Captured Look

Defending firm turf influencer Leo Fong took a second acknowledging his boiling springs stakes. “To keep New York strong and a winner I have conjured up Nimmo the angel to show his powers and,”

“And what?” A maiden known for claiming stood up screaming at her television monitor, “put an ominous dude out of the money!”

This rhetoric moment spanning the airwaves rattled Leo Fong’s Tavin, and the aristocratic monarch quickly found a place for the trusted magical royal staff, passed down his family tree into the affluent businessman’s hands.

“A.I. Sofster, while developing software, discovered a show starring angelic Nimmo’s, the fast-track guardian and I have him under contract,” Leo Fong’s monologue stirred emotion.

Concluding claiming and asking questions maiden Miss Neo, out of the money retreated, sitting peacefully on her living room sofa designed by Kaymus, a winner.

Reviewing the morning newspaper, realizing Leo Fong stood his firm turf during the address, Miss Neo frustrated, grumbled about the maiden special weight show theory dropping the hint, paradise wins.

“I guess, I have to hope for greatness to get out of the money status,” she whispered when in a second a serene spirit came and invaded the setting.

“Once I was in a photo with that winning lemon peppa stepper, angelic Nimmo and,”

“And?” Miss Neo inquired before the two started to talk

End Day One

Dining on nineteen oysters and the famed My Frenchman prepared steak, Tepeu a winning human artistic sculpturer felt sluggish, “where can I get good medicine in this place,” he hoped his honest claiming would find an ear.

Suddenly a mosquito like glow buzzed around the God legend, “I am angelic Nimmo, and I know your work defending beauties’ firm turf.”

“Who sent you?” Tepeu inquired.

“Leo Fong,” angelic Nimmo replied, “his boiling springs stake kettle erupted, and it created a bramble blaze putting the investor out of the money.”

“Let me get this straight, you want me to create a magnificent creature with a luring daring photogenic personality.”

After completing the order, angelic Nimmo rejoined the fast-track lifestyle visiting the lonely royal seamstress, a winning fabricator who made herself isolated behind the sewing machine.

“My dear needle and thread,” the angelic Nimmo called out, “do you have a second? The save the flag issue can wait.”

“What can I do for you?” The royal seamstress asked.

“I need a nice outfit for Tepeu’s newest figure.

Accepting the claim check, getting what he wanted, the angelic Nimmo headed out into the concrete jungle heading beneath the earth, boarding provided moving transportation. Capturing his corner eye angelic Nimmo spotted subway Susie, out of the money.

“Are you the archer or the prey in this underground show?” Subway Susie confronted the stranger.

“I am,” the angelic Nimmo seemed stunned, seeing the glass jar open without a top.

“Go inside,” the maiden with special weight invited.

Once settled, angelic Nimmo heard the door close and subway Susie stared into the window container, smiling a controlling grin.

A few minutes passed and they all arrived signaling subway Susie depart the train and walk the firm turf towards Brook Mesa, a nice tranquil place highlighting the park station. Seeing Miss Neo relaxing on a bench the rising cover siren waved ‘hello’.

“Look who I separated from Leo Fong and his boiling spring investment,”

“You are truly a serene spirit, subway Susie,”

“Should I let our little angelic Nimmo go?” Subway Susie asked, “since he is now out of the money, we can have him play Misty and,”

“And?” Miss Neo added.

“Attach golden wings and tell him to do an Irish jig,” Subway Susie suggested, “call his show, Alas Dorados.”

Then hearing branches rustling the two turned to see Tepeu enter with a gorgeous friendly companion, “meet Leslie Humor, a winning comedian performing nightly,” he greeted producing another character.