Page 42 - Lulu and Bob in Verbo City

Wrapped in a Rebus

“Uncle Bunster certainly took his time leaving,” commented Lulu,
as the twins rolled their suitcases out of the guest room. “I think I
heard his car back down the driveway just a few minutes ago. He
needs to get that transmission looked at, too.”
“Maybe he had to cool down a bit first,” suggested Bob.
“Remember that time two years ago when he became
rhymebunctious after we accidentally misfiled his notes on the history
of diphthongs in moribund languages? He had to run cold water over
his head for half an hour. At least it didn’t aggravate his rhymatism.”
Lulu looked at her watch. “We’ve got plenty of time. Let’s see what
we can scrounge in the kitchen.”
They left their bags in the corpus callosum and ambled into their
favorite room in their uncle’s house.
“Say, what’s this on the table?” Bob picked up a large sheet of
paper. “Look at this, Lulu: he left us a note—and some sort of
gibberish. He must have really flipped out.”
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