Inside the modified shipping container trailer, he propped the security man’s exhausted body up against the refrigerator and duct-taped him […]

The man continued blasting off his blunderbuss, shouting with wheezing lungs, “Gosh dang it, you terrorists! Thieves! Bad guys! Criminals!

“Holy smokes,” said the boys, looking down from their hiding place, “Did he just shoot Uncle Weed?” “Calm down, no

The man stood in the clearing confused for a moment, muttering “Son of a gun, where did that madman feller

“Yikes, what are we going to do, where’s Uncle Weed? He didn’t ditch us did he?” Otto whispered nervously. “Relax,

Searchlights switched on, illuminating the desert floor as the gang of three dove and hid. “Bob, Bob, is there anyone

The boys sat confused for a minute sorting out what they had just heard. “C’mon guys, don’t let it get

They started quietly running back to camp, but within seconds, Uncle Weed was tackling them into the sand. “You maniacs,”

Uncle Weed’s song continued; Some people say that we’re crazy sick and all alone we pull up your stakes and

“He looks like the lady in the Sound of Music,” laughed Bob and Otto perched up on a hill, watching

Awhile later, a voice singing off in the distance woke Otto up. “Bob, Bob, hey wake up,” he said, nudging