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// EC: Boats and Rubber Chickens 
// Story: Dreaming of Paws 
// by Glassed 
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EC: Boats and Rubber Chickens

“I mean, I’ve got nothing against the boss ya know? He’s a cool but... ya know...” Balthe drew a small circle with his paw by his temple.

Rocko blew a raspberry while rolling his eyes.

Rocko and Balthe, a newer member of the Family, was strolling around Baltimare. The city was finally back to it’s former glory. The animals were quiet and everyone could walk the streets safely again.

“Listen bro, when ya get tah know Jazz better, ya’ll realize one thing.” He gestured Balthe closer and whispered to him conspiratorially. “Ya’ll never understand ‘im.” He said deadpanned before continuing along the road.

Balthe sagged his shoulders and ran after Rocko. “But all the stuff he does... How does he do it? I mean... I once saw him pull a rubber chicken out of nowhere and put in on Peppo’s head. He’s scary dude.”

Rocko stopped at the intersection and waited for a series of carts to pass by. “Ya learn tah live with it. The chicken ain’t tha weirdest thing ah’ve seen’m do.”

As if on cue, a giant galley on wheels came down the street. On it were a large amount of ponies wearing pirate outfits, all of them singing. On the bow of the ship stood Jazz, wearing a captains hat and a navy blue uniform.

The galley stopped for a cart crossing the intersection. Jazz noticed a bored-looking Rocko and a utterly baffled Balthe waiting to cross the street. He gave an honorary salute which Rocko returned without enthusiasm.

Seeing the road being clear, the galley began moving again, continuing off to god knows where.

“The chicken ain’t tha weirdest thing ah’ve seen’m do... It’s when he does shit like that, that he scares da crap outta me.”

Balthe fainted.