SUMMER’S HERE! YEAH!
Well, for most of the general Puck population that is. But, along with every other thing in life, summer fun comes with consequences for Pucky.
First of all, he has a condition called, “Seasonal Affective Disorder.” You know when it’s the middle of Winter and you look out the window and it’s snowing again for the unteenth time?
Add to the fact, Bing Crosby and the boys aren’t singing anymore. “Home for the Holidays” seems like a distant, faded memory. All you have to look forward to for a couple of months is snow, sleet, slide offs and accidents.
Well, that’s how Pucky feels in the Summer. Pucky is feeling the heat! The sun is lovely, beautiful, radiant, glowing. That’s not the problem. The baking of the Puck, that’s the problem. Add to the fact, Mike’s body is now afflicted by this slow-moving, skin disease, and there you go, a literal recipe for disaster!
Add Anxiety to the baked goo, and you have some pretty sizzled innards and outers (is that a word, anyway, you get the point).
Pucky cannot go anywhere new without spending days if not weeks, worrying about it. See if you can spot the difference in the following lines.
What most Pucks think:
When are we going? Where are we going? How long are we going to be there? What are we going to do while we are there? How many people are going to be there? Where are we going to eat? Where are we going to sleep?
What Pucky thinks:
When are we going! Where are we going! How long are we going to be there! What are we going to do while we are there! How many people are going to be there! Where are we going to eat! Where are we going to sleep!