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Date Posted: 03:13:13 06/04/02 Tue
Author: kande
Subject: KS whips around to see one of the Peacock boys pointing at her.
In reply to: No-name 's message, "KS pulls the cushion out of the seat of her pants" on 20:33:23 06/03/02 Mon

She gives a girly scream and runs back into Stardoe's lab and quickly replaces the brick and mortar. Even though she's panting from the exertion, she sits down and ties herself up (using good, strong knots, not the weenie knots the socialists used). She even manages to shove a gag in her mouth.

Out on the street, JD removes the hideous Peacock mask. Chuckling to himself, he mutters, "That oughta keep her out of trouble for awhile."

Meanwhile, the red phone on the mayor's desk begins ringing. "Speak!" the mayor barks into the phone. "Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. You sure? Because I don't want to make that phone call if I don't have to." The mayor picks at something in her teeth as she listens. "Ok, then, I'll make the call. But it's on your head." She slams down the phone. Hands shaking, she opens a drawer and pulls out a key. Standing on her desk, she reaches into the overhead lamp, unlocks a secret compartment and withdraws a piece of paper. She gets off the desk and looks at the paper. Three steps to the right, one to the left, a cha-cha-cha, and she's facing the wall. She gives the old shave-and-a-haircut knock, and part of the wall opens to reveal a phone.

Taking a deep breath, the mayor picks up the phone and waits for someone on the other end to answer. She picks at her teeth with the piece of paper while she waits. She stops when someone answers.

"We have a situation here." Before she can continue, the person on the other end stops her. Sighing, "Fine. Today's password is 'errant strand of titian hair'." She waits for the password to be verified. "Thanks. Now, as I was saying, we have a situation here. Seems the SMH clones are now cloning themselves." She listens. "Yes, I'm aware of the tax implications. But what I want to know is, what are YOU going to do about it?" Her face lights up as she hears the answer. "Great! I'll make reservations for you at the Shipperville D-Lux Motel."

Kenamom hangs up the phone, then reverses all her actions. As she replaces the key in the drawer, her door swings open.

"Mayor! Come quick!" pants Rabid, sweatstains appearing unattractively on her sweater set. "The Horse With No Name caught a glimpse of JD in costume."

Kenamom gulps. "Well, that can't be changed now. But don't worry - help is on the way."

"You mean....?" Rabid asks.

"Yep. She'll be here later today."

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