OUT OF THEIR LEAGUE

I guess I should explain our last post. Paybacks are a &*%#$. Well, that's pretty self explanitory and the "it's gonna be a good day Tater" was because we were going to get to dish out a little "pay back" today. Now, to tie it all in; this will be a long story and I have several pics to go along with it, so sit back and follow closely...you'll love it! You see, we are all here together at station 9 for a reason. We are outcasts, rouges, the unwanted....MISFITS. The good news is that we fit well together. We work hard but play even harder and nobody messes with us without getting it back ten fold. Some of you may remember back when our beloved door bell (or "bing-bong") as we so affectionately call it was stolen from us. In turn, station 5's crow was kidnapped and held hostage for some time before making the ultimate sacrifice. Rhett followed the shananigans on his blog and you can catch up here here and here. The results??? See below

Now let me add here that the guys at #5 are no push overs. Seasoned men finely tuned in the art of firehouse practical jokes. They just picked the wrong house to play with. Now water under the bridge but a good leason of what happens when you mess with the Melrose Misfits. That brings us to a more recient event. It seems as though, after opening our house to some guest from a neighboring station, their little fingers became sticky. Yes STICKY. Apparently they wanted to sit in a real fire truck (ie: our War Wagon which does NOT have a ladder stuck on its top) and when they climbed up in her, decided to take, borrow or just plain STEAL one of our riding mascots. THE GAULL! Everyone knows we're GIVERS. If we have it and you need it, IT'S YOURS! All you have to do is ASK...don't STEAL it. Oh I'm sure they were laughing all the way back to their house...I can see em now hehehehe. Well, it didn't take us long to launch and end our investigation... by the way, THANKS Lt. Craft, I'll send you'r dime back next cycle. Yep, all indications led right to our little Hippie friends over at the "Green House". So I thought, they're young, maybe they just didn't know any better. Maybe they didn't realize they stole it from #9, maybe they thought they were somewhere else. So, I called. I spoke directly with both suspects and each replied "I don't know what you're talking about Capt..HeHeHe" GUILTY! I then told them, THIS IS YOU'R CHANCE, CONFESS OR PAY THE PRICE. They still had no idea what I was speaking of. And now, pics of our little buddy being brain washed on their blog! GAME ON! So, what could a band of peace loving, recycling, composting, tree hugging, cartoon watching HIPPIES possibly have that we could take? Hummmm.... look here Ahh but could it be done. HELL YES!

Meet our new little GHETTO TABLE. We got her to her new home and started testing her out. Had lunch on her, did a little reading, kicked our feets up on her, you know...all the normal table stuff.

I must admit though, we think it needs a little modification..I'm sure we can fix it. A little red paint here, cut some beer errrr cup holders there...


Now don't you little Hippies fret. We have already been taking good care of her. She's finally getting some of the fine NorthWest Culture she been craving. She's already getting to go places you loosers would never have taken her....





She's even had guest come out to visit

Aint she a BEAUT! How could you not love a new Ghetto Table? It's like Christmas in July. Do you think they even knew they were "out of their league"? What's even funnier is that IF we were to ever give it back, they wouldn't be able to come get her. They all drive little sub-compact electric cars or scooters LMAO. I can see her now tied atop one of their little hybrid cars, her mast upright and fiberglass canopy working like the chute on a super dragster. Out of their league .. HELL they're not even in the same game!

Capt. Wines