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of the staff of this website...so why am I writing this?
Author's Note: Thank you to everyone who reviewed! Don't stop! Keep it up! I had a little trouble trying to decide which character to bring in next. I hope that this satisfies you, I will try to get someone off the wall next.
~~Chapter Six~~
I popped a few Excedrin into my mouth and swallowed them with a glass of water. The pounding in my head subsided after a few minutes. I kept thinking about the potted plant I was getting after this stupid charade was over. This whole ordeal. How did I get involved with the Brother's Grimm Fairy Tale Mafia? This was insane! All I wanted to do was retire in Bermuda, not spend my life playing scrabble with Snow White's stepmother! Why was I doing this? What direction was my life taking? But the bigger question was...did I want a fern or ivy?
However, this question was answered for me about three seconds later when my door opened and who should walk in but my little Mafia friends. They must have been in good moods because their suit were in a slightly grayer shade of black.
"Dr. Higgenbotham?" one of them said to me. I wasn't quite sure which as they both looked identical.
"Yes? Good afternoon gentlemen." I gestured to a couple of chairs and they took their seats.
"Dr. Higgenbotham, I do hope you are comfortable with ferns, we seem to have run out of ivy in our potted plant collection."
"That's quite all right, ferns will be fine."
"Oh, yes, and the million dollars...do you accept Mastercard?"
"Sorry, only American Express."
"Damn. I guess we'll have to revert to the ol' money in the briefcase trick huh James?"
"Yes, James I suppose we will." They were both named James? Oh well, I had just given marriage counseling to a frog man and a ditzy princess...I could handle anything...even a couple of Mafia hit men in mirrored sunglasses.
"Dr. Higgenbotham, the reason we're here today is to express our pleasure in what you have done for us."
"Yes, you see the Brother's Grimm has been trying to get Prince Charming back on his feet for years. We've tried everything..."
"...Massage therapy, lattes...Prozac..."
"...But none of it worked."
They both turned to each other and smiled. "Now that you have worked with him, his whole outlook has changed."
"He has fallen madly in love with some advertising executive here in Manhattan, and has been organizing a Dragon's Protection Agency (or DPA if you prefer) and a Princesses' Liberation Front (or PLF) to prove his devotion to this woman. It's fabulous!"
"The Frog Prince and his Princess were on the verge of divorce..."
"...now you come in..."
"...and you wouldn't believe the change!"
"They have redecorated their castle with a sort of, Amazon theme..."
"...and are shooting a commercial with Listerene Mouthwash next week!"
"The Evil Witch is still up to her old tricks, which is fine...I mean, how can you have a fairy tale without the villain?"
"Except that each time she captures someone she's willing to set them free if they can beat her at Scrabble." They stopped and stared at me. "We haven't figured that one out yet, but all the same she's doing well."
I rearranged a few of the pens on my desk, "Well, I did the best I could."
One of the gentlemen adjusted his tie, "We have only a few more characters for you. We really do appreciate you help with this Dr. Higgenbotham."
"Of course, gentleman." We all rose from our seats.
"Good day Dr. Higgenbotham."
"Good day."
Author's Note: Thank you to everyone who reviewed! Don't stop! Keep it up! I had a little trouble trying to decide which character to bring in next. I hope that this satisfies you, I will try to get someone off the wall next.
~~Chapter Six~~
I popped a few Excedrin into my mouth and swallowed them with a glass of water. The pounding in my head subsided after a few minutes. I kept thinking about the potted plant I was getting after this stupid charade was over. This whole ordeal. How did I get involved with the Brother's Grimm Fairy Tale Mafia? This was insane! All I wanted to do was retire in Bermuda, not spend my life playing scrabble with Snow White's stepmother! Why was I doing this? What direction was my life taking? But the bigger question was...did I want a fern or ivy?
However, this question was answered for me about three seconds later when my door opened and who should walk in but my little Mafia friends. They must have been in good moods because their suit were in a slightly grayer shade of black.
"Dr. Higgenbotham?" one of them said to me. I wasn't quite sure which as they both looked identical.
"Yes? Good afternoon gentlemen." I gestured to a couple of chairs and they took their seats.
"Dr. Higgenbotham, I do hope you are comfortable with ferns, we seem to have run out of ivy in our potted plant collection."
"That's quite all right, ferns will be fine."
"Oh, yes, and the million dollars...do you accept Mastercard?"
"Sorry, only American Express."
"Damn. I guess we'll have to revert to the ol' money in the briefcase trick huh James?"
"Yes, James I suppose we will." They were both named James? Oh well, I had just given marriage counseling to a frog man and a ditzy princess...I could handle anything...even a couple of Mafia hit men in mirrored sunglasses.
"Dr. Higgenbotham, the reason we're here today is to express our pleasure in what you have done for us."
"Yes, you see the Brother's Grimm has been trying to get Prince Charming back on his feet for years. We've tried everything..."
"...Massage therapy, lattes...Prozac..."
"...But none of it worked."
They both turned to each other and smiled. "Now that you have worked with him, his whole outlook has changed."
"He has fallen madly in love with some advertising executive here in Manhattan, and has been organizing a Dragon's Protection Agency (or DPA if you prefer) and a Princesses' Liberation Front (or PLF) to prove his devotion to this woman. It's fabulous!"
"The Frog Prince and his Princess were on the verge of divorce..."
"...now you come in..."
"...and you wouldn't believe the change!"
"They have redecorated their castle with a sort of, Amazon theme..."
"...and are shooting a commercial with Listerene Mouthwash next week!"
"The Evil Witch is still up to her old tricks, which is fine...I mean, how can you have a fairy tale without the villain?"
"Except that each time she captures someone she's willing to set them free if they can beat her at Scrabble." They stopped and stared at me. "We haven't figured that one out yet, but all the same she's doing well."
I rearranged a few of the pens on my desk, "Well, I did the best I could."
One of the gentlemen adjusted his tie, "We have only a few more characters for you. We really do appreciate you help with this Dr. Higgenbotham."
"Of course, gentleman." We all rose from our seats.
"Good day Dr. Higgenbotham."
"Good day."