2- Another Day
The sun rose. 001 and 002 were the first to wake up.
"Well, our room is secure," 001 said. "They probably won't be putting anything else in. Can't say anything about the others."
"Others?" Queen Anne asked.
"I don't know how many other Agents of L.A.M.P. are in here, but there are two per room," 002 said.
Haunt woke up. "Well, there's still room with me." She laughed. "Oh, great, they're here."
Haunt fell silent. Something was shuffling in her room.
Roughly forty-five minutes later, Haunt spoke up.
"Carousel horses?" Haunt asked, irritated.
"Ahem!" A feminine, gangster-esque voice said. "I believe you're forgettin' someone."
"Oh," Haunt groaned. "This is Swing."
"No, no, no," Swing said. "I ain't the whole of Swing. I'm just the brains of the operation."
Haunt groaned. "You haven't met her. She's a decent walk away from either of us."
"I get a good view of Ol' Baron from where I am. That big wooden beast. He made quite the racket rumblin' through." A chuckle. "Did I tell ya that Tilly made someone hurl?"
"That's enough!" A sharp voice said.
"Tilly?"
"The tilt-a-whirl." 002 said. "Got her last year."
"I hated her. Bragged about her "kill count"."
002 shook. "Hear something?" 001 said.
"Faintly!"
"I'm not spending the winter with... ugh!" A sharp female voice said.
"I think I know who Tilly's roommate is. Viper!"
"And don't tell me to calm down, old man!" Viper shrieked.
"Viper, there's no need for such commotion," A calmer male voice said.
"That's Baron," 001 said. "He's the oldest ride in the place."
The red-haired man strode in through the door. "Mr. McGroarty, is it?" Jim said.
The man nodded. "Call me Robbie."
"All right, I've read your resume and... you'll be a perfect fit for maintaining our attractions."
"Wait till I tell Mom and Dad," Robbie said. "I can get a job after college."