Chapter 3
"Okay. Could you tell me the plan just one more time?"
"Sure, Jeff. But this is the last time. We use these toilet plungers to scale the side of the building, cut a hole in the sky window, repel down on this dangerously old rope, use the greasy man to deactivate the laser field, and then just walk right in. You know the rest."
"Don't you mean a greaseman?"
"No, silly Jeff." Tamble corrected, sexy as ever. "A greasy man."
"Where are we going to get one of those?"
"That's where you come in."
"But what if I can't find one?" He complained.
"Look. This isn't exactly as easy as cake for me either. You definitely made my sunglasses WAY too medium for comfort."
"I guess I could find him, then."
-2 Hours Later –
"As you can see, he is a VERY greasy man." Jeff proudly pointed at the man who was so greasy that you could see your reflection in his face."
"You know what?" The greasy man shouted, "I want to know what the hell is going on! I'm just a bus driver and you dragged me up…"
"Don't worry Bob," Tamble interrupted, "everything will work out great with your help."
"And another thing! My name's Larry!"
"Shut up Bob."
To Be Continued…