Phredd and Phœbee– Phresssh!

Quoted from "The Daily Glob" 6/18/07

Yes, we phinally phound them! The Snowes are safe and sound and living in a highly air-conditioned condo in Miami! It was our intrepid tabloid editor Toni (who happened to be on his honeymoon), that phound this photo in a magazine that was innocently lying on a hotel lobby table. Whaddayaknow?

So we sent our equally intrepid papparazzi down to scope out the scene and see if they could get an interview with the notorious Snowes.

While they were there, those pappas decided to check out the phamous Miami phenomenon, Bongo’s Cuban Café, which was phounded by the phabulous Emilio and Gloria Estefan. They went on Phriday and dined on all the phamiliar Cuban phare, and were so pleased that they went back on Saturday to join the phestivities! Guess who they phound at Bongo’s Saturday night Latin Dance Party!?! Yoooou got it– those two phun-loving Snowes: hot, drippy and grinning like a couple of kids in a candy store. They’re not too bad with the cha-cha, either!

They did manage to get a little interview with the phrozen couple, so we’ll let you in on the conversation:

Pap1: "So, are you two in hiding, now that you’re notorious art-thieves?"

SnoM: "No, w-w-way, man! We left P-p-palm Beach to get away from g-g-g-uys like you!!"

Pap1: "Well, now that we’ve phound you, why don’t you tell us– for the public record– how do you two live so high-on-the-hog?"

SnoM: "We really d-d-on’t w-w-want to talk to y-y-you at all, but, ph-ph-phor the record: we work!"

Pap2: "Work? What’s that?"

Pap1: "So you landed an ad job for Florida Orange Juice?"

SnoW: "Yeah, isn’t that c-c-cool?"

SnoM: "You guys can b-b-buzz off now. See ya!"

And that was it! They were off in a phlash and onto the dance phloor, amid a swirling crowd under swirling colored lights– swirling with the brass, the guitars, and the rhythm of the congas, the claves, and the guiro. And those papparazzi didn’t even get photos! You’re phired!

. . .to be continued.

ROTFL(or not)

This PhotoToon and accompanying piece of incredibly inane phiction are by Karen Gladys Henry, copyright 2007.