posted: December 29, 2009
The plugs are a nosy bunch. They keep their eyes peeled and their ears to the ground (figuratively speaking). But unearthing the scoop is only where the fun begins: after all, the real joy of dishing the dirt is passing it along.

Being a stationary lot makes sharing the scuttlebutt a challenge and for decades they all but burst with the latest lowdown with no way to pass it on. The solution came in '48, when, for the umpteenth time, Wheezer snuck into Lolly's place while Herman was at work (that was when Herman still had a job) and Bruno, stationed across the street with his spinners fairly popping out of his noggin, couldn't bear to keep it to himself one more minute. He enlisted Boxer, top pigeon on the block, to play messenger and broadcast the skinny on Wheezer to all the plugs in the city. And thus the pigeon pipeline was created.

But today the news is explosive. Things are getting out of hand as word is carried from plug to plug by the panicky pigeons. It's shaping up to be a catastrophe of apocalyptic proportions!