Mindy coughed as Thomas pulled the blanket up for her. She and Carrie were going to stay home while Thomas and Chop Top were going to go to the radio station and get rid of what they thought was their only witness .
"You go on ahead, Tommy", she said. "I'll be fine. I need to stay and take care of Carrie anyway."
Thomas stood there unsure. Were his wife and his daughter really going to be okay? Mindy smiled as she pulled him down for a kiss.
"Everything will be okay, honey", she said. "I'm sure. Go on."
"Tommy!" Chop Top called. "Come on! We gotta get going."
"Go get her, honey", Mindy said.
Thomas nodded and gave her one more kiss before leaving.
"Come on, Tommy", Chop Top said with his crazy smile. "Let's go get that bitch."
Thomas and Chop Top stood outside the radio station. Chop Top giggled crazily as he put on a black wig to cover the metal plate in his head. He put on a pair of hippie sunglasses. Thomas looked at him wondering what he was wearing those for.
"She won't know it's me", Chop Top giggled. "She won't know it's me if I don't look like me."
Thomas shrugged as they went inside. He went to hide in the record storage while Chop Top took a seat in the lobby with the metal coat hanger he brought with him. He was going to distract her until he thought the time was just right to kill her. He wanted to see how much she knew about the killing.
"Hello?" they heard. "L.G? Lefty?"
The door opened to reveal Stretch herself. She wore a pair of Daisy Duke shorts with a denim shirt she tied in a knot at the bottom. Chop Top stuttered as he looked at her.
"Uh…I-I- I would like to buy some…radio air time", he said with his crazy smile.
"Are you fucking crazy?" Stretch asked. "We are closed! Off the air until tomorrow. You'll have to just…come…back…"
She stopped as she approached him.
"No, but…" Chop Top stammered. "Yeah, but… "
He didn't know what else to say to distract her. She sounded a lot nicer on radio. He looked around the lobby pointing at everything with the hanger.
"So…so this is radio land, huh?" he asked. "The infident turn of the waves for the ether fuzz roll on forever."
He giggled as he roared, giving Stretch an idea of what he was talking about.
"I know what you're thinking", Chop Top continued. "This is weird. How can I handle it? You know…"
Chop Top stood up as he picked something off the hook of the hanger and put it in his mouth, eating it.
"You're my fave. Me and Tommy, my cousin, we listen to you every night. Music is my life."
He started walking toward her.
"You know, you're my fave. But, I get too embarrassed to phone in my requests. Just too disembodied, you know?"
He lit the hook of the hanger with a lighter and stuck the hot metal under his wig where his metal plate was.
"But now that we're here in flesh and blood, I could maybe make a request and it'd still count, huh?"
"Uh-huh, sure", Stretch said while staring at him afraid.
Chop Top pulled the hanger out finding a small piece of his own flesh on the hook. He picked it off and put it in his mouth, eating it. A bad habit he developed coming back from Vietnam.
"Well", he said stepping closer toward Stretch. "What about…Iron Butterfly?"
He giggled as she backed away further from him.
"You know, like…Inna-Vida-da-Gadda? Oh that's heavy! You know, I've never been to a radio station before. Do you think you can do me a tour?"
"Tour?" Stretch asked confused.
Chop Top just giggled as he heated up the hanger and stuck it underneath his wig again.
"A tour?" she asked again. "Sure. But seriously quick and it ends at the exit sign."
"Oh boy!" he said excitedly. "Okay, sure!"
He looked around with a smile on his face.
"Here's your tour", Stretch said. "Here's your tour. This is a lamp."
She pointed to everything in the lobby.
"Here's a typewriter. Armadillo. Here's some flowers. Rolodex. Lamp."
She shined the light in Chop Top's face before pointing to the door.
"And there's the exit sign. Tour's over!"
Chop Top giggled crazily as he walked toward the exit. It was obvious Stretch wanted him to leave. She must know something about the killing. He pointed to the exit sign.
"E…" he started spelling. "X…I…T! Exit!"
Chop Top laughed as he scratched his head with the hanger hook. Stretch nodded.
"Goodnight", she said.
"Oh, goodnight", he said as he heated up the hook again.
"Goodnight!" Stretch repeated waiting for him to leave.
"Hey, what about my request?" Chop Top asked. "You know… that Lefty request record…that you honked out today!"
She started shaking knowing what he was talking about.
"I love that. Let's see…"
Stretch watched as he reenacted the tape, more scared than before.
"What was that anyway?" Chop Top asked. "The Rambo III soundtrack?"
He started walking toward her, scratching the wall with the hanger.
"Gonna play it again? I sure would like it."
He scratched the door to the storage room Thomas was hiding in, letting him know to get ready to kill her.
"Maybe I could get a copy", Chop Top continued, buying time. "And you could autograph it to uh…a far-out fan!"
He pointed to the room Thomas was hiding in.
"What's in here?"
"Record vault", Stretch answered.
"Oh, where you keep the golden Oldies? And uh…maybe some new music's in here."
He opened the door, turning on the light. Thomas started up his chainsaw making Stretch run away and scream. Thomas came running out of the room accidentally running into Chop Top, sawing him in the head where his metal plate was, knocking off his wig.
"Ow! Ow! Ow! Not me, you dumbass! Get the girl!"
Thomas started running in the direction Stretch disappeared to.