Weekly Drabble Challenge

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Rules:
1) A drabble is, by definition, a 100-word story therefore all responses should be 100 words exactly, no exceptions.
2) You may also choose to respond to this challenge with a five-minute sketch.
3)PLEASE put the word DRABBLE at the top of your post. That way people can easily spot the drabbles in amongst any reader comments they receive.

RATING:I don't think this should be limited so reader beware that they could be any rating (you could put it in the subject line if you feel it needs it)

PLEASE try to remember to make each drabble a comment in response to the original post. That way, if the comments start to collapse, the drabbles themselves should remain visible.

I can't get the idea of Bertie as an accidental slumlord out of my head, because he'd be so furious when he found out.  Please write whatever this suggests to you.

Comments

[godsdaisiechain.livejournal.com]

DRABBLE Bertie is stymied

Bertie wrinkled a quizzical nose. “I say, Jeeves, this invoice for ‘services rendered’ puzzles, if not stymies. What led Wooster to purchase ‘new roofs, working boiler and to repair broken casements’?”
“I took the liberty of visiting the property when some, ahem, ‘persons’ came to remonstrate with you. I deemed these expenses to be necessary for the upkeep of your property and well covered by the existing rents.”
“Rents?”
“Yes, sir.” Jeeves began to gather the papers that had scattered across the room.
“Wooster owns a….”
“Tenement, sir. You won it playing darts.”
“Did you plant flowers and apologize, Jeeves?”

[with-rainfall.livejournal.com]

Ha! Oh, Bertie!

[godsdaisiechain.livejournal.com]

Thanks! and nice avatar!!

[random-nexus.livejournal.com]

Oh, excellent!
:D

[godsdaisiechain.livejournal.com]

Thank-you, old egg.... you are very kind to my humble efforts

[random-nexus.livejournal.com]

DRABBLE: Bertie And The Embezzling Property Manager

Bertie stood on the cracked, rubbish-strewn pavement, fists on hips, chin a bit jutty, steadily going from gobsmacked to dismayed, to livid.

“Jeeves!” Bertie said, slightly high-pitched, pacing back and forth.

“Sir?” Jeeves, as ever, was calm and cool.

“Jeeves, I…” Another attempt, strangled by rage.

“Yes, sir?” Another even response.

“This is absolutely beyond the pale!”

“Indeed, sir.”

“Mr. Coneybear was right!” Bertie was furious with a scattering of dismay.

“Yes, sir.”

“I’m…” Bertie gestured frustratedly. “A bally slumlord!”

“Not knowingly, sir.”

“To my attorney’s office!”

“At once, sir.” Jeeves nodded and led the way back to their cab.

[godsdaisiechain.livejournal.com]

Mr. Coneybear! What a gem... hopefully he gets a heap more purple socks out of this.

[random-nexus.livejournal.com]

I'm absolutely sure he will get at least fun socks, if not a lot more.

Thanks, old thing. ;D

[godsdaisiechain.livejournal.com]

You're most welcome.... it's always such a treat when you begin your drabbly rounds...