Hey, have you seen it’s a massive roller parked outside?
I wonder what it belongs to.
Bradley brought that home.
Yeah. Well, I had to. I finished at the restaurant. It was closed. The customers are left. There’s one car left over, so I thought I’d bring it home for safety.
Well, a little bit more stupid than Zena, but less stupid than Wonder Woman.
Rachel, I had no idea. When did you join the Power Rangers?
Shut up, Jon. I lost the cloaked avenger’s dog and now I have to take her place.
Well, then shouldn’t you be fetching sticks and wearing up trays?
I have to take her place when he opens some tire shop tomorrow and until I find his dog, I have to keep on taking her place every time. He appears in public… and I have to wear this stupid costume.
Okay. Um, Bradley? I’ve got the manager at cafe goffi on the phone. He wants to know if you’ve got any idea what’s happened to his car. A Rolls-Royce?
Hello, Mr. Riskin. Yeah, it’s perfectly safe as good as new. Well, apart from the little mayonnaise stain when I went for the driving.
RMr. Riskin
(talking to him on the phone)
Yeah, but it wasn’t my fault. The cheerleaders were hungry! But they wanted to ride. This isn’t sounding too good, is it? Yeah, Yeah. Okay, I’ll ask him. (putting it back) (to his band mates) That was Mr. Riskin. He said he’s too busy to come over, but he wants one of you lot to fire me.
Bradley, you’re fired. Now get a job.
(speaking to him on the phone) Mr. Parker. Hi. It’s Rachel. Rachel from Puppy Cities International. Hi. Yeah, um… I’m outside a tire store at the moment, but, um… Well, it’s a long story, but I’m afraid I’m running a little late. Um, I won’t be able to get Mr. Dibbles back until about half past 3.
No problem. I’ve got stuff I can do.
Good. I’ll see you later.
Well, I’ll just head back to work and come to you at 4pm.
CCC.C.
Oh, yes, Mr. McIntosh. The position is yours. You’re exactly what you’re looking for.
Fantastic. And, uh, what exactly will my duties be?
CCC.C.
Oh, don’t worry. We’ll train you on the job. Now, the changing rooms are right over there.
Great. So, um, what’s the uniform like?
I’m sorry again about the delay in getting your dog back to you, Mr. Parker.
Oh, don’t sweat it, Rachel. Besides, you really did me a favor.
Hey, over there. Isn’t that the cloaked avenger?
Oh, wow! I loved your show as a kid! I had a cloaked avenger outfit. I wore it every Halloween!
Could I have your autograph? I-I know I have a pad in there somewhere.
How the heck did she get in here?
She must have stowed away when you picked Mr. Dibbles up yesterday. Oh, and look. She’s made a little nest under the seat. Ugh!
Obviously, I’ll pay to have your repulse shampooed.
Oh, no. It’s not necessary. Actually, it’s a privilege.
Okay, Cloak Girl, time for my nightmare to end.
After her! Follow that dog!
CCC.C.
Hold on. I-I recognized that dog.
Come on! Hurry up, otherwise we’ll be late for Joni’s exhibits.
Yeah, and we’re due at the cloaked Avenger’s wedding at 3pm. Can’t wait see what the cloaked wedding dress looks like.
I can’t believe Joni’s got the nerve to try and sell her paintings. Already, I mean she’s only been going to that art class for 2 weeks.
Yeah, I can’t believe we’re not DJs anymore. I don’t understand it. Every day at 2 o’clock Jerry would go off and be gone for at least an hour. Why did he have to come back at five past?
Yeah. Well, we’ll never know, will we? Best not to think about it.
Well, the main thing is that we raised the $200 and Wally repaired the building and Joni’s none the wiser.
Hmm. It has the certain naive charm. A primitive appeal that evokes cubism surrealism, and yet, remains defiantly…
A picture of Brad holding a dog over his.
This is so embarrassing, I mean, who’s gonna buy this, huh?
Well, according to the ticket, it’s already been sold.
Man’s Best Friend. You know, this was the first one to sell. I was gonna spend the money today on rewiring our building because, well, it was a bit of a death trap, but then when I came and looked this morning, I found that somebody had already rewired it. So I think I’m gonna spend all the money on myself. Oh. Gotta go.
Who the heck will pay $1,000 for a picture like that?
Come on, Tina. Look. Look. It’s obvious.
