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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.

Comments

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?
Hallam said…
hippy.
dyanna said…
I like your blog.I'm waiting for your new posts.
Kitty said…
ha, they are too cute.

they seem to love being w/ each other. That must make life easier.
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!!!!!!
Kris McCracken said…
KL, it was a GOOD thing, you mean!
Kris McCracken said…
Hallam, this coming from someone who lives in FERN TREE?
Kris McCracken said…
Dyanna, So am I!
Kris McCracken said…
Kitty, they do get along, which is a relief...
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, they both have lovely toes, that is correct.

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