So after we got finished with dealing with our Lawyer, S.O.Bee, Great Grandma Gee Gee invited us all back to her and Kevin's BootBox for some of her Highly Delicious and Mostly Nutritious Royal HoneyChew Krisp ™ Cookies and some Delightful Chilled Nectar (which was a good thing beecause, as I mentioned beefore, I was Amazingly Hungry).

While we were all sitting around her Kitchen Table, I noticed that ButterCup and Kevin (my Illegitimate Nephew) excused themselves and were standing in the other Room buzzing with each other over what looked like a Very Important Conversation about something Serious. Beefore they came back to the Table to have more Cookies, I saw ButterCup give Kevin a piece of paper, and heard her buzz, "You tell him. I'll wait outside."

"Fine," Kevin said.  ButterCup didn't look at me as she stepped outside. He had a Weird Smile on his Face as he walked back toward me. It didn’t look particularly Genuine, if you know what I Mean.

Kevin sat down next to me at the Table, looked deep into my Compound Eyes, and said, "Uncle Georgie, you're the best Uncle in the World, and I Love you, but... ." There was an Awkward Pause as he stopped talking for a few seconds and started eating a Cookie. 

"But what?" I asked him.

"Well, ButterCup asked me to tell you that you need to find a Job so that you can Contribute to the Grocery and Utility Bills while you're staying at her Place. She just cannot have you Taking Advantage of her Generous and Giving Nature while you're trying to get your ShoeBox and all your Personal Property, Real or Imagined, back from Felonie Snark and the Snark Brothers," he told me.

"A Job?" I asked. "ButterCup thinks I should get a Job? Like what kind of Job?" I asked.

"How the hell should I know?" Kevin said. "Also," he added,  "ButterCup asked me to pass along this Note.  It's addressed to you. It's from your Editor. So here - I suggest you read it."  

Then he gave me the Note. It said:

"Bee: I don't know where the Hell you've been, or if you think that you don't still have Responsibilities here at the Bee Times Gazette Journal Record…and Online News, you've got another Thing coming. I expect to see you in my Office Immediately if not Sooner... and don't bee late - or Else. - Your Editor"

"My Editor wants to see me??"

"Apparently so," Kevin said.

"What do you think he wants?"

"Don't ask me. Contrary to Popular Beelief, I'm not a Mind Reader," Kevin said, "but if I were you, Uncle, I'd make a point of going to his Office Immediately if not Sooner, instead of standing around here, asking a bunch of Questions we can't Answer - or Else. And, if I were you, I'd take off that grungy-looking Green String you’ve been wearing around your Neck . It looks Ridiculous."  (I never knew it was a Popular Beelief that Kevin was a Mind Reader, and I wish I hadn't not known that sooner. Also, I didn’t wanna bee Rude, but Kevin should know by now that Bees don’t have Necks. But whatever.)

"You mean my By-Prescription-Only Therapeutic Wool Warming Device that Nurse Beeatrice gave me when I was finally Released from the Clinic?" I asked.

"Whatever it's called, you should take that thing Off, and leave it here. I. You should also go without Potato," Kevin said.

"Leave Potato? But what if I need some Certified Emotional Support?" I asked.

"Don't worry. She'll bee fine right here waiting until you get back," Kevin said.

"Fine," I said.

So I did that.

When I got to my Editor's Office, I was pretty sure he was Highly Glad to see me, beecause when I walked in, he said, "Well, well, well, look at who finally decided to show up for Work. Where in the Hell have you been, bee?"

"Maybee you didn't hear that I'm just coming out of a Persistent Coma, and have been Overly Buzzy with some Legal Matters that have required my Immediate Attention. You see, I ... ".

"Let me just stop you there, bee," he stopped me there. "I know all about your Persistent Coma, and I also know that you've been Awake and capable of Working for weeks now."

"Working on what?" I asked him.

"You will bee working on writing a Series of Exclusive Serial Feature Stories in which you will share your Insights as a Recovering Persistent Coma Patient," he said.

“But I didn’t even think I worked here anymore,” I said.

“I don’t know what gave you that Idea, bee. You’re still a very Important Part of our Staff of Editorial Journalists.”

"You're Kidding, right?" I thought he was Kidding. 

"I don't Kid, bee," he said. “And I beelieve our Beeloved Subscribers would very much Appreciate hearing the Intimate Details surrounding your Persistent Coma, and your Alleged Subsequent Recovery.”

"But I don't seem to Remember much about beeing in that Persistent Coma. I mean, I Remember a few things, but everything is kind of Fuzzy, so I don't Think...".

"No, you don't. You don’t Think. What you do is Write the Feature Stories, and your first one is due on my Desk no later than the Close of Buzziness on Monday - or Else," he said. “Now get out of my Office.”

Geeeeze. What could I say? He's my Editor. "Fine," I said.

So there goes my Weekend.