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Chapter Six: Coco Meets the Chairman

Meanwhile, DX was having so much fun with their water balloon launcher that somehow they forgot to keep an eye on Coco. She grabbed a water balloon of her own and wandered back to the front of the lot and over by the cash table. It just so happened, Vince had set up a folding chaise lounge for himself, and had stretched out like King Farooq and gone to sleep. Coco saw him right away, ran over and planted the water balloon right in the Chairman's crotch.

Vince doubled over. Coco shrieked and bounced up and down in excitement as the chairman swore a blue streak and finally managed to stagger to his feet. He took one look at the chimpanzee and lost it.

"WHAT THE HELL IS A MONKEY DOING HERE?!"

At his shout, DX looked around frantically. Coco was nowhere to be seen. Shawn and Hunter looked at each other.

"Uh-oh..." they chorused, and ran out from their hiding spot and around the front of the building. The rest of the superstars and Divas all turned towards the cash table, save for a few that were somewhere else.

Mark Henry stopped trying to overturn Carlito's car when the chairman yelled, and decided he'd better go see what was going on. Carlito decided not to waste his good fortune; he started his car and peeled out of there as fast as he could.

John and Maria had been enjoying a moment alone when Vince hollered, and regretfully separated and headed up front again. On the way, they met Shad and Michelle, who hadn't been seen since Shad had chased her around back about ten minutes earlier. Michelle had a smug grin on her face, while Shad looked like he'd won the lottery ten times over.

Mickie and Armistead were still behind the car wash building, basking in the aftermath of an extremely fun bit of 'private time', with Armistead leaning against the wall and Mickie curled up next to him. They too separated regretfully when the chairman yelled, and straightened their clothes before going up front. By the time everyone was near the front, muted laughter could be heard.

Vince was standing by the cash table, the crotch of his pants soaked. It looked as though he'd had an accident.

"WHAT THE HELL IS THE MEANING OF THIS?" he roared. DX saw the results of Coco's water balloon attack, and Triple H spoke up, a smart-aleck grin on his face.

"Well Vince, I think that much is obvious." He paused and grinned at the assembled superstars. "It means Vincey's not ready for big-boy pants."

The WWE Chairman looked like he was about to pop a vein at Triple H's remark, while not even The Undertaker, as stoic as he was, could keep from at least cracking a smile. Mickie collapsed against Armistead, hid her face in his chest, and squealed, smacking her fist against his shoulder.

"WHO'S RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS ANIMAL?" Vince yelled. Triple H and Shawn sheepishly stepped forward. Vince nodded.

"I might've known." He glowered at them. "GET THIS THING OUTTA HERE!"

Triple H and Shawn took back possession of Coco and headed off. It took a few minutes for them to gather everything together and for them to make the rounds, letting the various superstars say goodbye to the chimp. With DX and their simian friend gone, Edge seemed to visibly relax, and his tow truck arrived soon after. He didn't say goodbye to anyone; he simply made sure his car was ready for towing and then climbed into the cab of the tow truck.

About an hour after Edge left, the car wash shut down for the day. As Armistead leaned against his car, Lady hanging her head out one of the back windows, John walked over to him.

"Hey, a bunch of us are gonna get cleaned up and go out for dinner in a little while...maybe hit a club later on tonight...are you and Mickie up for it?"

Armistead was about to reply, when Mickie saved him the trouble.

"We might meet you guys at the club later, but dinner's definitely out. I've got something important I need to discuss with Luke."

John nodded and headed over to his car, where Maria was waiting. As Armistead and Mickie got in his car, he turned to her with a questioning expression on his face.

"What's the important thing you need to discuss with me?"

Mickie gave him a mischievous grin.

"Stamina...in other words, how much of it do you have?"

Armistead grinned at her. "Let's put it this way, darlin'...enough to know we probably won't make it to the club tonight; we'll be far too busy."

"Very good answer," Mickie giggled.

Later that Night

Adam Copeland pulled into his hotel parking lot later that evening in a very bad mood. He got out of his rental car and slammed the door, heading for the hotel entrance with a black look on his face. The rental car people apparently thought they had a sense of humor...he was now driving a Ford Edge.

THE END