Missing, no Action

The other day the spelunkers noticed something had been odd for a while, a long while. Here at the cave we don't usually pay much attention to stuff but it occurred to us that the mood seemed different.

We quit chomping on celery and tortilla chips for a minute and listened, it was quieter. No gnashing of teeth, no crying or shouting. But what had changed?

We decided to ask Francis what was going on since he's the head-cheese and went and knocked on his door. But no answer. So we called him. But no answer.

We never did get a call back and started to get worried that the douchebag might have hurt himself so we sent a search party out looking for him to see where he might be.

 

We looked all over, we searched and searched at the Sharuf's dungeon, some crime scenes, at a drive by shooting place, in a crowd, in some bushes and at the bottom of the lake among the other bottom feeders but still couldn't find him.

Spot the Poobah!

We even took a picture of him around to help taxpayers remember what he looked like but no such luck. Sorta like POOF, he's vanished and nobody knows where he is.

Poor francis is missing, if you've seen him tell him to stay where he is since things are quieter around here.

Must be nice to have a high paid gig where you don't even have to check in. Wonder what he's hiding from?