CHEEKY CHIHUAHUA TALES -- EPISODE 911

Burp, burp, burp resounded the burrito-filled mass of humanity at the local Taqueria one night.

'twas just a simple syncopated rhythm within 'em.  But the whining wails of the EMS sirens did not quell the mass hysteria.  And the cadence of the sirens whoop-whoops harmonized with the rumbling sound of airy regurgitation and the crescendo of staccato expellation(*).

Oh, the cruel, cruel comedic finger of fate did visit upon the appetites of many sorry souls that sad, spicy, salsa-tinged eve. 

The saucy secretary supped alongside the excruciatingly exacting executive. 

A bevy of babbling Bimbos and Bimbettes(*) blew blowzy kisses to the bodaciously buff boys of the construction crew. 

A fractious family of five fought over a scanty serving of garishly green guacamole. 

Noticeably noxious was the gargantuan group from Heavenly Haven Senior Sailors' Marina.  Their silver-tipped noggins nodded and bobbed as they were besieged by bubbling burps. 

Too polite to loosen their bombastic barrage, these colorfully coordinated compadres tempered the rising tide by boldly employing bodily containment. 

Alas, it was for naught, as the ancient Gobs and their weathered Gobettes did later attest. 

All Hell broke in unison past those barnacled bellies.  Yes, the containment level was breached, and a boffo, basso-profundo chorus declared its presence with scented vigor. 

A plethora of Paparazzi responded to record every nuance of emotion.  The National Guard's guerrilla squad arrived, masked and ready to revive all who were felled by the fumes of flatulence. 

The singularity of the situation became a rallying cry to pharmacists far and near:

   "In fizzy form or chalky chew,

   Bring it, thus, to heal the mewl

   Of young and old (especially old)

   Who thought it macho

   To follow nacho

   With potent burrito –

   Loaded with borracho-soaked beans."        

   The call was answered. 

   The doses divvied. 

   The masses bowed, and sought the privy. 

   A simple sigh surfed breathy waves

   And blessed the saviors with accolades. 

   For one must never doubt the might

   Of beany(*) bon-bons late at night.

So wags the end of another "Cheeky Chihuahua Tale."  

(Disclaimer: No animals or humans were severely harmed during this episode.  Words and spelling(*), however, appeared at the mercy and whim of the author.)