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Two lads as photographed from a military satellite.

As you can see, they are plotting some sort of household putsch, with the target on the left awaiting the call from his mole in the cabinet. As you can also see, the target on the right appears to have spotted something amiss, and moments after this image was taken, the coup was aborted.

That said, intelligence suggests that it is only a matter of time before the subversive forces of the young, recklessly radical faction attempt to seize power again.

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KL said…
Too bad that the coup failed. But, I am glad that Ez was a good spotter and spotted the spy taking pictures. How was the spy punished :-P?
15 May 2009 at 21:23
Hallam said…
hippy.
15 May 2009 at 21:23
dyanna said…
I like your blog.I'm waiting for your new posts.
15 May 2009 at 21:52
Kitty said…
ha, they are too cute.

they seem to love being w/ each other. That must make life easier.
15 May 2009 at 23:13
yamini said…
Your imagination is awesome and that coup take was funny.

I specially liked the pink tinkle-toes of both the lads very much. They are soooooooooo CUTE!!!!!!
18 May 2009 at 19:45
Kris McCracken said…
KL, it was a GOOD thing, you mean!
19 May 2009 at 11:32
Kris McCracken said…
Hallam, this coming from someone who lives in FERN TREE?
19 May 2009 at 11:32
Kris McCracken said…
Dyanna, So am I!
19 May 2009 at 11:32
Kris McCracken said…
Kitty, they do get along, which is a relief...
19 May 2009 at 11:32
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, they both have lovely toes, that is correct.
19 May 2009 at 11:32
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