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The Park, Wednesday afternoon
Artie was out and about in the park with a butterfly net.
This might have something to do with those foul freaky feathered fiends, the ducks.
It also might have something to do with the fact that Mortimer, his buggy companion, is nowhere in sight.
It's Artie. Who knows, really?
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By the docks, Friday morning
Artie was performing a merry jig atop his porta-home. His usual red and blue outfit was replaced with an almost identical one in shades of green. He wore buckled shoes and a white plastic bowler with shamrocks on it. Mortimer wore a similar hat, only bug sized.
Artie paused for a moment, listening.
"Why, yes, Mortimer. A search for a pot of ( Read more... ) -
The streets of Fandom, Monday morning
The weather was cool and the sky was cloudy, and Artie was canoing ( Read more... ) -
outside Artie's Porta-Home, early afternoon
Artie was in rare form today. He was teaching his friend, the bug, about fitness.
"Don't! Eat! . . . Metal!" He cried to the bug. "Don't eat metal!"
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Outside the porta-home by the docks, Monday afternoon
Artie seems to be properly recovered from his encounter with the mayor. Indeed, his spirits are lifted, he's enjoying life, and everything appears to be pipe.
He's currently seated on nothing by a Krebtego board set up on a pedestal by the water, studying the pieces intently.
His opponent?
His little buggy friend from last night.Who is really ( Read more... ) -
Outside the porta-home, Sunday night
Artie was . . .
standing still?
He wasn't even posing.
He was just stading outside his porta-home, looking up at the sky, his hand held close to his jaw.
He seemed to be talking to himself, which was appropriately Artie-ish. . . .
No, wait, look a little closer. . . .
Yes. See that? On his hand? That's right, the bug ( Read more... ) -
The docks, Thursday afternoon
Artie is out on beach by the docks, jumping about and flailing his arms as usual ( Read more... ) -
The beach, Sunday evening
Artie is bounding and posing along the coast of the island. His traditional red and blue outfit has been replaced. He's currently wearing a jump suit of the identical cut, only one half of it is yellow and black, and the other half is navy blue and green. His face is painted in halves to match. Every now and then he spins to face the other way ( Read more... ) -
The park, Saturday afternoon.
Artie bounds and spins, his arms out-stretched, a wimple on his head. (Yes, you heard me, a wimple. No, I don't know where he got it. As for why? Well . . . .)
The Orchestra swells:
The hills are alive
With the sound of music!Suddenly, the orchestra is cut off by an electric guitar and a whammy bar. Artie freezes and jerks upright ( Read more... )