[Marco the Glukkon]

Hey guys, sorry for the long time to update. We've been working on the basement at our house. Don't worry, you will all learn about George later on in the story.

"Woah, hold on! Don't set that there...George go to table two....HEY, WHO LET THAT MEEP IN HERE???" Alf yelled as he tried to contain the incoming onslaught of customers in the Rehab. The sound of clanking glasses and the chatter of customers filled the room as George, Alf's assistant and "take-in", nervously tried to juggle glasses of tea on his arm. A huge plate of Mudoberry pie flew across the room and decked him in the face, as he flew backward in a heap. Abe and Munch both entered throught the front door, and both of them had a puzzled look on their faces.
"Hey Alf....uh....you ok?" Abe spoke up first.
"Does it look like I'm ok? It's a zoo in here!" Alf ducked as a piece of pie flew over his head. "Would someone get that Meep outta here?"
"BAAAA!"
"Is there anything we can do?" Munch spoke up over the sudden uproar of customers.
"Yeah...why don't ya get everyone outta here, that would be great!" Alf yelled sarcastically. Abe and Munch both looked at each other, wondering what to do. Suddenly, Munch had an idea and whistled loud with his fingers. The Rehab quieted down as the Mudokons stared at the young Gabbit in both wonder and shock.
"HEY, ABE LET OUT A SILENT ONE, EVERYONE RUN!!!" The room cleared out with the uproar of screams as all the Mudokon occupants ran out the door. The only sound left was the sound of a table spinning to a slow stop. Abe leered at Munch.
"Thanks...Munch..." Abe said sarcastically.
"No problem!" Munch replied.
"Whew...thank Odd that's over. I thought they'd never leave. And...noone bothered to take the Meep." Alf replied. The Meep slowly chewed at the bamboo walls of the Rehab.
"Don't worry...he's my buddy!" George said as he petted the Meep. The Meep purred softly.
"Sigh...see what I have to put up with?" Alf walked over to the counter and began wiping up. Abe and Munch stood there, wondering if it was a bad time to come, although, Alf was always in a bad mood.
"So... what was that all about? I thought everyone was cured of Soul Storm Brew?" Abe finally spoke up.
"Yeah, but Big Face is having a grand meeting for all the Mudokons. Somethin' about....you guys." Alf said as he accidently dropped a bottle.
"About us?"
"Yeah, didn't you guys get the memo? Or were you goofing off again.?"
"Uh...."
"Don't answer that. Anyway, I figured that you two idiots would forget, so you wanna check it out now?"
"What about the Rehab?" Abe looked around to see the clutter that was the Rehab.
"Eh, don't worry about it, it'll take care of itself. GEORGE! We gotta go!" Alf called to George, who was cleaning the counter obsessivly." I swear, that boy figits worse than anyone I've ever seen." Munch looked curiously at George, who kept looking back at the counter before all of them finally walked out the door.