"Arrr, matey! Haitian scallywags munchin' on pooches? But lo! A grander tale brews 'bout wayward souls in Springfield!"
2024-09-10
Arrr, matey! A ruckus be brewin' 'round the rumor mill, sayin' Haitian swabs be snatchin' critters for their supper! But fear not, the local constables declare this tale be as wild as a three-legged sea turtle. No furry pâté makin' on their watch, savvy? Har har!
But hark! The brave souls of the Springfield constabulary say this claim ain't sailin’ in their ship's radar! They be laughin’ in the face of such absurdity and declared that makin’ pâté outta poor pets be as likely as findin’ buried treasure in Davy Jones’ locker! Aye, the city folk be keepin’ their ducks safe from the jaws of hunger, and there be no need to hoist the flag of panic just yet.
So, me hearties, next time ye hear such tales, remember that not all that glitters be gold, and not all scallywags be cookin’ up a storm! Keep yer eyes peeled and yer ducks close, for the sea be full of strange happenings!