pt. 32

(CIA Underground)

Dixon: Where's Sydney at?

Jack: I don't know. Why are you asking me?

Sloane: (walks over to them) We've just received word that Sydney has been kidnapped in Cuba.

Dixon: We have to go rescue her.

Sloane: Actually, we can't right now. We're sort of under a lock down.

Jack: What? I have reservations at Hooters in an hour!

Sloane: Well, you see,…..my mini me kind of got an attitude earlier…and sort of went all evil on my as and locked us all in here. But we should be out of here in no time. Besides, I've sent Marshall to go save Sydney.

(Later that day…)

Vaughn: (phone rings) Agent Vaughn,

Marshall: Hey Vaughn, its Marshall.

Vaughn: Hey. (hangs up) (phone rings again) Agent Vaughn.

Marshall: Why did you hang up on me?

Vaughn: I thought you were done talking.

Marshall: Ok, nevermind. I need you to go to my computer. And don't hang up on me!

Vaughn: Geez, you don't have to be rude. (walks over to Marshall's computer)

Marshall: Ok, go to the main menu, there's an automatic prompt and you need type in c/fiskd/jsdfidie/dsod and then find the heat satellite and type d/sdfjdi.fdifk.eidk and turn the radioactive frequency on.

Vaughn: (listening while looking around the computer) Where's the on button at? I think your computer is broken. Hey, how were you able to get your son to walk on the moon? I wanna sign my kid up for that.

Marshall: Do you have the satellite feed up?

Vaughn: (staring at a blank computer screen-looks around) Yep. (pulls out some snacks and starts eating) So what's it like in Cuba. Do you think Sydney would be mad if my baby was a girl and I named it Lauren? Oooh, I could if it a cool name like J-Lo, but it could be like M-Va. I don't like the name Ben though, I hate people named Ben.

Marshall: (frustrated) Which coffin is displaying heat?

Vaughn: (looks around ) Um..the 69th one. (laughs)

Marshall: There's only 8 fresh grave plots!

Vaughn: Ok, then the 8th one.

Marshall: Are you sure.

Vaughn: As positive as the pregnancy test I took.

Marshall: Want?

Vaughn: Yeah, the little read bar moved when I peed on it.

(CIA Undergound-Meeting Room)

Sloane: So…..anyone have anything to report? Um…(looks around) Where's Vaughn?

Jack: He made himself pass out by practicing Lamaze breathing.

Sloane: Why was he doing that?

Jack: Beats the hell out of me.

Sydney: Vaughn and I have information on his dad. We need to go to Munich and require a hard drive. But it has to be top secret. Agreed?

Jack: Ok.

Sloane: Ok. (gets on loud speaker) I need a price check on two airline tickets to Munich. I repeat, I need a price check for two airline tickets to Munich for..Mydney and Saughn.

Jack: (checking his email) I can't believe all the junk mail I get. New cure for radioactivity disease, only $19.95. Like I'll ever be needing that. (deletes it) Oohh, increase a full cup size. Oh wait, it increases your chest size.

Sloane: Hey, forward that to Sydney.

Sydney: What?

Sloane: What? Our budget is tight and we can't keep affording to pay extra for those push up bras with the extra padding.