That's the way it usually happens except for my buddy Lucky Louie. Really bad... gruesome even... a tragedy. This Goof takes him out on a very, very, windy day, see. Louie wasn't a pretty sight when the Goof brings him back, bent, twisted, torn to shreds, but at least Goof brought his remains back, rather than just leaving Louie to rot in some damp alley or cold dumpster. But I digress...
I was gonna tell youse about one of my days out. Started pretty much as usual, overcast with a hint of rain as dis old Bozo whisks me out da door. Overcast is usually a good sign, means a Chump can think ahead, and it's those Chumps who grab you at the last minute and rush out into da rain, youse just knows they're trouble. But I digress...
So dis Bozo heads for da train station. I like trains. Means I gets some hang time to dry out, sometimes with a window seat so I can watch the scenery go by. Bozo drops me only once... no biggy. Well, da overcast turns into rain, who'd a think, so I goes to work on and off during da day as Bozo hauls me about. When da day's over he takes me to his room for da night which's a good sign he liked my handling and performance so will take me out again. But I digress...
Want to tell youse about my trip to Alpnachstad and a ride on da Pilatusbahn (PB). Da morning began overcast as we boarded Die Zentralbahn for Alpnachstad. By mid-morning... brief sunshine. Great man... more dry hang time!
So Bozo hangs me on da back of his seat as we board da crowded PB car and head up dis steep mountain grade. Nothing eventful on da climb to 2,073 metres (6,801 feet) but da view is great until it gets misty at da top as da car stops. A Staff Dude unlocks da door and Bozo gets off... oh, oh... I'm still hanging on da seat back as he climbs up and away. Well... dat's da last I'll see of him I think, hope some Staff Dude picks me up for da Lost & Found. I'm gonna enjoy a long, quiet, vacation in a nice dry Lost & Found! Guess Bozo ain't so careful after all.
Bin hanging here in this dimly lit Pilatus Kulm station for a while now. Boring... no moving scenery. Da car fills up with people and we head down da mountain. Nice bunch, chatty, a little loud. Dat's OK, when we hit da base station a Staff Dude will surely find me and carry me off to a great Lost & Found vacation.
Well dat didn't work out. Bin up and down da line a couple of times and nobody noticed, not even one of da Staff Dudes.
I'm headed back up... again. As we stop halfway up to let a down-car pass. Da tracks are very close together, maybe a foot apart, as this down-car stops right beside us. Can just see some guy sticking his head out of da down-car window... Hey... it's Bozo... and he's asking da guy beside me to hand me across. Why is everyone laughing at Bozo? Oh well, too bad, no vacation in Lost & Found for me now. I'll have to go back to da hostel for more work... if Bozo doesn't lose me again on the way there.
