Originally Posted by
MisterV
Axl had a bad feeling, so he called his CPA.
He'd previously given his and all of Cake Cream's full power of attorney to the CPA to manage their money; they preferred to spend their time smiling, shaking hands, and thanking each other for being who they thought they were.
Uh oh: the line was a non-working number.
Axl hopped on his Vespa and putted to the CPA's "office," which was really a stall in a neighbor's cow barn: Bessie was there chewing her cud but the CPA was now MIA.
Axl asked farmer Brown where the CPA was, and the farmer hitched up his ovealls, chewed on some straw and said "He moved out. Said something about "Suckers are born every minute."
Distraught, Axl went to the bank where the CPA had entrusted all of the funds and soon learned all the accounts had been closed, the money was gone.
Axl smiled, shook the teller's hand and chilled in the bank lobby for a few minutes, then he went to DQ for a strawberry blizzard.
Fortified, he returned home to tell Cake Cream the news, but upon entering they all swarmed him, blowing party horns and sand "Happy Birthday, Axl" in perfect harmony.
Axl smiled, shook their hands, and chilled: the news could wait, partying had priority.