Chapter 2

Johnatan Haveitall – the mayor of Beauvillage, was not exactly calm right now. In fact he hadn´t been for about two hours. This year´s annual Outdoor sales day was going as planned, the people from Beauvillage and the businessmen and salesmen from Cygnuville were completly happy with the event – as he could tell while peeking from the window of his office, from where he enjoyed a wonderous view on the numerous stands on Town square. What was keeping him so uncomfortable right now was not the event, or the various sales going on there. It was the person, who was currently occupying his guest seat, that Haveitall politedly offered. A tall, thin man in his fifties, he was dressed in a stylish violet suit, which also revealed a bright orange shirt and around his neck was a brilliant silk light-blue scarf – an elegant touch. The briliant purple hat he wore was placed on Johnatan´s table and the custom-made rosewood walking stick – which he scarcely needed was placed besides the chair he was occupying. His thin face had a small, elegant mustache which he was twirling with the fingers of his free hand. Dispite his age, his short hair was jet-black and combed maticilously and shined with the generous ammount of hair-gel, he must´ve used. His sparkling green eyes were looking at the mayor brightly.

"I hope the event is in full course by now, Johnatan."said Jean La Jolie – the mayor of Cygnuville, in a quiet, silky sort of voice while sipping his wine happily one leg crossed over the other elegantly.

"By the looks of it, it sure is..."nodded mayor Haveitall.

"By the way, this is some delicious wine you´ve offered me. Délicieux, what brand is it? I swear it must be French."asked La Jolie in a nonchalant manner.

Mayor Haveitall surpressed a laugh. The wine he offered him was the wine, that Michael Miles sold to him just two weeks prior.

"If I told you... you probably wouldn´t believe me."answered Haveitall with a small chuckle.

Interpreting this as a joke, La Jolie joined him with a chuckle of his own.

Indeed, he would hate to see La Jolie´s reaction, if he told him that this is a wine made by Tibetian Monks – as Miles told him so...

Jean La Jolie was a upper-class, no-nonsence, snobbish traditionalist extremly proud of his French heritage. Much like his father – who was the mayor of Cygnuville before him, he carried himself and acted as nothing short of a noble. From what Haveitall knew, he did indeed come from an old French noble lineage, though those times were long past. However he was a capable man, fit to govern the beautyfull city of Cygnuville and he did oversee many projects and financed many events that gained him incredible popularity within the political circle of the nation – particuraly the conservative party. He wasn´t a bad man, but his slightly snobbish demaneour sometimes made him a difficult person to converse with. He was incredibly proud of his town and wasted no time in singing its praises on every possible oppoturnity. Only today did Johnatan finally realize why was his predecessor – Evan Ripgrab on such bad terms with the La Jolies, particuraly his father – the former mayor of Cygnuville. Johnatan had to admit to himself, that after the last hour during which La Jolie bragged about his big town and its various culture projects, the famous and influential people he knew and was on first-name terms with, offending many other towns and even smirking at Beauvillage in his very office – even he, Johnatan Haveitall who was ussually a very calm and peace-loving person, was having a hard time in keeping his cool.

"What made you decide to visit our small town, Jean? On this day the mayors ussually stay home to oversee the event in their own towns."asked Johnatan, hoping to steer the conversation away towards a more pleasurable subject.

"Oh, well... I left all the work home to my deputy-mayor, just so I could come along with my fiston. I was interested in what work was done in your town, since I´ve last been here."he answered smiling pleasantly before taking another sip of his wine.

"That must´ve been a long time ago."nodded Johnatan kindly.

"23 years back, actually. When I was still being taught by my Papa in order to take over his business and the mayor´s chair of course. When that pourceau Evan Ripgrab ran Beauvillage. And now we found out just what he really was – a criminal and murderer."said La Jolie, recalling the Bunglewood case.

Johnatan Haveitall nodded solemnly.

"Yes... I was just as surprised as anyone when I found out just how much he was involved in, in his game of greed and power. I had no idea, that right under my nose – eversince I´ve moved here – was my parent´s murderer."he said with a hint of utmost hate.

"But there is another tale I heared about concerning that case. The Green Knights of Beauvillage. I heared, that you were one of them."said La Jolie eyeing him with curiosity.

Johnatan smiled, remembering the old days when he, Luther, Philip, Matilda and of course, Balthazar were doing all they could to stop Ripgrab´s schemes.

"Well, we had the greatest leader."he said earnestly, smiling at the mere memory of Balthazar Bunglewood.

"Une histoire incroyable, Johnatan. In fact, one of our directors – Steven Hirelberg, voiced his wish to make a film about this. Even George Bookas said, that it may be extremly inspiring for some new project of his, well since those étrange Gzorbials are at their end..."

Johnatan flinched. THE most famous movie director of the country AND THE most famous storywriter – the creator of the Gzorbials and Dragon Lord, taking an interest in this?

"Anyway, I wasn´t very much impressed by what I´ve seen here, Johnatan. I expected this town to be much more modernized. I realize, that this is ultimately better than Ripgrab´s industrial dream, but really... it looks more like a big city suberb than a town. I realize you have many new adds to the town, like the aquapark but aren´t you going too... vert in your views for Beauvillage?"

Johnatan´s eyes betrayed a hint of angry annoyance.

"We fought for this, Jean. Beauvillage doesn´t need to be some extra modern town. It has its own beauties and curiosities."

La Jolie smirked before taking another sip of wine.

"Its true, that your town has curiosities and was mentioned in many recent situations, but you have done nothing for the art of this country. You have no celebrities, or famous people."said La Jolie as though coming to the point.

"We have our own people who are amazing and exceptional."replied mayor Haveitall coldly, glaring his snobbish collague.

La Jolie chuckled to himself.

"Of that I´m sure, Johnatan. But ARE they famous? HAVE they left a mark on history? ARE they doing something, that will leave a legacy to the generations that will come after us?"

Johnatan was doing all he could to remain calm, but really... it was starting to be impossible.

"Too much, as Chichi Tofu would say."he thought to himself even as he was trying to calm himself down.

Suddenly he realized something, that made him smile.

Mayor La Jolie took no notice of this, only sipped more wine happily. After a small moment, he gasped happily and reached into his pocket and pulled out his cellphone, which was ringing.

"Oui ... excellente, Jaq. Nous sommes sur la bonne voie."

Johnatan quirked an eyebrow. Having spent most of his childhood Upcreek Valley, where over half of its inhabitants speak French, Johnatan understood French. However for some reason he couldn´t fully grasp – perhaps because of the time he was in Beauvillage and didn´t use it – he was now unable to speak it, merely understood what was spoken.

La Jolie finished his wine and stood up.

"Come with me downside, Johnatan. You will see, what I´m talking about."he said as he put on his briliant purple hat.

Johnatan smirked to himself.

"Yes, Jean. And you will see, what I´m talking about."

La Jolie fixed him with a curious look. Johnatan however only smiled pleasantly.

"Its time you see real heroes."

...

The scene on the Town Hall square indeed looked amazing. Most of it was completly full in stands of various kind. For simplicity´s sake, the mayor decided that this year the square and the stands built upon it should be divided into four sectors, each holding something – one was holding various equipment, electronic objects, basicly something for every home handymen. The second held something for the ladies, the various clothing stands, beauty parlors – procured by Cygnuville specialists, stands that presented various jewlery and other fashionable objects, even the boys found something there, since there were two or three stands which held fad objects and stuff which the boys of Beauvillage would find highly "cool". The third held many things for pleasure and relax – make-shift cafés, a game arcade, various attractions for kids and teenagers alike and of course Beth´s Burger Palace stand, where Beth Hubbub was already catering to the needs of many people, who´s bright excitement have allowed them to forget, that food was a neccessary thing in life. The fourth was a market with grosseries from both Beauvillage and Cygnuville – a perfect chance for the mothers to get goods which would help them prepare incredible foods for their beloved families. As always, most of Beauvillagers were present and wasted no time in looking around the various stands, chatting happily among eachother and of course the various visitors from distant Cygnuville. Many also used this oppoturnity to close business deals with eachother, forger projects and fashion projects that would deliver some added bonuses to their ussual income – something which was the very reason of starting this tradition a century back.

The younsters of Beauvillage were looking forward to this occasion perhaps more than anyone else. Following the ring of the last class-bell of the day, both the elementary students as well as the high school ones positively raced from their classes in order to get home for their savings which they would gradually spend here. And of course, Lola and Chichi Tofu, along with Phil Conners, Lily Robins, Billy Hubbub and April Spock were no exception to the rule. Though thistime around the gang did not go together. Instead they divided according to their interests – Phil and Chichi raced down the electronics sector at top speed, gasping and breathing dreamily in their technological paradise, Lola and Lily on the other hand took their time happily, checking out the various fad stands that both Beauvillage and Cygnuville had to offer, then moving to the more importaint thing – clothing and beauty parlors, Billy on the other hand went along with the best friend from his class – Steve Rowan, both checking out the various sports goods that Cygnuvillians brought in, April moved along the various stand with Chloe – both girls chatting happily as they picked up a few sweets. The group would later regroup in the Hidehole as planned. All took note of a sector, which brought great interest to many of the teens of Beauvillage – The Privacy sector, which was set as close to the Town Hall as possible and was guarded by four policemen, Wiseman relieved of his intended plan upon the plea of his uncle – Mayor Haveitall. The reason, though supposed to be a secret was somehow leaked and now all of the teens of Beauvillage knew, that this year´s Outdoor sale would be special, due to the presence of some of the country´s top celebrities attending – brought to Beauvillage at the request of Jean La Jolie, who just arrived at the sector with Mayor Haveitall. The sector was a simple stand, located in front of the Town Hall podium, and inside was a kind of a refreshment bar, with simple chairs and a large table, where the celebrities could spend their time before exiting the stand to surprise the people.

The surprise however wouldn´t be much surprising, as La Jolie grumpily commented as they walked into the tent.

"Well, ya´know Jean. This is a small town, nothing is kept secret around here. Way too many people talking if you understand..."replied Haveitall grinning sheepishly, forgetting to mention that it was HE who leaked the information to Frederick´s Brotherhood along with the instructions to make it as public as possible – something the three teen boys did with incredible efficiency.

"Well, no matter. Johnatan, it gives me great pleasure to introduce my special guests."he said dramaticly gesturing to the four people who were busy conversing with a young teen boy, who seemed to be politedly amusing them.

Johnatan eyed them carefully. The teenage boy was tall for his age, much taller than Johnatan himself, thin and dressed in cassual blue pants and a dark green turtle-neck sweater. Like La Jolie himself he had briliant jet-black hair, yet longer – so long in fact, that he tied it in a loose stylish ponytail and his face was a pleasant one – Johnatan could only imagine the reactions of the teenage girls of Beauvillage when this boy stepped out of the tent.

"My son, Jaq."said La Jolie gesturing to him as they all turned towards the two mayors.

Johnatan nodded, as the boy´s face turned to them sporting a brilliant smile.

"Papa. At last you´ve come."he said brightly as his father returned him a warm smile of his own.

Johnatan however paled a bit as he had not trouble recodnizing La Jolie´s other guests – though he knew who would come, actually seeing them infront of him was nothing short of amazing. The four men all eyed him with expressions of bright interest. Two of them were older than Johnatan himself, one a bit younger around his late thirties and the last one was the youngest nearing the end of his twenties. Johnatan couldn´t help but gap as La Jolie gestured proudly to each.

"This is Christopher Gee..."he said gesturing to the one who looked the eldest of them, a tall old man, the thinning short white hair shilghtly parting at the temples, he also sported a brilliant short, neatly trimmed beard which matched the color of his hair.

Johnatan only stared wide-eyed as he watched his most favourite actor – a man who in his long career had starred in countless movies all around the world – flash him a kind smile and nod as he shook his trembling hand.

"Mayor Haveitall, a great pleasure."he said in an aristocretic voice.

Johnatan only nodded dumbly.

"Pleasure is all mine, Mr Gee."he said weakly.

"Here we have Milton Weasel..."La Jolie carried on as the slightly shorter man stepped up, his hand outstreched.

This one was almost as old as Christopher Gee, and yet he gave out a sence of everlasting mischievous youth even if his appearance spoke otherwise. He also had short white hair and bears, but his was much shorter and unkept – natural one would say. He also wore glasses on his pleasantly smiling face, his blue eyes twinkling happily as he shook hands with the mayor.

"A great honor, Mayor Haveitall."the country´s top comedian, critic and also an actor had said grinningly.

Another man stepped towards them, his hand also outstretched. This one was in his late thirties and a very known face and name in the music business – being one of the country´s star singers.

"Adam Brians, mayor Haveitall."he said, shaking Johnatan´s hand – his shoulder long dark blonde hair waving from side to side as his pleasant face sported a good-natured grin.

Johnatan was feeling almost completly stunned from all the star power, that ammassed in the tent, whereas La Jolie looked positively in his element as he gestured to the last one, a fairly young man who was still sitting at the table, politely waiting his turn.

Now Johnatan positively gasped. This man, this young man who stood up was without a doubt the most wanted bachelour in the country and for obvious reasons. He was well built, sporting a small black mustache and wavy medium-length black hair which he hid under his black hat. He wore glasses, which during his teenage years earned him a lot of teasing and bullying – only to have proven all of them wrong, when he followed his dream and became an actor – an actor who´s fame grew merely after a few movies – skyrocketing him towards the stars. However he seemed to be a mellow fellow even after all the fame, remembering where he came from and being extremly polite – something, which was completly opposite from the characters he ussually played, including his most known one – an infamous pirate.

"And last but definitely not least, Johnny Jack."announced La Jolie as the young man came infront of them.

The young actor was dressed more leisurely than his collagues as though reflecting his age. He wore long black pants, blue plain sneakers, he wore a bright blue t-shirt, which was covered by a simple short-sleeved black jacket, matching his pants and hat. On his forearms were various fad objects including a matching black wristband, which had two yellow smileys on its sides – one a smiling face, another a frown.

"How about we sit down, mayor Haveitall? You look quite weak in the knees."he said good-naturedly as the mayor nodded dumbly and the group turned towards the table sitting down on their chairs.

"I trust that you have been enjoying yourselfs while you waited for us."said La Jolie kindly.

The four men nodded.

"Your son and your daughter took care of that nicely. We were just enjoying a most pleasant conversation."said Christopher Gee, gesturing to the two respective mayors.

"We also highly enjoy the refreshments your humble little town offers."added Adam Brians kindly taking a sip from the fruitshake wine, that was present at the table along with various snacks and fruits.

"The strawberries are incredible and this wine is positively out of this world."nodded Johhny Jack taking a few strawberries into his hand and leisurely placing one inside his mouth, giving out a sound of contentment at the sweet taste.

"Those come from the Tofu´s garden. I´ve asked Mrs Tofu to give some for the occasion. I´m happy that you like them Johnny."chirped Angela Haveitall, who returned to the tent with a number of supplies and accompanied by Rodney Philips, who was helping her carry them and who gapped a little at the sight of the celebrities, who upon their arrival at once insisted on being on first-name terms with both Angela and Jaq.

The mayor Haveitall smiled at the sight of them as Rodney flashed him a gesture of greeting.

Answering to the curious looks at the cassually dressed newcomer, Johnatan gestured to him.

"Everyone, this is Rodney Philips – our long-time resident, teacher..."

"And all around good guy. We bumped into eachother as I was bringing the refreshments and he insisted on helping me."finished Angie, flashing her companion a radiant smile.

"Oh it was nothing, really. I´m just glad you didn´t injure yourself as you fell down."he replied nonchalantly, though scratching his short black hair and blushing slightly.

"A mellow fellow indeed."nodded Milton Weasel with a smile.

"Judging by the blush."he added with a wink, as everyone looked to him.

Sharing a small laugh, the celebrities invited Rodney to sit down with them, making him blush even more.

"Oh no... I couldn´t..."he started before Angela litteraly pushed him by the shoulders into one of the chairs.

"Oh, don´t be silly Rodney. Of course you can."she said rolling her eyes behind her glasses.

"I have heared about you, Mr Philips."started Milton, ignoring his boyish sheepishness and getting the attention of all present, who eyed him with interest while Rodney looked positively stricken.

"Your works on social critics have reached me and I must admit, I liked them very much. In fact judging by the works I expected someone older."he said, leaving Rodney blushing beet-red.

It was a well known fact, that among his many activities Milton Weasel was a great authority on social critics and studies for many years since he began his career. And to Rodney Philips, he was something of a role-model since his teenage years. Angie took some time t aqquaint them all with Rodney, whom she knew since early childhood and who even ended up being her homeroom teacher when she attended Beauvillage High almost 8 years back – when he started to teach there.

As a lengthy conversation started, Jaq La Jolie turned to his father.

"Puis-je être excusé, Papa? Je veux aller voir les stands."he asked and at his father´s nod excused himself politely to the others and left the stand.

The conversation was a spirited one and Johnatan Haveitall was secretly glad that the celebrities enjoyed Beauvillage and didn´t look down upon it. As it shown, La Jolie was a bti wrong about the town not having popular people, or the town itself seen as boring – much to La Jolie´s surprise. It seemed that each and every celebrity had their reasons to visit Beauvillage. They were intrugued at the happenings of Beauvillage most recently the drug case and more importaintly the Bunglewood case. The Green Knights of Beauvillage were one of the legends that reached them but also as Christopher Gee remarked, there was a rumor about a talented young boy-genius that lived in Beauvillage. Others remarked about a rumored ecological family, and an infamously greedy person that seem to liven up the town like no one else. Johnny Jack remarked, that he was unfamiliar with most of these rumors but they captured his interest and was incredibly curious about meeting these people.

"...I have heared about some incredible, detective Brotherhood that is operating here."said Adam Brians after Angie and Rodney finished telling them about the Tofus.

"Oh, that is true. A special brotherhood of crime-fighters was born here just a few months ago."nodded Johnatan, while La Jolie looked stricken, shocked even at the way that the conversation moved on.

Suddenly four men entered the tent. Two were dressed in work overalls, one in farm clothing and the last one who seemed to be leading them was dressed in a black suit, had a large black hat and a long black beard – looking like a rabbi. The only thing that was peculiar about him were the blue sunglasses gleaming on his eyes.

"Good, the three of you may go. And don´t forget – inform me of anything out of the ordinary."the rabbi like man said to his three compagnions, who nodded and left the tent.

Everyone at the table was shocked and puzzled as the man stepped closer to the table. Well, except Johnatan who flashed the man a proud smile, while Rodney and Angie had trouble keeping their laughter under control.

"Gentlemen allow me to introduce Beauvillage´s hero – Detective Frederick Wiseman."he said proudly as Wiseman pulled down the fake beard and the hat.

"A great pleasure, famous – people. But right now its Rabbi Abby Hawwy. Remember that we have a situation on our hands, mayor Haveitall."nodded Wiseman before turning to the mayor as the celebrities now wore a look of shock.

"THE legendary Detective Wiseman?"breathed La Jolie in pure shock.

"The leader of the Brotherhood of the Wise?"breathed Adam Brians.

"The man, who solved the greatest unsolved mystery of the country?"asked Christopher Gee in shock as Wiseman came closer.

"The one and only."chirped Angie happily, rejoicing for her sweet cousin, who had gained incredible popularity.

Wiseman nodded and pulled out the chair, looking positively besides himself with joy at the praise. So much in fact, that he failed to notice, that he pulled the chair far too much behind himself and as he made to sit down fell down to the floor.

"Are you all right, Detective?"asked Angie as she moved to pick him up.

"Of course I´m all right, Ms Haveitall."he said hurriedly, blushing with embaressment as his cousin helped him to his feet and pushed the chair towards him, before he sat down.

Most at the table didn´t know what to make of this, but remembered some of the rumors about him, which described him as a genius of criminology, who often plays a fool in order to decieve the criminals.

"You mentioned some situation on your hands, detective?"asked La Jolie.

"Yes. A group of robbers in our town. I expect them to hit here, so I have my men under cover as part of my ingenious plan."said Wiseman proudly.

Everyone instantly realized exactly why they failed to see a single policeman save for those guarding the roads of Beauvillage and also the tent. And to think that La Jolie was complaining about lax security for the occasion. Everyone seemed to be incredibly impressed with the plan.

"So my men are scattered among the crowds in disguise and waiting for them to show up. As they try stealing something, we´ll grab them. Plus besides my men there´s still..."

Suddenly something screeched from his robes and he struggled to pull it out.

"Wise 1... calling Wise 1. Over."

Finally distangling it, Wiseman pulled out the walkie-talkie and answered.

"This is Wise 1, what is it Wise 3? Over."

"Reporting sighting of two strange individuals moving across sector 1. Over."said the voice of Tex Workalot.

Wiseman jumped out of the chair in excitement as the spectators gasped.

"Excellent Wise 3! Which way are they moving?"

A second of silence lingered.

"Towards Sector 3 I think."

Wiseman´s face shone in a derisive smirk.

"Wise 2, do you copy? Over."

"Loud and clear Wise 1, over."came the voice of Nick Meanfull, though for some reason he sounded angry.

"Are you near Sector 3?"asked Wiseman excitedly.

From the other side of the walkie-talkie he heared Nick growl.

"We´re IN Sector 3. The princess has to take time to get some sweets."he growled and the spectators wondered whether this was some sort of Brotherhood code.

"Shut the hell up, Nick. What´s your problem?!"sounded another voice – the voice of Mia Liferich – Nick´s escort for the occasion.

Instantly they heared another growl over the walkie-talkie.

"We´re on a mission, Mia! We´re supposed to keep a lookout and not gallop around sweet stands!"

"Its YOUR little mission not MINE! I´m doing you a favor so do me one and shut up already!"

"You should be gratefull I even considered asking you in the first place! I could´ve asked any girl in town!"

"Ha, as if. As if any girl in Beauvillage would go out with you and your giant nose!"

"Why you...!"

Wiseman swiftly switched the channel on the walkie-talkie as the spectators were shocked at the argument between a boy and a girl.

"Wise 4. Wise 4 do you copy? Over."he said hurriedly.

Now it took a while for the other side to answer.

"Wise... 4... copy... over..."came a voice, but for some reason it was a bit muffled and there were several smacking noises heared, a girly giggle and even a small moan.

Everyone was once more perplexed until another voice rang out of the walkie-talkie.

"ARCHIE! STOP SMOOCHING YOUR GIRLFRIEND AND FOCUS ON YOUR WORK!"yelled Nick´s voice at the top of his lungs – making several in the tent cringe.

"Sorry, brother..."sounded Archie´s sheepish yet slightly ashamed voice.

"Don´t you remember how importaint this is? What if the robbers show up?! Brother Fred said something about sector 3!"yelled Nick angerly.

"Some friend you are, Nick! Walking in on them like that. Who cares about some stupid robbers anyway?!"said Mia´s reproachfull voice.

"WE DO, WE´RE THE BROTHERHOOD OF THE WISE – THE PEOPLE OF BEAUVILLAGE DEPEND ON US!"roared Nick, but suddenly there was a clapping sound and Nick´s voice was muffled.

"Shhh, brother... remember – secrecy. We´re to keep a low profile."said Archie in a whisper.

"Right. I forgot."said Nick as though he just remembered.

"Let´s move towards this sector 3. Maybe we can find out what´s going on."suggested the calm voice of Emily Sweetlong.

"Excellent idea, Emmy sweetie! Brother Fred... we´re moving towards Sector 3."

Wiseman only sighed to himself.

"Copy that, Wise 2 and 4. Over."he said in a deadpanned voice.

Looking back at the spectators, who sported the looks of confusion – except Angie and Rodney, who were holding in their laughter.

"They may not be perfect, but believe me – they get the job done."he said firmly.

"BROTHER FRED! LOOK INTO THE MIDDLE OF THE SQUARE!"sounded Archie´s frantic voice over the walkie-talkie.

Moving as one, Wiseman putting on his beard and hat in the process the entire tent litterally raced outside.

Almost every single person on the square was now looking in complete stony silence as a large truck was parking its way into the middle of the square – overlooked by all the sectors.

Slowly, it backed and faced the stands by its back side. Every single person on the square shared a confused look, unsure what was about to happen. Only Angie smirked knowingly.

"Secret weapon time, huh Dad?"she thought as she looked at her father, who was staring there alongside of Wiseman and La Jolie.

Angie remembered the morning´s events clearly. Upon La Jolie´s phone call, during which he found that celebrities will be attending, he called in Nick, Tex and Archie and may them reveal that information. But soon after, convinced that Beauvillage will need a secret weapon, he swiftly picked up the phone and dialed up the person, who could without a doubt liven up this year´s event – Michael Miles. Miles, who took up to the task happily even said that he has something special planned. And it looks like they were all about to find out exactly what.

...

The people were silently approaching the back of the truck, wondering exactly what was THIS... Suddenly the backdoor started to fall down automaticly. In deadly silence some even backed away, fearing that something may spring from the truck.

As the door finally stopped, they revealed that the truck´s contents were blocked from view by a long black curtain – one that would ussualy be somewhere on a stage or theatre.

Suddenly a happy, overjoyed face of Michael Miles popped from the curtain a microphone in his hand as he positioned it over his mouth.

"I found out just what I neeeed – gimme a king-size of greeeed."he sang before dissapearing back into the curtains.

At once, music began to play – on drumms, base and an electric guitair, which were playing a melody from the popular song – Daddy´s Cool. As the people were starting to get the idea, some almost unable to believe that something like this was happening, others expectant on just what has the most (in)famous person in Beauvillage cooked up thistime, Lola and Lily were among the crowd – both looking slightly awed.

Now the curtain was parting revealing that the contents of the truck was – a virtual small shop filled with various objects. Howeven no one really paid any attention to that. What was standing out was Miles and two other men his age – all three dressed in pure white suits, which looked like a blast from the past - disco fad from almost 30 years back, all three even had wigs, that gave them an afro-styled hair look as they danced to the sound of the music with funny machine-like moves done by both hands and feet. Lola´s mouth fell open as Lily dissolved into a fit of giggles, even while there was a powerfull girl-squeal, done by almost the entire girl population of Town Hall Square, just as Miles took the microphone again and began to sing.

"Today´s a real special day... no ugly taxes to pay.

I have whatever you need ... trade ´ya for money and greed."he sang as his two cohorts took the microphones out too and sang along with him.

"Business...baby cool!

Business... very cool!

Business... business cool!

Business... money cool!"

Lola litteraly had to sit down, completly overwhelmed. NOW she understood Miles´ comment on giving a special present to Beauvillage.

"You HAVE to be kidding."she moaned eyeing the scene.

However, the people sped towards the truck, clapping, shouting and showing their praise as though this was some sort of a concert as the three men once more took the microphones. Some were even singing the song right along with them.

"Business...baby cool!

Business... very cool!

Business... business cool!

Business... money cool!"

As the song came to an end, the Town Hall Square exploded in cheers and happy shouts. Grinning, Miles took down the afro-wig and adressed the crowd one more.

"My dear Beauvillagers, honorable guests from far away Cygnuville – today´s a day which I concider to be the best day in the universe – and as such I have especially prepared something, so that we can enjoy this... Now I thought about renting a stand, but quite frankly – why settle for something small on such a happy day? So we brought a truck and we have EVERYTHING. Everything and anything you desire – various objects from all around the country and even world – Europe, Asia, Africa, Alaska – whichever country. Aaaaand with the help of my two respective associates – Trashbin..."he said gesturing to a well built young man, shorter from him slightly, who also took down his afro-wig to reveal a mop of short brown hair as his pleasant looking face took on a grin, his round sunglasses sparkling as he came closer and waved his hand.

"YO!"he said to the applause of the spectators.

"...aaaand Weedpatch."said Miles dramaticly gesturing to the other one, a plump chubby man, who had a long wavy blond hair and a hippie-kind of band on his forehead as he stepped closer and took the microphone from Miles.

"Peace to all the people in the world!"he exclaimed, doing a peace-sighn with his free hand as the crowd went wild again.

At one of the stands, Phil had to swiftly grab Chichi by the shoulders, for his best friend looked as though he might faint.

"Trashbin and Weedpatch...a...amazing."he muttered over the applause.

"Who are they, Chichi?"asked Phil unfamiliar with the two men.

Chichi fixed him with an awed look.

"Members of an incredible punk-rock band... Dr Quacko..."he answered in a distracted voice – his eyes glued on the stage.

Phil rolled his eyes – his best friend´s liking towards punk and ska music was becoming prominent again.

Upon the truck-stage Miles took the microphone back.

"So my dear people, come to our "stand" we so affectionatly call – Whatever - and buy buy and buy whatever you like or need. We´re open for business..."

As the crowd sprang into applause, the people in front of the Privacy Sector were standing there rooted on the spot.

"I have NEVER seen anything like this before."whispered Johnny Jack eyeing the scene.

"So some of the rumors were true..."nodded Adam Brians.

Jean La Jolie was completly white, as though seeing something that was out of this world. Suddenly he heared Johnatan Haveitall chuckle to himself.

"I told you, Jean... We have our own people who are amazing and exceptional."he said proudly to his dumbfounded collague.

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A/N: Phew, this chapter took a bit. I wanted some real celebrities to show, and I remembered that in the cartoon there was one case when a real world celebrity was mentioned, though his name was changed. So I thought I should take this to the higher level :D These celebrities perhaps even share a few traits with their real world counterparts - but all in all, the changed names and occupation is perhaps the only thing they have in common.

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