His narrative skewed, Oscar sniffled.
"Atchoo!"Did she say his old name, or was he mad with dog flu?
"Invasion of homes, some properties damaged...
You ran into buildings. And this stand full of cabbage!"Showing her pictures, he glared for a bit.
"What do you think I'm behind, Ms. Saint Nick?"Sniffing the air, he would notice in time...
A whiff of stale bread. And an odor of rhyme.
"Son of a bitch, he must be in town!"Wagnum slapped his own forehead, with deepening frown.
"It's Biscuits Meniscus, here to ruin christmas!
He's the only old man with a profile that fits this..."Wagnum pondered a moment, how could he explain?
Thinking he couldn't, he simply refrained.
Rather, he followed the breadcrumbs away.
"Over here!" he did shout back to Vee's trusty sleigh.
And there he was, Bicuits, so mirthful with glee!
Stuffing moldy old bread down another chimney.
"Run me out of business, will you?!" He did moan.
"The only gift you're getting this year's my scones!""Drop the bread, old man Biscuits!" said Wagnum, P.I.
To Vee shouting
"this here's our baron of rhyme!"What a turn of events, now what would Vee do?
A christmas team-up? Or waste time and stew?
Racked now with nerves, Biscuits tugged on his hat.
"This doesn't seem fair... I don't even have stats!"