SOS Gab & Eti 1.20

Indomitable Gabriel has got himself another intriguing contract this
time inspiring to move the lighthouse at the Putter Land Mini-Golf ever
since he saw on the TV how Laverne & Shirley moved the Elegiac Theater
for Urban Outfitters which looked like a system employing a series of
metal tampons with black wires as best as Etidorpha could figure with
her large  magnifying glass used on the picture re-printed in the
Bullamanka Herald-Journal. Gab figures if a bunch of rad clothing
retailers can move a theater, well, golly, he can move a little old
thirty-foot high brick lighthouse especially since he has D. Glaucomo's
younger brother, Nicetryus, who used to sell used baby clothes out of a
tent down near Ike’s Bait n’ Tackle willing to assist as long as Gab
promises to share in the industrial kef crop in the barn basement slowly
making lots and lots of money beneath halogen rays, which Gab also
picked up from cable, ever since Gab got the streetlight installed out
near the monumental loo the power has been plentiful, he has been
wearing sunglasses, and the rutabaga farm income not so great and Rush
Limburger being a booster to the means justifies the end -- so Gab has
this idea he can build a electronic grav-lev device he read about in a
technical manual on extraterrestrial telekinesis to slip under the
lighthouse (Gab is convinced these devices are used to teleport pumpkins
at the local Ag school) and with the aid of fifteen graphite lubricated
cum-alongs and a giant stuffed American Coot, which seems to be the
official mascot of PLMG, move the cumbrous brick and stucco tower to the
south south-west forty-four feet nine and three-quarter inches to make
room for encroachment of the Splutter Land Water Park and National
Walrus Shooting Gallery as if it were a stick of limp celery, a
candidate for au-natural herbal based VitaGro if I ever saw one (a mix
of gingko, bloodroot, and sassyfrass), like the leafy stick Gab used to
illustrate his revolutionary engineering concept by pushing frenched
fries around in a pool of wet ketchup on his dinner plate. . Altuna has
been hiding out with a dry beef bone in the attic all week being overly
sensitive to sparking mechanisms ever since the Nicolai Tesla power
transmission experiment.