THE BOOBA TIP

Hey guys and gals, whoever's out there,

I just got a lead on Ali Booba!

So I deem a little side trip to Bar-lin will be necessary, under the circumstances. I pray the almighty D up in the heavens I'm not falling into a trap, like he did once. But what can you do? It's only by going there that I'll find that out.

Someone who bought something in an store up there — Barlin — told me that the guy he got it from does business with a man who holds an emporium, somewhere in Africa, who said one of his buyers deals with a merchant who's apparently supplied in goods by a caravan leader who ounce bumped into another caravan leader, in the desert, whose camels had been supplied by Booba Enterprises. How 'bout that!

I'll let you know how that goes; if it isn't a hoax, or a devious plot to liquidate me.

While I'm there, and on my way to Barlin, I've been dismantling The D-pad — Dickster's apartement — and I've come across a cocktail he'd invented, probably for the babes he brought home. It was cleverly hidden on the underside of the mixer. I've tried it and it's darn tootin' good. If you want the recipe, just let me know.

Oh, and wish me luck!

Jack Stack.