that and turned toward his grill. “Never mind!” said Stilton. “Cancel that, Phil. Instead, ax-murder a monkey and hump it three times!” Phil wheeled back to the window, a man who was just about reaching the end of his spatula. “Just messing with you, Philly,” said the Cheese. “But that’s a banana split, in case we get in the weeds.” “You girls do the ice cream,” said Phil. “I know, that’s why I was just messing with you.”
