Team McBob

Ok, they said that he went to somewhere in Europe. They didn't know where.
So, we left and have been searching ever since. We have found out he is not in Paris, or New Zealand.

Team McBob

hey! you remember how he was in africa? well, he isn't there anymore!

we forgot to chase him there and just remembered a few days ago, but now he is gone. i guess we will have to ask the secret underworld of the star-nosed moles where he is. (or at least, for a hint)
um... i forgot. you aren't supposed to know about the SSSNM (Secret Society of the Star-Nosed Moles). well, okay, please don't tell anyone. pleeease.

hello

is anyone still reading this?
if so lease comment on this post

Santa

Ah! Yes. i'm back.

and you can post on what i should write about. hmm... i wrote a story... a random story... it is turning out okay, actually... should i post it?

anyway... i will write an article about santa and the real story. (if he was real)

Moderating Comments

I have now turned on Moderate Comments, so that if someone, *cough*(jimmy moon)*cough*cough*, keeps posting inaccurate crap in the comments I will be able to review them before they go published, and choose IF they get published.

Team McBob

Ok, Agent J. told me that I got some facts wrong, and that they put up a gallant fight, but, I'll just let you read it: "it was an intense battle before he brought in 12 H.O.B.O.S.(hard objects block offending stew)
and they were able to cover McQuak and give him time to escaoe in his lime helicopter once again.".

Right now, we have tracked him to Africa and he seems to be hiding in basements again...

Team McBob

Team McBob had great fun busting in the door to that random guy's house this morning. They rushed in, excited for the chase they were expecting, and ran downstairs. McQuack was hiding behind a inflatable mini house, (it was deflated), but smashed Agent J. on the forehead with a wooden beam, and took the air pump for the house, and sprayed a open bag of flour (don't ask me why French people have such random things in their basements) in Bob's face, so he looked like a raging abominable snowman. Then bashed him too, just for good measure, as he was climbing a tower of pickle jars up to the window, which was just a little above ground. S, sadly McQuack has expertly evaded the FBI once again.