Date Posted:03:40:57 02/12/02 Tue Author: kande Subject: Kande gives Pattini a good rub behind the ears. In reply to:
Rabid, dropping in to say hi to her cyber twin...
's message, "Meanwhile over on the curb...." on 23:51:10 02/11/02 Mon
Pattini is purring loudly. "Is oo my widdle snooky-wookums?" Kande coos to the kitty. Pattini rolls her eyes and starts cleaning herself. Kande takes the kitten into her office and sets her gently down on her blankie. "I have to pay some bills, so you just sit there and look adorable, 'k?" Pattini mews her consent.
Kande sits at her desk and pulls out her checkbook. Something on the security monitor catches her eye. Looking more closely at the monitor, kande can't believe what she sees. She grabs the phone and punches in a number.
Meanwhile, out on the square, Detoured and Stardoe are helping Melissa and Monica dust themselves off. Just as Detoured is about to head home after another long day of Eggnog Enforcement, her shoe rings. Everyone assembled looks around.
"Is that your shoe or mine?" asks Melissa.
"I think it's me." Detoured sits down and tries to remove her shoe. She pulls on the shoestring, promptly creating a knot. "Dadgummit!" She pulls harder, making the knot tighter. She gives up on the shoestring and starts trying to pull the shoe off. "Darn these superhero boots!" She's working up quite a sweat when Stardoe taps her on the shoulder.
"Uh, Det? I think it's the other shoe."
"Oh. Thanks." Detoured slips off the other shoe with ease. "Hello?" she asks. All she hears is a dial tone. "Rats. They hung up."
"Don't you have voice mail?" asks Monica.
Detoured blushes. "What, and pay an extra $1.95 per month? Forget it!"
"But what if it was an eggnog emergency?" IG looks worried.
Detoured, tired of all the questioning, turns to go to the klub for a drink. She trips over her shoestring and dives facefirst into a nest of fire ants. "I'm ok!" Her shoe starts ringing again. Stardoe grabs the shoe while Detoured is brushing off the stinging ants.
"Detoured's shoe. Stardoe speaking," Stardoe barks into the heel. She listens intently. "Uh-huh. Uh-huh. I'll be right there."
"What is it?" Detoured asks through lips pursed to keep the ants out.
"Wrong number." Stardoe is grim faced as she hands the shoe back to Detoured. "Well, gotta go!" Stardoe hurries off in the direction of the klub.
"I get the feeling that wasn't a wrong number." Detoured smacks an ant on her thigh.
