Eloise and the Magic Elixir II

Eloise Takes Manhattan

Uncle Louie had no alternative but to take Eloise with him on his business trip to New York City. He only wished she had stayed in the hotel room.  

Since Eloise's transformation into Cochise, the Apache warrior, Uncle Louie has not had a moments rest. And neither would New York.

"And to your right, ladies and gentlemen," said the guide, "is the famous Central Park."

Eloise was sitting in the upper deck of the tour bus, staring up the length of the park. "Cochise like." she said. "Many squirrels in trees. I will hunt food."

"Hey! Whaddaya doin'!" the bus driver yelled. "You'll get killed. Use the friggin' stairs!"

Eloise leapt over the upper deck railing, and onto the hood of an idling taxi.

"Hey! Please to stop and be paying for damages!" the cab driver yelled. "I'm not liking you very, very much! May the gods curse you until you're not feeling very well!"

As Eloise climbed over the stone wall, and entered the park, an angry looking youth approached her.

"Hey, lady!" he said. "Fork over the handbag, and I won't hurt ya too much."

In a flash, Eloise had retrieved her knife from the inside of her polyester skirt and cut off the young man's ponytail.

"Hey!” the young man said. "You're friggin' loony!"

Eloise sat on a tree limb, tucking the ponytail into her brassiere, and watched as the young man scurried away.

"Cochise not like this friggin' place." she said.