Tom the Dancing Bug by Ruben Bolling for July 01, 2003

Transcript:

"Australopithecine's Night Out" -or- "No Shoes, No service: Why you don't see more hominid from the Pliocene Epoch in restaurants" Charley won a free dinner at Bucka-Rooster's from a radio contest. Charley: I answered my phone "WNXJ #! hirts" for a year -- and it paid off big!! Enjoying his bread basket, Charley is approached by his waitress. Lois: Howdy, pardner. I'm Lois, your bucka-buddy. Ready to order your meal? Charley: There's more?! Charley eventually decides... Charley: Out of wildebeest and grubs?! Tell you what... We'll save time -- what do you have? But complimentary grape soda will do strange things to an Australopithecine metabolism, and Charley gets impatient. Charley: Hey, Lois! Where's my bucka-roaster?! Instinct soon takes over, and passing Bucka-Rooster staff begin to get the eerie feeling of being stalked. When the moment is right, Charley makes his move... Waiter: WAAAA! ...And the bounty of the hunt is his! OoP: Hey, Rob! That chuck wagon special was for table8!! Waiter: Help me... It takes a brawl involving five bucka-buddies, and some placating negotiations, to persuade Charley that his dining experience is complete. Charley: I get a "bucka-dawggy bag"!