Saucy Advertising

Spring had already turned to summer and Hal ventured outside the mansion that he shared with his business partner Dale to pick up the mail. Sitting on a picturesque stream that flowed into a gulf the property was worth millions according to real estate estimates.

After pulling out all the promotional advertisements ear marked for the garbage there was a letter with a royal approval stamp, and it was right then Hal knew time had come to confront the issue that his lovely wife’s singing career broke out way to early from the starting gate.

“Dale, when you signed that deal to do the beer company’s commercial jingle, what did you do?”

Stepping on to the front porch Dale remembered, “I had this souvenir nugget from our trip three or more years ago to Las Vegas called ‘Tap Gold,’ and I honestly caressed it, then the phone rang, when I answered they said I won the alcohol gig.”

“Apparently,” Hal started to walk back, “this letter says King Alfredo, from the noodle empire is out of the money, he was the supporter to the campaign.”

“What happened?” Dale inquired.

“Well, a maiden was claiming that she encountered the same trinket that you did and when she touched it everything turned dark.”

“Turned dark?”

“Yeah, she reopened her show on the strip, called it Dunkle,”

Feeling her legs shake Dale decided to take a second and venture towards the patio to enjoy the southern breeze, “Dale, King Alfredo wants to see us at his Royal Palm meet and hopes we can talk.”

Two years past and Dale accompanied Hal to the Estate run by the giant in the pasta world. “Look at all these maidens, they have that special weight,” Dale remarked.

“I think they stay healthy due to sprinting in the rain,”

“You think so, Hal,”

“Go, Lil lady,” Hal exclaimed, “she looks she has the right dumplings to be a winner.”

“Hal,” Dale raised her voice, “is that what you thought of me? Just some side dish?”

“Actually, it was dessert,”

It was then King Alfredo entered the scene, “well, if it isn’t Hal and Dale,” the welcoming mat put out open arms.

“Everything is so gorgeous here,” Dale opened the discussion.

“Yes, in my place they are all beautiful astray from any wrong turns,” King Alfredo boasted, “Hal, I hear you liked Go Lil Lady as a winner? That is Ripley and believe it or not she appears on my latest show about an alien.”

“Yes,” Dale once again spoke up, “District Attorney Journey Girl always looking for a good tip.”

King Alfredo let out a boisterous laugh, “that is right da journey girl who is out of the money”

Things became quiet when all three paused until Dale started asking, “King Alfredo enough with the saucy talk, where is the maiden that was claiming, I think her name was Dunkle.”

“Dunkle, Dunkle,” King Alfredo tried to make a withdrawal from his memory bank, “oh yes she was giving the hee ho and now she is Busch sitting around doing sudsy marketing, either in Tampa Bay or Virginia.”

Now that they got their answer both Hal and Dale left after leaving a respectable gesture, “do you think there is something brewing?” Dale acted concerned.

“Look, Dale, it’s King Alfredo you need to digest everything he fixes in the kitchen and be prepared to do the plop plop fizz fizz routine.”