Pallas and his older brother Pez sit together on the steps of a porch of an old house.
Pez: This house must be held up by the mouse turds in the walls.
Pallas: It is pretty rickety. Wonder why they don't tear it down.
Pez: The Bosasos.
Pallas: Yeah. The bozos.
Pez: No, dummy. The last owners were the Bosasos.
Pallas: So?
Pez: The Bosasos all died inside on the same night.
Pallas: What!?
Pez: Yeah. Bozona Bosaso --
Pallas: Bullpucky! There's no one named Bozona Bosaso.
Pez: You're right; she's dead.
Pallas: Why would anyone name their kid Bozona?
Pez: Why would anyone call a kid Pallas? For laughs, of course.
Pallas: How did she d-- she was a she, right?
Pez: She was a she. Her brother's name was Boffo, and the parents were Milky and Bilky.
Pallas: The Bosasos.
Pez: Right. They were all killed on a Friday night twenty years ago.
Pallas: Inside there? Turns to look at the screenless storm door behind him.
Pez: Sheriff Shawn said that they were all shot by a lunatic with a pistol.
Pallas: Who is Sheriff Shawn? Sounds like a friend of Barney the Dinosaur.
Pez: He was our local lawman, before the county took over.
Pallas: Where is he now?
Pez: He disappeared a few days after the bodies were found.
Pallas: That sounds pretty suspicious. Did they figure out who shot the Bosasos? I bet it was Ranger Ron with his forty-four.
Pez: It was actually a snub-nose thirty-eight. He showed it to me once or twice.
Pallas: So, did you know Bozona?
Pez: We necked in the park once.
Pallas: What!? You kissed a dead girl!?
Pez: She wasn't dead then.
Pallas: I can't believe you're so cool about it.
Pez: It was twenty years ago.
Pallas: Holy Moley! This is insane. I have never even heard of any of this and here you are making out with the deceased.
Pez: She wasn't dead yet.
Pallas: Did they ever solve the murder?
Pez: They pretty much figure Sheriff Shawn shot them all for no good reason.
Pallas: Did someone suspect him? Is that why he ran off?
Pez: I'm sure someone did.
Pallas: Wow! Maybe somebody shot HIM! He might still be here, buried somewhere.
Pez: Maybe under this rotting old porch.
Pallas: Hoo hoo! Begins to sing the words to 'I Shot the Sheriff'.
Pez: Let's go see what's going on in the park.
Pallas: Okay. Let me call that song up on my smart phone.
The two leave the porch and walk across the street listening to the song play.
Pez: Whispering ...but I did not shoot the de-pu-ty.
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