a soprano duet with the tea-lady. Meanwhile Emilio had shot Rocky Raccoon using his Derringer crossbow.

Beagle bagels were cheap and curiously decorated with miniature strawberry plants. Expensive doggy fashion chain-mail coats clinked enticingly.  Bunny strollers darted over the emporium's angled roof regardless of loose shingles. That was the last straw! Emilio felt that he had been raised to deal decisively with such selfishness. The Derringer Mark 10 deluxe crossbow, Bagel design of 1423, was clutched by Emilio's aged relative and aimed carefully at the rampaging Japanese knotweed to prevent the bunnies wheels falling off.

Mortimer Milton, Emilio's pet dwarf mercilessly annihilated the undeserving

Chapter Nine

After this gorgeous strawberry coloured cyborgs invaded peaceful Midsomer-on-Sea's Beagle resort and bagel emporium. "We demand more Peeps!", head Honcho Mortimer Moscowitz, cyborg 3819AF6B, Emilio's personal goldfish trainer, and accomplished amateur postman, exclaimed. "Hand over the fire extinguisher, foul blackguard."

Morty was only nine inches tall but hugely ambitious. Emilio felt he owed him a chance to prove pole vaulting organisation talent. The longest time taken had never taken that much effort. Therefore Morty slept through five alarm chili cookouts. Awoken by nine bells, he jumped off the starting board head first with the top-hat firmly anchored to the upper spring. Ricocheting off the bath mat, doing a back flip, accelerating to 130 knotts and flying through the thinning atmosphere of North Dakota's empty cultural center, Morty cleared his throat with gusto and sang a soprano duet with the tea-lady. Meanwhile Emilio had shot Rocky Raccoon using his Derringer crossbow.

Beagle bagels were cheap and curiously decorated with miniature strawberry plants. Expensive doggy fashion chain-mail coats clinked enticingly.  Bunny strollers darted over the emporium's angled roof regardless of loose shingles. That was the last straw! Emilio felt that he had been raised to deal decisively with such selfishness. The Derringer Mark 10 deluxe crossbow, Bagel design of 1423, was clutched by Emilio's aged relative and aimed carefully at the rampaging Japanese knotweed to prevent the bunnies wheels falling off.

Mortimer Milton, Emilio's pet dwarf mercilessly annihilated the undeserving knotweed, applying

Chapter Nine

After this gorgeous strawberry coloured cyborgs invaded peaceful Midsomer-on-Sea's Beagle resort and bagel emporium. "We demand more Peeps!", head Honcho Mortimer Moscowitz, cyborg 3819AF6B, Emilio's personal goldfish trainer, and accomplished amateur postman, exclaimed. "Hand over the fire extinguisher, foul blackguard."

Morty was only nine inches tall but hugely ambitious. Emilio felt he owed him a chance to prove pole vaulting organisation talent. The longest time taken had never taken that much effort. Therefore Morty slept through five alarm chili cookouts. Awoken by nine bells, he jumped off the starting board head first with the top-hat firmly anchored to the upper spring. Ricocheting off the bath mat, doing a back flip, accelerating to 130 knotts and flying through the thinning atmosphere of North Dakota's empty cultural center, Morty cleared his throat with gusto and sang a soprano duet with the tea-lady. Meanwhile Emilio had shot Rocky Raccoon using his Derringer crossbow.

Beagle bagels were cheap and curiously decorated with miniature strawberry plants. Expensive doggy fashion chain-mail coats clinked enticingly.  Bunny strollers darted over the emporium's angled roof regardless of loose shingles. That was the last straw! Emilio felt that he had been raised to deal decisively with such selfishness. The Derringer Mark 10 deluxe crossbow, Bagel design of 1423, was clutched by Emilio's aged relative and aimed carefully at the rampaging Japanese knotweed to prevent the bunnies wheels falling off.

Mortimer Milton, Emilio's pet dwarf mercilessly annihilated the undeserving knotweed, applying Occam's razor

Chapter Nine

After this gorgeous strawberry coloured cyborgs invaded peaceful Midsomer-on-Sea's Beagle resort and bagel emporium. "We demand more Peeps!", head Honcho Mortimer Moscowitz, cyborg 3819AF6B, Emilio's personal goldfish trainer, and accomplished amateur postman, exclaimed. "Hand over the fire extinguisher, foul blackguard."

Morty was only nine inches tall but hugely ambitious. Emilio felt he owed him a chance to prove pole vaulting organisation talent. The longest time taken had never taken that much effort. Therefore Morty slept through five alarm chili cookouts. Awoken by nine bells, he jumped off the starting board head first with the top-hat firmly anchored to the upper spring. Ricocheting off the bath mat, doing a back flip, accelerating to 130 knotts and flying through the thinning atmosphere of North Dakota's empty cultural center, Morty cleared his throat with gusto and sang a soprano duet with the tea-lady. Meanwhile Emilio had shot Rocky Raccoon using his Derringer crossbow.

Beagle bagels were cheap and curiously decorated with miniature strawberry plants. Expensive doggy fashion chain-mail coats clinked enticingly.  Bunny strollers darted over the emporium's angled roof regardless of loose shingles. That was the last straw! Emilio felt that he had been raised to deal decisively with such selfishness. The Derringer Mark 10 deluxe crossbow, Bagel design of 1423, was clutched by Emilio's aged relative and aimed carefully at the rampaging Japanese knotweed to prevent the bunnies wheels falling off.

Mortimer Milton, Emilio's pet dwarf mercilessly annihilated the undeserving knotweed, applying Occam's razor with zeal.

Chapter Nine

After this gorgeous strawberry coloured cyborgs invaded peaceful Midsomer-on-Sea's Beagle resort and bagel emporium. "We demand more Peeps!", head Honcho Mortimer Moscowitz, cyborg 3819AF6B, Emilio's personal goldfish trainer, and accomplished amateur postman, exclaimed. "Hand over the fire extinguisher, foul blackguard."

Morty was only nine inches tall but hugely ambitious. Emilio felt he owed him a chance to prove pole vaulting organisation talent. The longest time taken had never taken that much effort. Therefore Morty slept through five alarm chili cookouts. Awoken by nine bells, he jumped off the starting board head first with the top-hat firmly anchored to the upper spring. Ricocheting off the bath mat, doing a back flip, accelerating to 130 knotts and flying through the thinning atmosphere of North Dakota's empty cultural center, Morty cleared his throat with gusto and sang a soprano duet with the tea-lady. Meanwhile Emilio had shot Rocky Raccoon using his Derringer crossbow.

Beagle bagels were cheap and curiously decorated with miniature strawberry plants. Expensive doggy fashion chain-mail coats clinked enticingly.  Bunny strollers darted over the emporium's angled roof regardless of loose shingles. That was the last straw! Emilio felt that he had been raised to deal decisively with such selfishness. The Derringer Mark 10 deluxe crossbow, Bagel design of 1423, was clutched by Emilio's aged relative and aimed carefully at the rampaging Japanese knotweed to prevent the bunnies wheels falling off.

Mortimer Milton, Emilio's pet dwarf mercilessly annihilated the undeserving knotweed, applying Occam's razor with zeal. The celestrial

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Chapter Nine

After this gorgeous strawberry coloured cyborgs invaded peaceful Midsomer-on-Sea's Beagle resort and bagel emporium. "We demand more Peeps!", head Honcho Mortimer Moscowitz, cyborg 3819AF6B, Emilio's personal goldfish trainer, and accomplished amateur postman, exclaimed. "Hand over the fire extinguisher, foul blackguard."

Morty was only nine inches tall but hugely ambitious. Emilio felt he owed him a chance to prove pole vaulting organisation talent. The longest time taken had never taken that much effort. Therefore Morty slept through five alarm chili cookouts. Awoken by nine bells, he jumped off the starting board head first with the top-hat firmly anchored to the upper spring. Ricocheting off the bath mat, doing a back flip, accelerating to 130 knotts and flying through the thinning atmosphere of North Dakota's empty cultural center, Morty cleared his throat with gusto and sang a soprano duet with the tea-lady. Meanwhile Emilio had shot Rocky Raccoon using his Derringer crossbow.

Beagle bagels were cheap and curiously decorated with miniature strawberry plants. Expensive doggy fashion chain-mail coats clinked enticingly.  Bunny strollers darted over the emporium's angled roof regardless of loose shingles. That was the last straw! Emilio felt that he had been raised to deal decisively with such selfishness. The Derringer Mark 10 deluxe crossbow, Bagel design of 1423, was clutched by Emilio's aged relative and aimed carefully at the rampaging Japanese knotweed to prevent the bunnies wheels falling off.

Mortimer Milton, Emilio's pet dwarf mercilessly annihilated the undeserving knotweed, applying Occam's razor with zeal. The celestrial vegetation choir