#anderville

[okaystoptellingmetomakeanaccount]

Mickey Mouse Mystery Magazine is one of the great 90s/2000s Italian Disney comic series, right up there with PKNA and W.I.T.C.H. imo. Incredibly good crime stories. I might like them more than some of Gottfredson's classics.

Wizards of Mickey is one of the lamest, most nothing comic series that exists. It's at no point truly bad, but at no point is it good either. It's just a giant slew of painfully average. (though I've heard the later stories not written by Ambrosio are actually quite good).

You're Brazilian right? Cause' Panini released this absolutely insane huge 800+ page book there with all MMMM stories.

It's not, like, cheap, but it is one of the coolest Disney comic collections that I have ever seen.

(inducks link to see what's inside the book)

Getting into Duck Comics does also make me curious about what other comics with disney characters I should check out. I heard great things about Mickey Mouse Mystery Magazine and Wizards of Mickey.

[patemi-pk]

Panini is doing black friday sales. This is what I suggest:

https://www.panini.it/shp_ita_it/pk-rinascita-e-metallo-pesante-1wdili049-it08.html

https://www.panini.it/shp_ita_it/pk-frammenti-d-autunno-1wdili045-it08.html

https://www.panini.it/shp_ita_it/grandi-autori-marco-rota-1wspec105-it08.html

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https://www.panini.it/shp_ita_it/il-milione-di-marco-polo-1wdili042-it08.html

And many more!

[memelordotherblog]

What's the deal with the Egmont serie "Mickey Mystery"? Have you read it, is it good or bad?

Mickey Mystery is about Mickey running a detective a private investigation agency in Anderville after his old roommate from college fucked up big time.

It a pretty beloved series, it shows Mickey being a badass in city much more cruel than Mouseton like goddm leave this mouse alone.

but it can be a bit hard to get into a frist since all the characters are dog face humans or straight up human which is understandable a turn off for some.

[pan-fried-autism]

Lab Accident Chapter 4: Marching to the Hare

Characters: Swap!Leonid (@bowlerhatwearer), Swap!Jack, other people

Summary: Leonid finds his target.

Thursday, May 21.

Still don't know much about JacksnJackson.

Things I know and learned:

works at BUsiness finances Inc

28 year old

has wife?

apparently funny

Don't know the location of his residence.

With that, Leonid clicked his pen, putting the tip back into the chamber.

He lay back on his hotel room bed with a sigh.

He'd been trying for the past two days to find Jack, or at least his home... but he couldn't. He couldn't exactly ask his coworkers either-- to him, if he was here to visit Jack, wouldn't he already know? The man just never seemed to exist in the same area as him, too.

He sat up a bit, looking at his phone screen. The messages app was open.

'Hello, Detective. have you found my son yet? signed J Harris Sr.'

Leo couldn't help but giggle as he replied to Mr. Harris.

'No, I haven't yet. But I'm trying.'

Send.

Leonid went back to lying down, still unsure of what to do in the situation. Any thinking was interrupted, however, by a sound-- a rumbling from his stomach.

Leonid turned his head to the alarm clock by the bed.

5:09 pm.

Eh. Might as well get dinner.

Leonid sat up and picked his phone back up, going into Maps to search around New Anderville.

A few caught his eye-- The Coffery, Yappy Hour Bar and Grill, Minhs Din-Din, a downtown McDonalds, Pubbingtons, Greasy Joe's-- so he checked out their reviews.

Nothing too impressive, however... The Coffery only had fish and chips and liver and gravy as dinner options, Greasy Joe's was mainly for families with small kids, and the McDonalds had the 3rd lowest ratings of any McDonalds location worldwide.

That left Yappy Hour, Pubbingtons, and Minh's.

He decided to check out Yappy Hour a little more, seeing what they had on the menu... and something caught his eye.

'Boney Thursday today! From 5-8pm, all ribs and wings are half off! Try our delicious Mexican Grilled Ribs and Beer Battered Chicken Wings at a discount!'

Leonid's stomach growled.

He hadn't had ribs in a while.

The detective got out of bed, mind set on the prospect of ribs, and left the room.

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No wonder they call this place Yappy Hour, thought Leo. It's LOUD in here.

In fact, it was so loud, Leonid didn't even hear the bell above the front door ring.

All around, he could see people at the tables and the bar, eating and chatting away while occasionally watching the sports on the TV. He felt himself cringe at the slight increase in noise as he walked up to the stand, where the seater stood.

They saw him and cleared their throat. “Table for?…”

“Table for one.”

“Just a moment.”

The seater walked away for a few seconds.

After those seconds, they came back, quickly grabbing a menu,

"I'll lead you to your table, sir."

Leonid followed the seater to a table, where one side had both seats, and the other had regular chairs.

As the seater placed the menu on the table, Leonid sat in a booth chair, reclining into the leather padding.

The seater leaned down a bit. "A waiter will be with you soon."

They left as quick as that.

Leo opened the menu, taking a look at some of the menu items (ginger beef on johnnycakes, spicy poutine, chicken wings and fries, hot-smoked salmon sandwich) as he sighed a bit.

He couldn't help looking around the pub as he moped in his thoughts. Look at me, he thought, sitting around in some pub while a kidnapping suspect is on the loose. What kind of detective am I?! His FAMILY'S paying me to find him and I can't even find one measly--

-- Holy shit.

Across from him was Jack Harris.

... Or at least he thought it was. From the back view at least, the hare matched the description of Jack-- chestnut brown fur, smoothly brushed headfur, wide eyes, mediocre fashion sense. He was sitting at a table with about four other people, all of them in different business garb.

It had to be him.

As he was looking, one of the people there happened to see him. Leo recognized him-- he was the grolar bear he first talked about Jack to. The man tapped the hare on the shoulder and started pointing to Leo, speaking words Leo couldn't hear over the other patrons. The hare turned around.

He looked exactly like Jack.

It HAD to be him.

The hare got up with a smile and walked over to Leonid, sitting down at the chair as Leonid continued gawking at him.

Finally, the hare opened his mouth and spoke.

"So... you're a college buddy, huh?"

Leo gulped a bit and composed himself. "UH. Yes."

The hare chuckled. "I didn't know a detective could have to go to the Missoury Economics Collegiate, let alone take courses in business."

"Wh-- how did you know I was a detective?"

"Ruben told me. Plus, your badge is sticking out of your pocket."

Sheepishly pushing the badge back down, Leonid cleared his throat and put on his best serious detective voice.

"Truthfully, I've never went to college with you. I'm Leonid Aksakov, Private Investigator."

"Jack Harris. Charmed."

I KNEW IT! Leonid shouted in his mind. Out loud, he continued.

"I've come to ask you some questions, Mr. Harris."

"About what?"

"Well... a few months ago, a woman named Grementine Mewton went missing. I was told you were a former associate of hers."

A strange look seemed to pass over Jack's face after he said that. Before Jack could respond, however, a shadow loomed over the table.

Leonid looked up and met the eye of the waiter-- a moose, looking to be around 8 feet tall. His nametag read "Steven".

"Are you gentlemen ready to order?" The moose asked in a deep, gentle voice.

Leonid's eyes flickered between him and Jack before he answered.

'I-- uh, yeah, we're ready."

Out of the corner of his eye, Leonid almost swore he saw Jack's eye twitch.

"Alright, then. I'm obliged to inform you that today is Boney Thursday, and you get half off any wings or ribs you order." the waiter replied.

"I'm aware, thank you." replied Leonid, going back to the menu.

Jack raised a finger. "If you can, I'll have a tall drink of water." he announced.

Steven the waiter chuckled a bit. "If you say so, Mr. Harris. What about you, sir?"

"Glass of Pepsi." piped Leo.

Steven wrote it down on the pad.

"Alright, Pepsi and water... what about your meals?

Leonid went back to the ribs and wings, looking over the potential foods-- Mexican Barbeque Ribs, Ginger Ribs & Peameal, Classic Hot & Smoky, Mooseback Ribs, and--

"... What are Maple Fried Ribs?"

"We coat the ribs in maple syrup and Panko breadcrumbs before deep frying them."

The detective grimaced. "I'll have the Mooseback Ribs."

"And for your side?"

"Uh... curly fries?"

"Got it."

"I'll have the Beer Battered Wings and a side salad, please." stated Jack.

Steven scribbled their orders down, before putting the notepad back in his pocket, simply saying, "Your orders will be ready in a little while."

With that, he sauntered away, giving Leonid a little wink as he did.

Flustered and a little confused, Leo shook away the blush on his face and refocused on Jack.

"Again, I'd like to ask you a few questions about Ms. Mewton." he restated.

"Sure, shoot!" Jack replied, elbows on the table and holding up his head.

Jack took the notepad he usually kept around in his backpocket, a golf pencil besides it. He took a deep breath.

Well, I know Ms. Mothgo didn't paint that good of a picture of you, he thought to himself. Let's see if you really ARE a piece of work.

"Alright, Jack-- what was Ms. Mewton like?"

Jack let out a dreamy sigh. "Beautiful... stunning... smart... tantalizing... feisty... mysterious... basically the most desirable woman you could ever ask for."

Trying not to frown, Leonid pencilled in his answer.

"What is your relationship to (or with) her?"

A wistful look with a touch of real sadness washed over Jack's face as he answered again. "She was... my first love. We dated for five positively dreamlike months until she... she dumped me. Since then, we'd see each other around sometimes, maybe talk a bit here and there."

Leonid nodded, writing that down as well (along with a little note reading 'Что за неудачник...').

"When did you see her last?"

"Back in November. The 15th I think. Saw her getting stuff at a grocery store and we chatted a bit."

"'Bout what?"

"Y'know... life stuff. How we were doing in them. She told me she was going away for a little bit."

Scribble scribble.

"Did you know her specific plans?"

"Naw, she wouldn't say. She was being weirdly secretive. That's part of why I like her so much. I love figuring out how she works."

Scribble scribble scribble scribble.

"Do you know anyone who may wish ill will upon her?"

"I know two."

Leonid raised his eyebrow. "Oh?"

"Her dads-- Lionel and Lupus Mewton. They never had a great relationship. Lionel's a doctor, Lupus is a bigshot lawyer, they had great expectations of her. Grem wasn't entirely keen on those expectations, and she could be a bit... troublesome, too."

Leo nodded. "Do you know where they live?"

"Hometon, Missoury, 45 [STREET NAME]."

The detective jotted it down.

"Now, I want to talk about something your cousin said... Does Paula Lopez ring a bell?"

Jack nodded. "Yeah, she's my aunt Luanne and Uncle Anton's kid. I'm guessing you know she took my house?"

"Yes. She mentioned you had a lot of 'weird pictures' of a girl in your house. I was wondering what that was about."

Jack scoffed, waving his hand dismissively. "Man, ever since she married Cary, she's been overthinking everything. I get she's got little kids, but you don't gotta look into things so much! Anyway, I had a couple pictures of Grem around the house, mostly from when we were dating... they're just nice keepsakes. I left 'em behind when me and the wife moved."

A-HA.

Quickling scribbling that down, Leonid got to the last question:

"Can I hear about your wife?"

The dreamy look returned to Jack's face.

"Claire is... amazing." he sighed. "I couldn't ask for anyone better. She's so nice, and caring, and smart... I can see us staying together, til death do us part."

Leonid nodded again, writing this information down-- as well as underlining his wife's name.

"Thank you for answering all of my questions, Mr. Harris." Leonid stated, putting away the pad and pencil. "I hope it wasn't too botherso-"

The two were interrupted by plates.

Specifically plates being placed quite quickly in front of them (along with glasses, though they were drowned out by the sound of ceramic against hardwood). On Leonid's plate was a rack of very large ribs, over twice the size of any regular ribs he'd been given before, drowning in a spicy-smelling sauce. Next to it was a steaming pile of crispy curly fries. Jack's plate had 4-5 chicken wings in flaky batter, plus some Caesar salad.

The waiter-- Steven again-- looked down at them with a grin.

"Bon Appetit, you two."

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Leonid only managed to finish half of the moose ribs.

As delicious as they were, he simply couldn't handle the amount of food he'd been given. He only got a third of the way through the fries, too.

While Leonid suffered where he sat, Jack picked the last of the meat off his wings using his large front teeth. Sitting back with a sigh, he chirped, "It was nice talkin' to you, detective. I hope I could answer your questions well!"

"Same for me," Leonid groaned out, "You've been a valuable source."

Steven the waiter came back with a checkbook and portable card scanner. "I'm here for the bill, now."

Leonid started reaching into his pocket, but Jack spoke up with "It's alright, Leonid." before taking out his wallet.

"You... You're paying for me?" Leo blurted.

Jack nodded sagely as he tapped his card again the machine.

A receipt was printed out (which Steven briefly scribbled on) before he gave it to Jack.

"Pleasure doing business with you, gentlemen." He crooned.

With that, the moose was gone again.

Jack briefly looked over the receipt before handing it to Leonid, explaining, "I think this is for you."

Leonid took a look of his own.

Under the amount paid was a phone number and a doodle of a moose.

Blushing furiously, Leonid stuffed it into his pocket before getting up.

"Well... I'm gonna be leaving now. I'd get a takeout box, but I don't think I can handle any more of this."

"Same here," Jack responded, "I don't think there's any room for the crumbs on my plate. I don't think my wife'll want 'em either."

"I see then. Goodbye, Harris."

"Bye, detective!"

So they both left.

In the parking lot, leaning against his car, Leonid took a drag off a cigarette as he reflected on his encouter with Jack.

Well... I know he's annoying, that's for sure. I'm still not sure if he IS a kidnapper, but... it's a bit weird how his wife has Grementine's original name. Plus, the way he answered didn't really feel right.

Oh well. Maybe his wife has answers?

[tiramisu-talk]

Absolutely amazing commissioned art of Patty Ballesteros by @snaileyart!

[song-birds-stuff]

Comic! Mickey is a stone cold badass and these are the Facts(Tm)

And another thing: Mickey practicing savate in his spare time is one of the most badass things I’ve ever seen..

[dirtyriver]

Mickey Mouse Mystery Magazine #0: Anderville, May 1999

[yoshimickster]

Before Ducktales 2K17 Disney was afraid of using Della Duck, NOW Disney is afraid of using Mickey in...ANYTHING non-comedic!

You DO know its possible for him to be in a story with a full on plot OUTSIDE of Christmas specials, don’t you Disney? Mickey Mouse Mystery Magazine ring any bells?

Its a comic book, where Mickey has to move to Anderville to man a detective agency his best friend made and its AWESOME! Make a show called “Mickey Mouse Mysteries”, it’d super fun!

[deniskhenry]

Dica de leitura: Mickey Mistery MM O Detetive das Trevas . . Edição Especial de luxo em capa dura, reúne as histórias: Anderville, O Link, Estrelita, Achados & Perdidos, Ratoeira e Firestorm. . . São histórias bem divertidas e descontraídas mas com um toque investigativo bem bacana, Mickey o detetive vai investigar o desaparecimento de um amigo de infância e numa cidade corrupta e cheia de opressão, ele vai em busca de pistas, tendo que enfrentar inimigos traiçoeiros dispostos a tudo para impedi -lo de concluir seu objetivo. . . #Coleção #Colecionador #Hqs #MickeyMouse #MickeyMistery #Disney #EditoraAbril #Quadrinhos #DicaDeLeitura (em São Raimundo Nonato) https://www.instagram.com/p/CMVi-6HDgOa/?igshid=b02upqstc796

[tralhasvarias]

Tex Colecao 352: Fuga de Anderville (2014) http://tralhasvarias.blogspot.com/2020/11/tex-colecao-352-fuga-de-anderville-2014.html

[memekeymouse]

I hope the Mickey Mouse Mystery Magazine series will be published one day in the USA

We should protect Anderville!Mickey at all costs

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I don’t think I’ve read this but something tells me it’s heartbreaking and I need this in my life IMMEDIATELY

also Mood(TM) ???

[brandonraykirk]

Lewis Adkins

Lewis Adkins, an early resident of #Fourteen in #LincolnCounty #WV is profiled #Appalachia

From “Hardesty’s History of Lincoln County, West Virginia,” published by H.H. Hardesty, we find this entry for Lewis Adkins, who resided at Fourteen in Lincoln County, West Virginia:

Was born in Wayne county, (then) Virginia, in 1814, and in 1841 came to what is now Lincoln county. Jacob and Pheobe (Bradshaw) Adkins were his parents, both now deceased. Lewis Adkins has been twice married; his…

[chlstarrbaby]

Check out this playlist on @8tracks: Tough City Can Change a Man...er, Mouse by Chlstarr.

Yes, I fell in LOVE with Mickey Mouse Mystery Magazine, so I made a playlist for it. 

Pardon my eclectic taste in music as I go through various themes as I try to represent Mickey’s experience in Anderville.

[pan-fried-autism]

Lab Accident - Chapter 3

Characters: Swap!Leonid (@bowlerhatwearer), townspeople with no real names sorry

Summary: Leonid arrives in Canada, and asks around about Jack.

“Ladies and gentlemen, Midwest United Airlines welcomes you to New Anderville. The local time is 9:21 am. For your safety and the safety of those around you, please remain seated with your seat belt fastened and keep the aisles clear until we are parked at the gate. The Captain will then turn off the “Fasten Seat Belt” sign, indicating it is safe to stand. Please use caution when opening the overhead compartments and removing items, since articles may have shifted during flight.”

Leonid unfastened his seatbelt, getting up out of his seat into the aisle. He reached up and got his travel bag, and went to start walking... before being rudely shoved out of the way.

Leo looked to see who the jackass that pushed him way-- there was a puppy with her parents.

He grimaced at the sight. The kid had been kicking his seat for the past three hours. The only times she had stopped was when she had to use the bathroom... which never happened.

Note to self: get an appointment with a chiropractor when I get home, he thought.

As he watched the little miscreant walk away, she turned around to make eye contact with him.

Then she grinned and flipped him off.

Leonids grimace turned to a slight glare, and he stuck his tongue at her as she left.

What a brat. No wonder she never stopped kicking me.

Even without the little shit kicking his spine in, the flight wasn't exactly the greatest. To try and ignore the kicking, Leo had went to watch an in-flight movie. However, one of the speakers of the headphones for the movie was broken, and it made the movie 50% quieter than it should have been... So the entire time he was watching Million Dollar Baby, he could barely even hear what anyone was saying, let alone understand it. The strangely bitter peanuts he had been given didn't help the viewing experience either.

The one thing that didn't suck was the old woman he'd been sat next to. The whole flight, she had been going through a big thick crossword puzzle book. At the very least, she wasn't annoying.

Either way, Leonid finally got to walk down the aisle and exit through the loading bridge.

Around 10 minutes later, he got his suitcase from the baggage claim area.

Whilst walking through the airport trying to find the exit, he found the row of small restaurants and gift shops that airports tend to have. A pleasant smell came from one of them.

He looked to see what it was. It was a cafe, with a name he'd never heard of before-- seemed to be a person's name. Perhaps it was the name of the founder? He didn't know. All he knew was that he could smell coffee, and he needed something to wash out the taste of the crappy peanuts he'd been given earlier.

Before he knew it, he was walking away with a coffee and donut in hand.

Eh. That's how they get ya.

Once he finished them both, he headed over to the parking garage-- he had, ahead of time, gotten himself a rental car. The person outside had given him a key with a tag-- Number 8. It would be the number of his car, which would be designated with a sign by it.

... Which he walked up to within the next five minutes. The car was sleek, shiny, red, and a Prius.

Like his own car.

It even had the same fuzzy dice in the mirror.

Choosing to ignore this, Leonid got into the front seat, before speaking into his phone.

"Kape, where is the nearest motel in the New Anderville-Rockymew-St. Eugene area?"

The phone took a second.

"The closest motels in the New Anderville-Rockymew-St. Eugene area are the Erminers Retreat Motel, Western Anderville Hotel, The Baker Hotel, Prestige Resort, The Sand & Stone, Heritage Inn Hotel & Convention Center, The Lazy Boy Lodge, Motel 7, Super 9, Travellers Motel & Hotel, Almona Court, and the St. Eugene Golf Resort and Casino."

Leonid grimaced at the overload of opportunities.

He took a deep breath. "Which hotel is nearest to the New Anderville Area Airport?"

Another second.

"The closest hotel to the New Anderville Area Airport is the St. Eugene Golf Resort and Casino."

Leonid entered the name into Expedia and took a look at the prices.

The lowest starting prices were $169 a night.

Rubbing his temples, he spoke into the phone once more. "Which hotel IN NEW ANDERVILLE is nearest to the New Anderville Area Airport?"

"The closest hotel in New Anderville to the New Anderville Area Airport is Super 9."

Leonid checked the prices again.

The rooms started at about $60 per night. Not too bad-- he had that money.

He looked up the location, then started the car and left the garage.

The radio was on-- a pop station, based on the amount of similar songs that flowed in. He (safely) took in the scenery around him. A sunny sky with few but large clouds, tall and proud larches and firs lining the highway, and a decent temperature in the air.

He couldn't help but feel a little better.

Finally, he got to the town sign.

Welcome to New Anderville! 'Quidam supellectilem latine'

Population: 29 509

Leonid could not understand Latin.

Entering the town, he could tell he was in the more industrial area, signified by the strange tanks and trucks (and the singular gas station). He also encountered a water treatment plant.

Nothing else of note caught his eye until he arrived at the hotel.

It didn't look like a traditional hotel. If it hadn't had the giant sign that said 'WATER SLIDE', he would have assumed it was the Harris family's summer home. It didn't look bad, though-- he simply parked his car and went inside.

The lobby wasn't packed in the slightest, save for an old lynx man reading a book in an armchair (what a crowd, huh). At the front desk, a wolverine was on her phone.

As Leonid walked up, she happened to notice him-- she put on her best Customer Service Smile and put the phone in her pocket.

Her nametag said 'Sabrina'.

"Excuse me," Leonid said, "Do you have any available rooms here? It's just me."

"Let me check for you, sir!" she chirped.

Sabrina went onto the computer at the desk, and typed a bit. After looking at the screen for a few seconds, she spoke again.

"Well, we have a few single rooms available-- an efficiency queen room, two efficiency queen suites, two regular queen rooms, and a king room."

"Hm... what's it like in the regular queen rooms?"

"You have a telephone, radio, cable TV, coffee and tea maker, microwave, safe, private bathroom, and much more!"

That did sound promising.

"What's the cost?"

"$65 a night."

"I'll take it."

....

Leonid looked around his room.

The walls were a beige orange, and the bed had a dark oak frame with a puffy white blanket. Above the bed was a large, beautiful painting of a cabin in the woods. Leonid's bed had a nightstand (with a telephone) on one side and a mini fridge on the other, with lamps attached to the walls above them. In front of the bed was a wardrobe with a TV atop it. Next to that was a wicker chair and a small table.

In one corner there was also a desk. On said desk was the microwave, the radio, and a small coffee maker... and he meant small. It was barely twice the size of his hand. There was a basket atop the microwave full of things like sugar packets, cream packets, small coffee and tea packets, and two hilariously small mugs-- Leo was sure his hand was bigger than them. On the wall next to that was a safe.

The bathroom was quite nice, too-- peach coloured walls, fancy shower, and free toiletries. No shampoo, though, just headfur wash.

Leonid had read the label of the small bottle-- Fureal Blueberry Acai Headfur Wash-- and had simply shrugged.

"I'll take what I can get," he had whispered to himself.

Leonid had been putting away his clothes when he had stopped, and got back to it.

Soon, all of his clothes were in the wardrobe, and the rest of his belongings were sorted away.

Leonid stood now because he didn't know what to do.

He got to thinking... where could he look for Jack? He had no ideas about his current location, let alone his address. All he knew was what he looked like-- warm brown fur, usually wide eyes, somewhat boring fashion taste-- based on a picture that Mrs. Harris had sent him.

"I hardly think my boy is even capable of doing anything like that, but I'm not one to treat a guest rudely, and you do need information for the case." She had texted after sending it.

Perhaps, though... perhaps Leonid could go into plainclothes mode. Hang around town, blend in, see if anyone around knew him. That could work.

Leonid smiled and confidently walked out of his room, locking it with pride. He hadn't done it in a while, but he knew he could do it!

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As Leonid sat on a park bench in sunglasses, a baseball cap, no detectives coat, and a strawberry ice cream in hand, he felt like the colloquial sore thumb that always seemed to stick out.

There were people walking around in the park-- families, couples, those by themselves, friend groups, all sorts. None of them looked like Jack.

Leo couldn't help but sulk a bit. He was in a big, public area, and no stupid Harris! He briefly thought perhaps there's a chance that he's in hiding, but given what his parents told him, that very clearly wasn't the case. If he was truly in hiding, why would he invite his parents to come see him?

As he thought this, he saw an unusual group of people, at least for the area: a group of business people. They were in business-casual warm weather clothes-- button up short sleeves, ties, some khaki shorts, a couple of knee length skirts, and loafers. They were all talking and chatting away while holding briefcases and purses.

They seemed to be around Jack's age.

Well... nothing ventured, nothing gained, you know?

"Lovely day, isn't it?" he practically announced.

This caught the attention of the last person in the group-- a grolar bear.

"Hmm?... oh yeah, it is! Unseasonably, even." the bear replied in a thick Canadian accent.

Leonid smiled. He seemed nice.

"Hey," he began, sitting up, "You wouldn't happen to know a Jackson Harris, would you?"

The grolar man hummed for a second before responding.

"I do! Why do you ask?"

Leonid was so awestruck by his massive luck, he almost forgot to tell a lie.

... Oh wait yeah, дерьмо. I gotta think of something.

"I... we were... college roommates. And best friends. I haven't seen him in a while and we're... Facebook friends. I wanted to surprise him?"

He desperately hoped his tone was convincing enough.

Fortunately, it seemed to work. "Alright! He's a great guy, I'll tell ya that. Always brings in Tims, loves his wife, helps around the workplace... all that good stuff."

... huh?

"A wife, you say?" he inquired with a fake smile.

"Yeah! She's a bit of a recluse, though... only comes out of the house on weekends. According to her and Jack, she's been like this since an accident."

"Oh, an accident? That does sound tragic."

"Yeah, car accident a couple years ago. Left her without an air and half a tail."

Leonid put his hands to his chest in a show of somewhat fake sympathy.

"How terrible. I feel sorry for her. How.. lucky it is that she and Jack found each other!"

"Yeah, they're great! My cousin Robbie talks with her sometimes, and she once told her about her nicely Jack took care of her afterwards."

"Oh, Jack. How charming! Just as I remember."

Success, he thought to himself.

The bear smiled, before looking to the disappearing group of coworkers.

"Well, I gotta get going now! It's Mead n' Meat Monday at Murray's and we wanna get there early."

"Mead n' Meat Monday?"

"Yeah, over at Murray's pub! All beer, wings, and burgers half off! G'bye now, you!"

With that, the grolar left him.

Once he was far enough way, Leonid quickly took out his notepad and started writing notes, avoiding getting ice cream on it.

'May 19-- Landed. Found out some stuff about Jack... has a house, has a supposedly reclusive wife. Said wife missing an ear and half of tail. Jack might also have friends.'

Once done, Leonid swiftly put it all away, dumping the sad melted ice cream.

"Well, Jack," he whispered proudly to himself...

"I guess all I really need to do now is find you."

[thebookwormsnest]

Il consiglio #classico della #settimana: "Madame Bovary" di #GustaveFlaubert. #MadameBovary è talmente famoso che (forse) non ha bisogno di presentazioni 😀 Pubblicato nel 1856 è una delle maggiori opere della letteratura francese e mondiale. La trama in breve: Charles Bovary, un ufficiale sanitario rimasto vedovo, si risposa con una bella ragazza di campagna, Emma Rouault, impregnata di desideri di lusso e romanticherie, vagheggiamenti che le provengono dalla lettura di romanzi. Charles viene da famiglia benestante ed è un uomo perbene, ma è anche noioso e maldestro. Egli dispensa ogni tipo di delicatezza alla giovane moglie, la quale però, nonostante non lo dimostri, comincia ad avere sempre più a noia la sua monotona vita matrimoniale, molto diversa da quella che si era immaginata leggendo romanzi romantici. Il disprezzo di Emma viene ulteriormente rafforzato dal confronto con lo stile di vita dei ricchi aristocratici: i coniugi vengono infatti invitati per un ballo al castello di Vaubyessard, del marchese di Andervilles. Crogiolandosi nel ricordo delle raffinatezze che aveva potuto gustare per una notte Emma perde ogni interesse per i suoi passatempi e cade in uno stato di inerzia che preoccupa molto il marito. Egli, sperando che un cambiamento d'aria possa giovare alla salute fisica e mentale della moglie, decide di trasferirsi da Tostes a Yonville. Qui Emma intreccia diverse relazioni adulterine, vivendo al di sopra dei suoi mezzi e contrando diversi debiti. Come andrà a finire? Scopritelo 😉 • • • • • • • #book #bookaholic #bookclub #bookgeek #bookish #booklove #booklover #booknerd #bookphotography #bookporn #books #booksblr #booksofinstagram #bookstagram #bookworm #classici #classicoftheweek #consiglidilettura #consigliletterari #dalettorealettore #leggere #letteratura #lettureconsigliate https://www.instagram.com/p/BnaiPUmnk9G/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1pw93hprr8kku

[dirtyriver]

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