The next morning C Haggee woke to a terrible noise. It seemed like wild animals were out on her front lawn and there was a terrible racket, sounds of hammers pounding and saws cutting steel pipes. There was a bulldozer pulling down her picket fence and digging up her flower bed. "Hey", she screamed frantically wavbing her arms "Gets offn my property" A short, but rather rotund man, came up to her" Are you Cleopatra Haggee?" he asked. "Who else would I be screaming out here like this" "Mam, you are not the rightful owner of this property. The owner has sold it to OO oil and gas." "I'm not the owner? What are you talking about?" I've lived here for more than seventy years." "Mam it seems the Goonichi clan has the deed to the entire island, Mr. Daniel Goon sold the property in the best intersts of his family". "I ain't even heard of a Daniel Goon." " None the less mam, You have twenty-four hour to gather your belongings and then we start to tear down the house." In the background two men were busy putting up a large sign. On it were painted the words "Condemmed" The goons for owning the island (ha) fared no better. In the evening Sal's men position themselves around the goon camp. At seven that morning they started lobbing sticks of dynamite into the woods by the camp. The thunder of the exploding dynamite and the crashing trees surprised the sleeping goons, who didn't know what to think. They panicked running every which way in a confused daze. From the top of a bulldozer, beneath a hard hat,head, and heart, Sal laughed as they scattered in total terror. Sal had won this round, but the battle was not over. About an hour later Peter Goon met with his friends by the Goon Lagoon. They were furious and started looking for anything that could be used as a weapon to ward off the men encroaching on their peace and quiet. C Haggee stood looking as an oil derrick started going up in what seemed like seconds, where her petunias has been. the steam shooting from her ears. RC6