Disclaimer: The characters in this story are from Scarecrow and Mrs. King and do not belong to me. All material is fictional.

Author's Note: In this story, bad guys from the episodes Fearless Dotty and Odds on a Dead Pigeon join together to put an end to Lee and Amanda. We also have a character from To Catch a Mongoose join in on the adventure! Thank you so much for reading, and I hope you enjoy! :)

CHAPTER 1

With shaking hands, the shoe salesman twisted the leather sandal back and forth on his customer's foot, trying to force a very small shoe onto a very big foot. He ignored the woman's glare, his mind completely focused on the conversation he was hearing a few feet away.

He lifted his arm and wiped the sweat off his forehead with his sleeve, his hands continuing to shake vigorously.

He had overheard two men quietly talking amongst themselves. They stood in a remote part of the shoe store, and although their eyes were on the shoes, their attention was on each other. Conrad heard their words unmistakably clear.

"We need to kill him. Lee Stetson."

Conrad breathed in sharply, immediately recognizing Lee's name. Lee had helped him when he had gotten into serious trouble with an international terrorist named the Mongoose. He remembered being absolutely terrified, the Mongoose threatening to kill him if he didn't do exactly what the Mongoose wanted.

Conrad thought that the Mongoose would kill him for sure, but then his old school friend, Amanda King, arrived to help with the case. Without hesitation, she threw herself into finding a way to help him. Lee Stetson stood by her side, even rescuing her when the Mongoose had taken her. In the end, Lee and Amanda caught the Mongoose, sending him to jail for a very long time.

Conrad glanced at the two men in the corner of the store.

"I tried to get rid of Stetson, but it ended up in disaster. Stetson put me in prison, again!" the smaller man ground out. "Seven years was a long time, but serving more afterwards..." He pierced his lips together in anger.

"What went wrong?" the larger man asked, his voice harsh.

The smaller man pushed up his glasses. His dark hair was in stark contrast to his white skin. "I tried killing Stetson by hiring a woman to look like somebody he worked with. I paid thousands of dollars for plastic surgery, voice lessons, everything." He shook his head angrily. "She ended up dead."

"Waste of money," the larger man retorted with disgust.

"It would have worked, if it wasn't for Amanda King. We had Stetson, had him right where we wanted him. Karen was about to put a bullet in him, but then that stupid King woman messed everything up!" the smaller man ground out, his voice rising in anger.

"Gordon," the larger man spat out. "Keep your voice down." He looked around the store, only seeing a pale shoe salesman struggling with the foot of an angry customer. "I know how to handle Stetson. I've dealt with him before. The King woman too. I won't miss this time." His lips pulled back when he smiled, yellow teeth showing from under his mustache.

Conrad never considered himself a brave person. No one, for that matter, considered Conrad a brave person. Hearing a plan to kill Lee scared him beyond measure.

"How are you going to do it?" Gordon asked eagerly.

"If making someone look like Amanda King almost killed Stetson," the mustache man snarled, "then using the real Amanda King will kill him for sure."

Conrad gasped and coughed, dropping his customer's foot. He covered his mouth with his hands and abruptly stood up, trying to control his trembling. He looked at his customer with wide eyes.

"Are you sick or something?" the woman asked, looking at Conrad up and down, leaning her body far away from him.

"No, um,... I'm fine." Conrad answered, his voice shaking. He sat back down and again covered his mouth. He stared at the woman in stunned horror.

Conrad's answer didn't matter. With an equally horrified expression, the woman treated him like he had rabies and was foaming at the mouth. She gave Conrad a weak smile, picked up her old shoes, and quickly walked out of the store in her socks.

Conrad Walter Barnhill took deep breaths in an effort to calm his nerves. His legs shook as he stood up. Briefly glancing back at the two men in the corner of the store, Conrad quickly left the shoe store and did the only thing that he could do.

"Arlington, Virginia, please," Conrad stated, his sweaty fingers tightly squeezing the handle of the pay phone. "Yes, I'm looking for Amanda King."

TBC