Pam the Manager demonstrated her proficiency in Focker Management Principles by showing up for work dressed as a firecracker. (We think that’s what she was dressed up like. We’re not sure but it didn’t seem polite to ask.)

Right to Left: Clear Example of Evolution

Pam made monkey noises in the parking lot for a while… while the BFM and the BFBM remained stubbornly silent.

Perhaps it was a response to the stress of trying, and failing, to converse with her fellow primates. Perhaps Pam was simply a bit overwrought
by having to trip over all the 4th of July sale TV’s that Jan and Q dropped at the front door last night.

All we know is, one minute, Pam was saying “Ooh ooh… eeeee…eeee… eeee!” to the monkeys. The next minute, she was waving a gun in the parking lot.

Armed & Dangerous: Ma Barkerfocker, Her Monarch 1131, and the '71 Made-in-the-USA Getaway Car

Fortunately, this sort of thing doesn’t alarm the average Fockershopper.

In the Spirit: A Patriotic Bon Vivant

Which, if you’re one of the three Big Fockers, is an announcement that’s even more exciting than a visit from Santa. It means the beginning of Serious Work on the warehouse foundation.

The guys from Skyline Drilling arrived with an Armageddon drill bit in tow.

Harry Stamper: I will make 800 feet. I swear to God I will. Colonel William Sharp: Then let's turn this bomb off.

The Focker Chess stakes were raised considerably today. How many gigantic pieces of machinery can you get on a postage-stamp sized scrap of dirt with cliffs on three sides? Let’s see!

First, Skyline Drilling… drills.

Shannon Morrell strikes a saucy pose as Skyline prepares to bore the first hole

Next, Donny the Don (not to be confused with Don the Don but… right. We know. You’ve got the, er, drill) hops on the backhoe to push the dirt over the south cliff.

Into the breach, dear friends

Then Donny scrambles off’n the backhoe and onto the track hoe to place the tomato cage.

Doc and Leroy supervise the planting

Finally, two or more gigantic Tonka toys move out of the way to make room for the Thompson Redi-Mix truck and the concrete is poured.

Leroy,? and Doc fillin' the hole

Here’s Jan’s action video, as seen from the inner sanctum of Shack v 2.2:

Sadly, we missed the photo op of Doc holding a clipboard and orchestrating this very impressive game of Focker Chess. Sadly, Doc didn’t have a clipboard. Maybe we’ll get him one and take a photo tomorrow.

Meanwhile…

The Fast Boys of Morrell Construction finished up the siding on Shack v 2.2.

Sean, Shannon & Michael whip it into shape

By the end of the day, we had a little Hardiboard Shack in the Ozarks, surrounded by a forest of tomato cages.

Eat your heart out, Laura Ingalls Wilder.

A happy Fockershopper with his new passenger

Fockershoppers are a famously resourceful bunch. This gentleman came to the store this morning to buy a vacuum cleaner for a friend and said, “Hoo boy! Oughta be a hoot to get it home on the bike.”

Natually, we all had to abandon the store (with camera in hand) to see how that went.

A few rope tricks and bungee cords later, he was ready to roll.

“Does your new biker babe have a name,” we asked?

“Yep,” he replied. “Hoover. She’s a sucky bitch.”