TV & Cinema (a variety of works can go to film, television or big screen, animation, part animation, or be realistic with real actors and actresses). Continued below. Golf (animation to real) seasonal TV specials via books Loaded-up for corporates and public (30 minute to 1 hour specials, series, too). Corporate messages, name, and products might be broadcast for years (renewals): · Figgy Daughshund: A Spooky Christmas · Sand Play: Castle Spooks (Halloween)

Mystery’s 2 (to everywhere) Fantastic Mysteries of the Clubhouse Crew There are many parts to the puzzle. Each works together (books and music), yet, can be dealt with in unique, stand-alone ways (ex. Ice Age Mystery, focused on environment in exciting, fun, story fashion). Or, works can be lumped, grouped in categories (i.e., Christmas music; cartoons; golf; sports works; science fiction; environment; books to film); or, still, the work can be taken, as a, whole (mysteries

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“Proceed, scout.” Alexander waves. “Alright, then. I was saying, we’d heard oinky, snorts, heard piggy squeals, crept, saw, and stopped.” Up from his seat, Goshen paces. He circles the fire while holding his dinner. “Your mighty huntsmen, Caige and Tee, took aim. Whoom!” He blows as lips flap. One arm flys forward. “As the screagle zooms, Caige hurled that axe with such speed and strength, as well as Alexander might ever heave and fell a giant tree. Ptew. Whoosh!”

Page 1 Jinx me. As the club-dog, I had cause to evaluate my curious, whisker-twisting friend. I looked to Jinx and she purred. “Meow.” (Image of Golpher and Jinx at clubhouse, outside, Golpher eyeing curious Jinx) Page 2 There was a day when pickle-faced Mr. Boyle was on the practice range. “What?” He shook. Jinx was in Mr. Boyle’s bright-red shag bag. (Image of Jinx inside Mr. Boyle’s shag bag, popping up, on practice range) Page 3 Jinx scampered and watched. Mr. Boyle p

“Keep up 4-2 Zat-U.” 2-8 B Strait chimes words to his fellow mate. The sparkling droid rolls and the accompanying unit walks along a hallway to a central area, the 3rd of 7 levels, or, decks designed for galaxy gliders. Here, as there is on all gliders, there’s a game area. It sets just below the bridge and above 2 levels of engineering, computer, and lab equipment. When used by troopers, recreational facilities and a small arena keep spirits fresh. “You want to see the g

Introduction: “Zap! Ka pow! Zwee!” Celia Weed flew and was off to wreak havoc at another ball field, golf course, or park. RNA Goof had fired his mutant multiplier. An invisible ray blasted turf. Dirt exploded. “Missed her,” Goof groaned. Second-graders Chad and Oree team with Goof the grass gnome. To Doral’s Blue Monster, to Fenway, to Dallas where the Cowboys play the Titans, then to Winged Foot and across the bay to Philadelphia Eagles Saturday night game of the wee

“Trouble, my dear doctor,” Ze says softly. “It means these two have found their share of difficulty, as have I.” The Dark Lord looks his son’s way. The caves of Boregador helped bear Borzoyle Ze three, fine progeny. FaSloth and Gort helped raise the infants to young adults and then young men. Boregador was a good home in good land. Though now, if he was to return, the caves would be no more than memories. “What kind of trouble?” Borauk asks. “We were caught on Tu Tee 4

Golpher tells his spooky, Irish story. Page 1 Let me begin. We were at the base of mysterious mountains in Ireland. On a swing through Europe, Jinx and I traveled with furry Chip, perfect Putt, and Lucy. We were playing a sand-filled, 9-hole par 3 layout west of Wicklow Mountains and south of Dublin. The course was lush and green. With us, Lucy was only 8. The daughter of Dr. Cern and Edna Peale, Lucy was bright. She liked to laugh, liked trophy jewelry, and played gre

“We found this today sir,” the soldier says. “Then, we did lose a man inside, sir. Dreadful, in the caves, it speaks General Yea. Shades of Gondohl ghost-takers, there’s a demon that talks, clearly.” “Huh,” Tauk huffs. “I laugh at the thought, soldier. I hate to lose any man in battle, much less to lose one who wandered in a cave. A demon talks? Pugh!” “It does sir. I tell you, as my life depends on it,” the man goes on as they walk. Tiekus mumbles. His arms swing an