Home Sweet Home

evil Krall

"We have ...

Calvin."

"You just couldn't leave her alone, could you?

You just had to court her. Make her forget about me."

Calvin was still chirping at the Baron.

The Baron looked my way.

The most pathetic look I have ever seen.

"Kill me," he whispered.

I nodded, smiling.

"Yea. We have Calvin."

I motioned to Nick.

"Help me get them to the kitchen. I have an idea."

"Feed them?"

I rolled my eyes, shaking my head.

"And there are thousands of comedians out of work."

It took about 15 minutes, but we got Officer Seaman and Dip Shit in the kitchen.

We sat them on chairs and tied them tight.

"Now what?" Betty asked.

"We wake them up."

"Cool."

Betty went to the sink, turned the water on full force, pulled out the sprayer and aimed it at the two.

"Wakey, wakey."

They both screamed as the cold water splashed in their faces.

"That did it," I informed Betty.

She was laughing like a mad women, continuing to spray both of them, even though it was more than obvious that they were both wide awake and more than alert.

They were also gasping for breath and spitting water out of their mouths and nostrils.

I walked to Betty, kissed her and gently took the sprayer from her.

She growled at me.

"Down, girl."

"What the hell are you trying to do?" Officer Seaman yelled, spitting out water.

"I am a police officer."

"Yes," Dip Shit joined in.

"And ... and ...

well ... I am with him.

AND I CAN'T SWIM."

Swim where?

Officer Seaman started struggling.

"Why am I tied to this chair?"

"We have a few questions," I informed him, walking around both of them, glaring.