WHAT'S HAPPENING

Well this is another of those “phrases” that you hear from some people. And that can be really frustrating over at STINK.

That’s because I generally get asked it by old rat boy, Junior Hemoglobin, when Otis and I are on assignment. He’ll call us on our STINK squash cell phone when we are busy and ask that very thing, “What’s happening out there?”

Now in his case what gripes me is that he’s just being lazy. I mean he never risks his butt going on assignment. That would me him missing out on watching television and sitting with his feet up on his desk while snacking on cheese.

But since he is Dr. Hemoglobin’s son and STINK’s Assistant Director, he sort of has to pretend he actually is working. So his idea of doing that is to get the occasional update reports from us grimefighters while we are on assignment. Which he normally only does during commercials!

Anyway Otis and both know when our STINK phone rings while we are in the middle of some assignment it will be Junior calling and asking that question. He won’t really care about the answer, but he will ask just the same. Which is really annoying at times to both Otis and me.

My buddy did find a way to make things a little fun one time though, which I thought was so cool. When Junior called he told him that we were in the middle of a fight to the death with all these griminals. Oh man did he sound convincing and even added some sound affects and faked the bad guys screaming in the back ground. Boy did my buddy sound convincing.

The truth was that we were in this ice cream parlor stuffing our faces with ice cream sundaes, but Junior didn’t need to know that. But Junior didn’t know that of course and Otis wasn’t about to tell him. And it did take my buddy a couple of minutes to finally get Junior to figure out that Otis was actually claiming to have an emergency.

Well finally Junior got the idea, but since he isn’t used to thinking that hard, he really had no idea what to do next. And just as Otis wanted, the dude sort of went crazy and panicked.

Meanwhile Otis is keeping up his act on the phone and the more he is describing out battle to the death the more Junior is panicking. Then when Junior starts rambling about trying to help us, Otis hangs up the phone like he got disconnected.

What happen after that was so cool. Junior’s solution was to send out all our guys at headquarters on a rescue mission. However since he had no idea where we were, he had them drive like crazy all over town to see if they could find us.

I tell you it was so funny to see those diaper service vans whiz pass the ice cream parlor while the grimefighters inside looked totally confused. We had thirds on sundaes before moseying back to base. There we were met by Dr. Hemoglobin and Junior and man was Junior’s face red when he saw we didn’t even have a scratch.

Otis just played dumb and said that Junior must have misunderstood the call. That things were okay. And the good thing is at least since then is that Junior hasn’t ever called to ask “what’s happening?” Which itself is good news to me.