Coffee and Plotsksh

Speaking of hot coffee, The Great Plotnik is afraid he has become a Caffeine Snob. He and Ducknik never find good coffee anywhere but in their hometown of Saint Plotniko. They travel hither and yon, but hither thinks coffee comes in a jar and yon drinks tea.

In the land of the Inkas they drink Nescafe. In the country that is half in Europe and half in Asia they drink small containers of mud. In France and Italy you have to drink your coffee standing up. In England, ha ha, we joke now.

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This just in: DAK, former Chief Muckety of DAK Enterprises of Saint Plotniko, has announced his complete absorption into The Great Plotnik, also of Saint Plotniko. “Since May 24 we have been living, eating and breathing Plotsksh, while converting to the Plotnikie religion,” says DAK, “so no one will notice much of a difference anyway.”

The Great Plotnik has promised DAK a position in the new organization, perhaps as copilot of the plotkicycle. “We have nothing but respect for DAK,” says The Great Plotnik. “Without his one good eye we would be half blind.”