Why would Mary ask Mr. Allora if he's seen Wilbur lately? Is Mr. Allora as nosey as she is? Apparently, he is. He even noticed that Wilbur looked like his normal self: Bad.
Was Wilbur headed up to the mountains to confront Iris and Zak? Will he be traveling via Kelrast Kurve?
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How much time has passed since Mary last saw Wilbur? Her meddle senses must be tingling. I was hoping drunken Wilbur would last longer.
Mary is looking underweight; perhaps she has discovered calorie-free muffins. Perhaps she should give some to Wilbur. Dawn will arrive home to see Wilbur covered with muffin crumbs, and surrounded by empty bottles.
“Señor Weelbur, he not looking good. He looked like my cousin Juanito looked when los Zetas took heem to an oil drum and barbecued heem alive. Never mess weeth los Zetas, Señora Mary. Why am I saying thees now? Oh, no reason, and certainly notheeng to do weeth the cartel smuggling Vicodin een muffins. Now, eef you weel excuse me, I have to wait for my contact Fabiana. She’s arriving from Bogota Beach weeth an emerald and a fake baby stuffed full of Cali cocaine. Life ees brutal, Señora Mary."
@Barbara L. Hanson: Looks like Mr. Allora has been gone overboard sampling Mary's muffins.
I too thought it was odd that Mary would ask the maintenance guy about Wilbur. Wouldn't you ask a next door neighbor or one of his friends...oh wait, Wilbur has no friends, maybe that's why Mary's asking Mr. Allora.
When I first saw Mr. Allora, I thought he was dragging out a barbecue grill and I thought "Oh good! Pool party! We'll get to see Wilbur staggering drunk and falling into the pool." Then I realized it was a garbage can and my hopes were dashed.
Jeez, they're pretty formal around Charterstone with all the Mr. and Ms. stuff.
Terrific secret message, Wanders!
-- Scottie McW.
This must be Mr Allora Jr. I’ve been reading Mary Worth for an appallingly long time, and I distinctly remember the original Mr. Allora as being a slender, gray-haired, courtly gentleman. I wonder what is meant by Wilbur looking “bad”? Staggering drunkenly toward his car, battered sneakers untied, unshowered, combover askew, unshaven?
Well, at least we know Iris likes the “unshaven” part.
I over-perhapsed
Today's Boldface Haiku is titled
"This May Be A Job For Double Chocolate Chip Muffins. STAT".
Hello.
Mr. Allora, Mr. Weston?
Hour. ...bad.
Where?
“Speaking of BAD, Mrs. Worth, you don’t look so good yourself.”
This is an imposter Mr. Allora. He’s not at all the quiet gentleman who brought the hand truck to the Beedie apartment! I speculate that Mary locked the real Mr. Allora in a Charterstone closet because he refuse to spy for her,
It should be easy enough to track Wilbur. A ratty bathrobe soaked with despair and urine should have an overpowering odor.
Does Mary think Wilbur never goes anywhere and that his not answering his phone immediately means that something is horribly wrong? Why just the other day he went out and fondled a box of shoes that he didn't buy. And he's often been seen gliding along the lovely seaside walking trails of Santa Royale. Also, Mary, there's a really good chance he could just be in the shower.
Next up: Mary dials 911 on the strength of Mr. Allora's improbable excuse of a plot device clumsily involving trash removal. Mary and Mr. Allora analyze the Wilbur situation for another day or so. Mary brings out muffins. The medics arrive and ask, "Has anyone knocked on Mister Weston's door?" Mary sheepishly answers, "Ummm..I didn't think of that."
wildrunk races aldo to the finish in the daystoneda 500...
Well, if this guy is the real Mr. Allora, then we know where all those extra muffins went. Maybe that's not a trash cash, but Mr. Allora's lunch pail.
Trash cash? Ah... make that trash can.
Of course he doesn't know where Wilbur is going, he's not that nosy. Time to marshal the Mary Brigade and set up search quadrants around town. Bait some traps with sandwiches and whiskey.
Now I'm wondering if this will turn into It's A Wonderful Life?
Clarence, where's Iris?
You're not going to like it, Wilbur.
Where is she? What happened to her?
She became an old maid. She never married. She's just about to close up the sporting goods store!
Can we please get to see Wilbur arrested in downtown Santa Royale's seedy Shelter District for Drunk and Disorderly or some even more tawdry crime the likes of which may strain the limits of family friendliness?
P.S., On first glimpse, I also thought Mr. Allora was both much more robust than previously depicted and that he was carrying a grill.
Wilbur's heading for his gig with The Drunken Wilburs Blue Grass Band. He plays spoons.
A muffin a day keeps the meddler away!
Mr. Allora has already learned this lesson ... Mr. Weston ... not so much.
Perhaps Wilbur has departed Santa Royale to seek his musical future as a member of the Traveling Wilbury's.
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