4-Grady-Rumpy

"Oh, come on, Earl. You know Burt owes you for getting him out of his slump."

"What's the point?" Earl asked, shaking his head. "Even if he said yes, which he won't, why would it be a big deal? People see him all the time in Perfection."

"That's the thing, though!" Grady said excitedly, stepping around his partner's desk. "They don't. You of all people should know that Burt Gummer is not the kind of guy to be in the lime light. He does some survival classes but those are serious business for him and he never does stuff like take pictures with kids or sign autographs."

Earl stroked the stubble on his chin, allowing himself to give Grady's words some thought. "Even if that sort of thing worked, Burt would never do it for the same reason he isn't doing it now. The man just doesn't like people."

"But," Grady responded with a grin, "he loves his town. And they are harder up than we are. If we offer a substantial donation to the town of Perfection, maybe..."

Earl's brow furrowed momentarily. "You know," he started, looking up at his business partner, "I'm probably going crazy but that actually sounds like it just might work!"

Grady beamed, grabbing the older man's shoulder and shaking it slightly. "Now that's the Earl Basset I know and love!"

Returning the action, Earl stood. "I mean, a meet-and-greet with Burt Gummer might not be enough to put us up there with seeing a T-Rex, but it'll be plenty to keep this place afloat for a bit."

"See, you've gotta have more faith in me!" Grady said. "Who's the brains of this operation after all?" he asked pointedly.

"Me," Earl responded with a crooked grin, "but you have your moments."

The younger man laughed. "Come on, lets' call up the old Gummer and see if he's crazy enough to help us in this mess."