Maximillian iz reekin' havock in Burr-maw!

Maximillian: For some time now, I have been delayed by the Burmese Security Forces out at the "Farm."

In order to allay suspicion, I have been instructed to demonstrate that we are actually growing figs.
Can you see the figs above my head?
These are not your ordinary figs. Oh no. They are much, MUCH, more.

General Mi-Chin has even gone so far as to plant decoy corn.
Since corn is the plant du jour for biofuels, this will be an easy way to distract the border guards.
You can see the corn in the photo below.
This corn is not your ordinary corn, oh no, it is so much, much, MUCH more.

Yee gads! Enough of figs and corn! It is past time for me to depart for the harbor. The freighter will be nearly set to sail! I cannot disappoint my friends and loved ones back home. (Especially the lovely Kellie!)

Whew! I guess I misjudged the acreage in this hamlet. I better hurry. Hurry, hurry, scurry, scurry! Crikees! Sounds like mice or something. Mice???? Did someone just say MICE????

(Dr Tweety interjects: Oh fur crime-ninnieez sakes! My brudder cannots keep hiz eyez on da prize! "Get it togedder you crazee Burr-man!")

Maximillian: There really is a light at the end of the tunnel! I'm pretty certain I see the ship.


"Doctor" Tweety, you think I cannot hear those snide asides?

I see the freighter! Really! Ummm... at least I think I do.

General? Did you happen to notice a modest boat parked down at the club? The one that weighs in the 'general' vicinity of say, 65,000 millions of tonnage?

Egads! If the General is going to delay my trip until the freighter passes inspection, the "onlee reazonabull ting to do" will be to sample a small portion of the goods.


Ahhhh, this is more like it!

Dr Tweety: Oh I justee cannots beleevz it! He iz dat close to gettin' da ship-mint home & what doez he doez? He layz down on da jobby!