There is a great artist whose work inspired me to jot a little short story. If you like strange and unusual artwork, with the hint of old (& some new) child like cartoon references, then please visit his space and check out the work in picture albums. His name is Greg "Craola" Simkins and there is a link provided right under the picture used for the story. I hope you enjoy.
Hoss N. Pfeffer had been spending time with his grandson Kott N. Pfeffer for the summer. In a few days Hoss would be retiring to Pleasant Acres, a very exclusive spot for the agents of the elusive Wilderness Safari Agency. Hoss had been a cunning detective in his hay day and Kott loved to hear all the adventure filled stories from his grand-pop's past.
Hoss and Kott were finishing up the last of the packing when Kott came across a picture that he thought was rather strange. His grand-pops was preparing to eat lady bug wellington and looked rather disturbed. Kott asked is grand-pop about the picture and he just got a weird smile across his face and told Kott to settle in for a final tale. Kott went and made some popcorn and a vege smoothie and then settled down for the story to begin.
Hoss started out by introducing Ellie Faunt, his first partner. Ellie and Hoss had been partners for about 3 months when they were assigned to the case that would be later called the Insect Asylum. Their mission was to infiltrate and be accepted amongst the community of overgrown arthropods. At the head of the community was the deranged Milie Peed and she was their ticket in. Millie actually became the boss when her father, Centie, was murdered and most think that his death was what drove her to the brink of insanity. Because she was rather insane, she accepted all kinds into her circle and her arthropods never questioned her for fear of losing their lives.
Hoss pulled out his wallet, appearing as if he was getting ready to pay but instead he emptied it onto the table and released about 20 bombardier beetles. The beetles immediately scampered around the Café letting loose their dangerously toxic gas-like fumes. Most of the arthropods were taken down; all that was left was Millie and the one pretending to be Ellie. In the blink of an eye the fake Ellie toppled over, falling on Millie and crushing her. The back up, finally revived from their toxic attack, and came in to gather up the rest of the arthropods so they could be taken to the Row Chess Prison.