Dr. O'Bowen looked more than a little nervous as a bolt of energy soared from the Idol, into the sky…through the roof of the building.  Said ceiling started to smolder, casting off rancid smoke.

            "I told you that you should put it outside!"  The monkey said plaintavly.

            "Duh, you shut up…" 

            "Yeah, shut up…"

            "Or we'll hit you.  A lot."

            "WILL YOUSE BOTH SHUT UP!"  Moe screamed, then pointed at Molly…both of them. "Get them!"  He grinned, "Remember, the egghead said touch the spare first…"

            "Yeah."

            "Uh boss?"

            "WHAT!"

            "Which one's the spare?"  Moe stopped at that.

            "I am!"  Elizabeth said.  Molly got a grin on her face and waited until the goons had grabbed Elizabeth.

            "You just want to hog the credit!"  She said, "I'm the spare!"  The goons blinked.  Molly frowned. Maybe she had used to many words. "Me clone, her original."  The goons blinked and put Elizabeth down. 

            "Dah, you come here…"

            "Oh yeah, Come here…"

            "But wait a minute, what if she's lying?"  Elizabeth asked.  "You'd better call the police and find out for certain."   The goons blinked at each other. Elizabeth continued, "Because the police help you find lost people, so they'd know where to get the spare." The goons smiled with understanding and walked towards the office.  Moe seemed unable to breath, leaving Spigot to speak.

            "Whath are you DOING!"

            "Calling the cops."

            "Yeah, the cops."

            "To find the spare."  While this illuminating conversation was going on, Rebecca was looking up with a nervous expression at the cheery little flames dancing around the ceiling.

            "Baloo…"  She said.              Moe screamed, bouncing from one foot to the other. Walking forward, he grabbed Molly and pulled her over to the Gorilla.

            "Here!  She's the one!  Take her!"

            "But I'm-"  Molly said as she helplessly struggled in the goons arms.

            It was at that moment that the door burst open and Baloo, Kit, Dave and Kathy charged in.  Moe looked up in shock, then screamed.

            "Git 'Em!"

            "Yeah, Okidoki!"  The Gorilla said…and dropped Molly.  Moe screamed even louder.

            "No, don't drop the brat!"  Spigot meanwhile was backing off before a very angry Kathy.  She reached down and grabbed the smaller colonel, and smiled at him. 

            "Hello, General Grease Trap."

            "Spigot!"  Kathy got a bigger smile.

            "You know… my family has some wolf in it…so how about we compromise on a name…"

            "What name?"  Spigot said, kicking ineffectually.

            "Oh….I'm thinking…Lunch."

            "DUNDERRRR!!!!!"  Dunder looked over at Spigot and then back to Baloo.

            "Oh, I'm sorry Mr. Baloo, I have to go help the Colonel.  You can go on and rescue the young ladies."

            "Why thanks Dunder…"  Baloo said, charging past him. Dunder sighed and went off to save Colonel Spigot…and no doubt get sentenced to a firing squad…again.

            Meanwhile, Kit was dancing around the Rhino, grinning at him.

            "Look out!"  Kit shouted in fear.

            "Ah…huh?"  The Rhino asked.

            "The fuzz, the police!  They're after your boss!" 

            "Huh?"  He turned around, as Kit hit him from behind, as hard as possible.  Like a mighty tree, the goon toppled….onto Rebecca.

            "Get, Him….OFF OF ME!"  She screamed.

            "Oops…sorry Ms. Cunningham."  Kit said, and started pulling on the goon, when suddenly, a volley of machine gun bullets stabbed out, barely missing any of the participants. 

            "ALL RIGHTS! DATS IT!"  Moe snarled, holding his machine gun.  "ALL OF YOUSE!  STAND UP AND DON'T MOVE OR I DRILL YA ALL!"  he turned to Dr. O'Bowens.  "DOC!  WILL IT STILL WORK?"  The doctor nodded, looking at the sparking, glowing, idol.  He grinned, and looked over to where the two Molly's had been, and raised his voice.

            "OK GOILS…IF YOU DON'T WANT YOUR MOM TO HAVE A CAREER AS SWISS CHEESE, I WANT YOU OUT BY THE COUNT OF THREE."  He raised his gun to the helplessly pinned Rebecca.

            "One…"

            "Molly Elizabeth Cunningham!"  She shouted, "Don't you dare come out into the open."

            "Two…"

            "Here we are."  Stereophonic Mollysound again.  A grin on his face, Moe turned…and then lost it, looking at the two grinning Molly's.  The two grinning Molly's who were holding a fire hose.

            "What's dat for?"  He asked.  With twin Maniacal grins, worse then the high diver queen incident, worse then the Henry incident…even worse then the infamous Chemistry Lab Incident when the entire Cape Suzzette fire department had been called out.  In fact, Kit felt a desire to run for the hills… Molly Had a Plan.  Both Of Her.

            And This Was Not Necessarily a Good Thing. 

            "Do you know what happens to something hot when it's hit with ice cold water?"  Elizabeth asked. Moe abruptly dropped his gun.

            "No…hey, don't Do THA-"  His shout was interrupted as Molly turned the hose on full, and Elizabeth directed it to the idol, which put on an enthusiastic light display….before exploding into a thousand pieces. The shock wave picked Moe up and tossed him into the wall, where he went out like a light, but two other spears of energy sought out their targets…and connected.  

            The light went down…and everyone rubbed their abused eyes, as Molly and Elizabeth put out the fire on the ceiling.   Baloo looked over at Spigot, still hanging from Kathy's grip.  The bear took in the whole scene, and grinned.

            "Yah know Spiggie… if you leave right now… I might be tempted to agree with what ever you say if anyone asks me…"

            "Oh that's very good, Colonel." Dunder supplied helpfully. "That way the High Marshal will only have you shot once!"  Spigot opened his mouth, then looked up at Kathy, who made a whole production of licking her chops.  He deflated.

            "Very well…but you have not heard the last of Me, Colonel Spigot!"  He paused.

            "Uh…" 

            "What!"  Becky snarled.

            "Oh, The Glorious People's Air Force is out of money." Dunder said, "Could we borrow air fare?"  Grumbling, Becky gave it to them, anything to get them out of town. Then, as they left, her face changed, and turned bright red.

            "That…that means that they don't have any money!  The check, the check will bounce, when I get my hands on them-"

            "Relax, Beckers."  Baloo said, "Ya got your two kids…an that's what's important."

            "Yeah!" Elizabeth said. She and Molly had managed to teleport themselves, or teleport Dave to them, where each one had an arm, with no sign of relinquishing it.  Dave looked…nervous.

            "Well…" Becky said, when Molly piped up.

            "And this is so great—Elizabeth can go to school on Monday and Tuesday, and I'll do it, Thursday and Friday, and we can split the middle…we'll ha-"

            "Hold on, young ladies!" Becky said. "You're both attending school..full time!"

            "MOM!"

            "Don't Mom me, or I'll remember why I was thinking of grounding you!"  Both Molly's subsided.  Becky continued.  "And About Moe…"

            "Don't worry Beckers…he'll get his." Baloo said, looking down in great good humor. "In fact, lets go…he's gonna be loud when he wakes up."  Becky nodded, and everyone started to migrate out.

            "So, Dave…what are you doing tomorrow..." Molly asked. Elizabeth looked at him.

            "Yes, what are you doing tomorrow."  Dave gulped.

            "I don't know, but I think you're going to tell me?"  He asked, and gulped again, as he realized that both girls were eyeing him…like they were drawing dotted lines on him to see who got what.  He would have gulped a third time, except his throat was way too dry.

            Moe woke up to the sound of his goons.

            "Hey, he's awake!"

            "Yeah, his eyes are open!  Won't he be happy?"

            "Happy?  HAPPY!" Moe snarled, leaping up, "Why should I be happy?  The idol is busted the, the, the…."  He shook his head, in horror, but the sight stayed the same.

            Eight goons.  Four Gorillas, and Four Rhinos…all of them looking at him with identical looks of  idiocy. 

            "See? Now we'll always be with you!"

            "Yeah, Always"

            "Asleep and Awake…" 

            "Everywhere!"

            There were times to yell, and there were times to scream inarticulately and run for the hills.  Moe chose the latter.  Leaving a trail of dust, pursued by his hulking army of goons, he headed inland…he figured they would give up, and if they didn't…Moe could keep running for a while…for a long while.

            "Hey Boss!"

            "WAIT!"  and with that, the thundering herd vanished into the distance.

            EPILOGUE.

            James McWhirter III had enjoyed teaching science…a nice class full of well behaved students.  Until…Until…Molly Cunningham arrived.  He'd made the mistake of mentioning that teaching a girl science was like teaching a cat to read…and now, she positively lived for the moment she could catch him in an error.   She also lived for the moment she could exceed his lesson plan…in fact, in his charitable moments, he had to admit that she was practically at the college level…which didn't help his ulcer any.

            Still, this was the last class she would have with him, and it was the last class of  the day.  Had a new student today, though.  Elizabeth Cunningham…  A relative of hers? 

            "Odd."  He said, ignoring the sound of the students entering the room.  She'd never mentioned having a cousin.  He looked up over the class.  There was Dave (poor fool), there was Molly, there was Molly-  He blinked. He rubbed his eyes.  He blinked again.

            Two Molly's.  One on each side of Dave.  Dressed in the same style of dress.  Each one with one ribbon, of the same color, on one ear…a mirror image of each other. 

            "Hello…You are…"

            "Elizabeth, sir."  The one he'd sworn was Molly chirped.  She was polite…but then so was Molly.

            "Are you related?"  They looked at each other, then turned back to him.

            "Yes."

            "Identical twins."

            "Big mix up at the hospital."

            "I've been living with missionaries"

            "But now we know about her."

            "So I'm here!"  Each voice was identical to the other…the sense of humor was identical…the…three months to the end of the year…

            "Ahem."  He said, "Well, that's very nice…and could you all read chapter 8… I need to finish just a little paperwork."  The students got out their books, as McWhirter dug in his desk.  Where…ah yes, here it was.

            ARE YOU BORED WITH LIFE?  TRY A CAREER IN DYNAMITE TESTING!

            Yes, that was what he needed.  Less stress.  Far, Far less stress. He could call their number during lunch….  He looked up at Dave, and saw as Molly patted him on the hand, as Elizabeth glared at her and said something that sounded for all the world like:

            "This is my time… you get him at 3:30 and not one minute before."  Well, whatever it was, maybe he should give Dave the number as well…

            The End?