the boys’re back

Yep, Spanish Elmo and Donald have returned.

What a trip. We had some great adventures. And we can’t wait to tell you about them. Right now, we’re both pretty tired and excited to be back.

Donald said we shouldn’t contact anyone, because he was afraid that the white house would find out where the secret bunker was. I figured he knew all about that e-mail and cell phone taps, so I went along with that. I hope nobody got too worried about us because we couldn’t let them know where we were.

It took longer than we expected to get back, because we had to stop off to work odd jobs for money since Donald blew all ours at the casino. What an idiot. Kept mumbling about unknown unknowns while he was playing blackjack. Of couse, he was pretty drunk. Man, I tell you. That ol’ boy sure likes his Wild Turkey. Roast turkey too I found out when we were at the buffet. Very embarassing, he’s such a pig.

But what a great guy to travel with. Always ready to break out in a song; “Can’t find ‘em here. Can’t find ‘em there. Can’t find ‘em anywhere.”

And you’ll never believe where the bunker is. I can’t tell you, cause it’s secret. But I can tell you that it’s quite lux.

Uh-oh, the security people are eye-balling us. Gotta go. We’ll get back to you later