He still hasn't lost the scar so: Hoof Face. So now we return to the original story. So Bubba ends up have a pretty good day at school and come home and starts eating his after school cookies in his room. About a half and hour later his mom comes to the room and says "Joe wants you to come out to play. He wants to show you something." Bubba knows what he wants to show him and, if you haven't guessed, it wasn't good. So he climbed the stairs, up to the top room. He went over to the window and peered out. There was Joe, sitting on the grass, indian style, with the biggest balloon ever to be filled sitting in his lap. Bubba got an idea. A wonderful idea. He quickly went to go get his pride and joy, his Buck BB gun, (this was about ten years before the production of the Red Rider, mind you) and returned, carefully and quietly opened the window. I play out the following events here:
Can't really come up with an ending for this one. But I've got this: Don't mess with the Bubbanator!
This story is based on real, honest to goodness happenings. Bubba = My Father Age 8-16