Hey, Al
Disclaimer: No one owns Delilah & Julius except the Academy, man.
Author's Note: This was written for humour's sake. I think Aloysius is cool, but I wanted to make fun of him anyway.
Al is a busy man. Every day, he hangs out by the pool, sipping ice-cold lemonade, before going to the kitchen to grab some sweet snacks, then lounging in the hot tub while watching TV. Despite his busy schedule, he somehow manages to squeeze in time to send dozens of agents from the Academy on dangerous missions, sometimes going in as back-up. Wherever Al goes, he goes in style, dressed in his marvelous green bathrobe that agents around the world dream of donning. Al's garb is untouchable.
But most of all, Al gives great advice to his agents.
(Flashback)
"Hey, Al. Tessa can't find the key and the building's about to explode."
Al was munching on a chilli-dog while listening to Agent Banks on his private cell. Just then, the Chihuahua he was babysitting leapt onto his lap, staining his bathrobe.
"Yoo stinkin' pooch, don touch zhat! On tha ground, boy!" Al commanded, his voice muffled by the hotdog. There was a long silence over the phone, then a loud blast.
Moments later, came the reply, "Phew. You were right, Al. That wire was live. We managed to hide in an underground basement and avoided the explosion. Thanks, Al."
"Huh- oh, right. No worries, man."
(Flashback)
"What's the matter, dude?" answered Al, enjoying a small container of fruit yoghurt, while reclining on a pool chair.
"Hey, Al. Agent M's gone mental, claiming he was abducted and brainwashed by aliens!"
While Al half-listened, the agent's high-pitched screeching caused him to spill some yoghurt onto his prized possession.
"O, shoot!"
There was a loud bang over the phone.
"Mission accomplished."
Al's a great guy. As you can see, if it weren't for him, I wouldn't be sitting in this cell with a bullet still lost somewhere in me body... Al MacDonald had a farm, ee-aye-ee-aye-oh... If you're happy and you know it, clap your hands... Yee-ha.