The Box: Found on Paulsen-Knudson Caboose!
Foreman: I found that blim-blammin' Paulsen sleepin' on the job again, boss.
Old Man Knudson: Didja kick his blim blammin butt!?!?!
Foreman: No.
Old Man Knudson: Next time kick his blim blammin' butt. If his uncle gives you any goopidy-goo, you tell him I own 51% and I said kick his blim blammin' butt! Now whadya want?
Foreman: Said he didn't have nothin' to do so I toldim ta go clean up that old transfer caboose behinds tha car shap. So he came back and said someone left a big ole box on the back of the caboose.
Old Man Knudson: So?
Foreman: He saiid tain't no paperwork, but there's labels and most of the wordser too big for him to read.
Old Man Knudson: That ain't no surprise!
Foreman: He said one them labels sezits fulla "the gag-a-we Ink", whatever the rim-ram that is.
Foreman: And he says another label says he should open it right away!
Foreman: And he said it's makin' gurglin' noises like it's been o tin the sun and the ink's aboilin'!
Old Man Knudson: He opens that box
I'll kick his blim-blammin butt!
Foreman: Don't worry, I already toldeem not ta open it. He's gunna put it in the truck and bring it up to the office.
Old Man Knudson: You let him drive my truck again and I'm gunna kick
your blim blammin' butt!
To be continued...