Tom come across Huck hoot’n and holler’n full ‘a sympathy and laughter, smacked him upside a switch to settle him down, what’s it for, Huck, he goes.  “I just saw Jimmuh queebait all lonesome and stupid and he gimme a hoot, he’s write’n a book!”

        “A book!” Tom exclaimed in disbelief.  “Now, listen you got no call to call him Jimmaquee, someday he’ll be distinguished like his pap and you’ll be looking up at him and calling him old Mac!”

      Huck’s eyes went wider than Jim as seen a ghost.   That brought out the spit. He spat good, “Taint never gonna,” spat some more, “call him,” spit, and he squinched up his nose like at Auntie’s perfume.   “Okay, Jimmeeeee,” he clucked his tongue with an Obama “hehn.”

      Tom pulled up a log and laughed, “sometimes you as dumb as the smokeshop Injun in cahoot with Brother Gordon, now gimme Jimmy’s yarn.”  

       Huck laughtered a spell and said, “he talk on bout a planet of goody goodies, full of musical people!” at which he put fingers in his ears and stuck out his tongue uglier than a horsefly.   “They are shoot the breeze with the wild animals!” Tom was slapping his thighs. On theyze knowze there’s trouble, how come, on account of a flying muskrat, see,” Tom barking mad by now, falling over his stool.

      “A winged muskrat tipped them off?”

      “Yuhn huhn.”

      “You’re putting me on,” he said but his eyebrows was up, that Jimmy.  “Well come on, what was the trouble?”

         Huck looked a little worried.  “See there’s trouble on account of the GollumGoliaths come to spectigate with,” and he lowered his voice some, “A brainbeam!”  And he lost it total.

        At that Tom gone still said, “Hush that Huck, taint nothing to laugh over, saw one of them GollumGoliaths myself staring too hard.  Let me get to reckoning,” and he pulled over on his stump to nigger on it a spell.