He was down at the frog pond feeding the ducks when he spotted her through the bamboo. “What the??…”
And he moved forward through the water to investigate, striding the bottom to the far edge. Space Ghost’s edge.
“That’s *it*. I’ve had it with these shenanigans by interlopers like this Space Ghost, this new guy Kevin A. This is *not* funny.”
BANG BANG BANG.
“Space Ghost, I know you’re in there.” No answer. “Space Ghost!” he belched out in his gribbety voice. “Open the door. We need to talk.”
“Bullfrog?” the superhero at the peak of his powers replied innocently. Bait taken.
“We’ve got to get into this place, Kevin E. Kevin A.’s depending on us(!).”
“Yeah,” responds the other Kevin at the registration table. “If only — we could read like him.”
“We’ll have to fake it,” answered the somewhat smarter Kevin C. to Kevin E. after glancing back over his shoulder at Baker Bloch (a.k.a. Arnold). “Uh, you take the straight letters and I’ll take the squiggly ones.”
“Um.” Kevin E. didn’t recognize the first 3 letters on the application form.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
“Uh. Yeah.” He spots his first one. “‘L’,” he mouths, jabbing the appropriate letter several times with his finger. “That’s definitely an ‘L’.”
“Very good.” He pats his hatted lover on the back.