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Date Posted: 03:27:09 01/09/02 Wed
Author: kande
Subject: Bubba ties his "Kiss the Cook" apron snugly around his belly.
In reply to: Kande's Sis 's message, "Pssssttt! KS!" on 19:07:02 01/07/02 Mon

In the klub's kitchen, he expertly cracks an egg with one hand and dumps the contents into a large mixing bowl. He begins humming "Respect" as he mixes in the remaining ingredients he so very tidily lined up on the counter. He dances a little jig as he gets to the "just a little bit" part of the song. He spins around, looking carefully around the kitchen to make sure he's alone. Certain that he is, he goes back to the mixing bowl and pours in his secret ingredient. As he's pouring the batter into the cake pan, the kitchen door swings open and Stardoe saunters in.

"Hey, Bub, what ya doing?" Stardoe picks up a celery stalk and begins munching.

Startled, Bubba almost drops the bowl, but catches it without spilling a drop. He gives Stardoe a stern look, then shoos her out of the kitchen. He puts the cake in the oven, sets the timer, then climbs on a stool to ponder his next step.

Meanwhile, back in the klub, Stardoe is looking at the kitchen door, a puzzled expression on her face.

"Stardoe? What's wrong?" KS's hand hovers over her assassin utility belt in case there is danger afoot.

"Hmm? Oh, nothing." Stardoe shakes her head, then walks to the bar. "Barkeep! Another root beer!"

Kande hobbles to the glasses, grabs one and fills it with the foamy liquid. She sets it on a coaster in front of Stardoe and turns to make a note on Stardoe's tab.

Stardoe takes a big drink, then sets the glass down on the bar -- not on the coaster. Turning to KS, "Bubba is baking a cake. I thought Kenamom wasn't celebrating her birthday this year."

KS glares at her sister. "Kande started that rumor. Do you know what will happen if we DON'T have a huge, blowout party for the mayor?" KS shudders as she remembers two years ago when there was a party, but it wasn't big or festive enough. She slams her fist on the counter. "We must take control of this situation, and fast!"

Stardoe is, as usual, way ahead of her. On a cocktail napkin, she has already written out a list of things to do, things to buy, available personnel, and a timetable. KS pulls a flare from her belt and sets it off in order to get everyone's attention. She sets the flare on the bar -- not on a coaster. Stardoe stands on her barstool.

"Attention, everybody! Friday is the mayor's birthday and the party plans have not yet begun." The crowd gasps in horror and disbelief. "Fear not, for I have everything organized right here." She holds up the cocktail napkin for all to see. Peering at the napkin, "Rabid, you need to..."

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