Rip Haywire by Dan Thompson for April 03, 2016
Transcript:
Narrator: Rip faces off against a villain's nasty henchgoon! Rip Haywire: Patience, grasshopper. Man: Yow! Rip Haywire: And... move. Man: You monster! That was my frolf-hand! I can still take you! Rip Haywire: You'll have to learn how to frolf with your other hand. It could make you a better player! Man: Y-yes (whimper) sir. Highwayman: I can't believe that chin with a badge took down my ugliest underling! What's a villain gonna do? I'll clobber him when he climbs up the ledge. Well, well... he must have wimped out or fallen. I'm a little disappointed. Rip Haywire: Not as disappointed as your Mom is in your sense of fashion. It's time my fists met your face. Highwayman: Now, sheriff, let's avoid unnecessary introductions. I give up, haul me off to the hoosegow. Narrator: Rip's life is about to change when his Dad, in a sudden fit of responsibility, assigns Rip his toughest mission yet: a historically all-girls summer camp. Will Rip learn how to get along with his feminine camp mates, most of whom have never even seen a flame thrower, let alone used one to fend off a pack of rabid hyenas? Can Rip solve the mysteries that surround the camp and one intriguing in particular? Readers will follow Rip's misadventures in his whimsically illustrated journal, helping him to solve puzzels and beat the bad guys, as he learns that friendship can be more valuable than ancient treasure, and more powerful than a well-placed land mine.
Frolf. I saw a group of guys playing this in a park on Friday, on my way home. It took me several minutes before I realized what they were doing. There was a small post that said “5, 288, PAR 3”. The funny thing is, they looked like real (yuppie) golfers.