When the Mexicans arrived...

When the Mexicans arrived on April 14
"Mr. Longfellow, you must understand that the contract Mr. King has is extremely powerful and must be taken seriously. You and I both cannot to afford to violate the terms within those signed papers. If I decide to violate the laws, The Intergalactic Police will destroy the small amounts of Plutopians left in existence. If you break the laws of the Universe, It is most likely that all life on earth will be terminated by the order of the Intergalactic ignorant species counsel."
"I would appreciate it if you would not call my species Ignorant. Especially when it is I who will erase the terms of that Contract so that you will be once again be able to continue your pursuit for the two ignorant human boys."
‘What you talkin’ ‘bout Hetty?"
"I’ve done a lot of recent in the past couple days using your highly advanced Plutopian Advanced. Using your technology, I have discovered that Jeff King has ‘done it’ with numerous amounts of women and nearly 20 of them ended up getting pregnant.
"I don’t understand. What is ‘done it’?""Hay, I am not about to have the ‘talk’ with a creature from a different planet, he, he. Let’s just say, Jeff King does not know about all these Children. However, he will feel sympathetic toward them if we, perhaps, decide to Threaten them. What do you say Plutopian, do you want to do some kidnapping?"
‘Whatever."
Hetty and Plutopians successfully kidnapped 3 of the 20 children. The two of them, along with a series of Plutopian Gunmen, then traveled to Italy where the residence of Jeff King stood. To summarize what happened there, I will simply say that Jeff started crying when he saw his kid and begged Hetty to release them. He surrendered without any trouble. Unfortunately, he also told Hetty that the contract, in order to keep it safe, was digitalized and placed in the batter of some tortilla mix. The tortillas that were then created by that batter were filled with steak, beef, lettuce, and cilantro and served to Miguel Aguado for lunch. You know, I had tacos for lunch one day. They were soft-shell.

Once upon a Midnight Dreary, Miguel’s dad pondered weak and weary. The rest of the house lay silent; the rest of the family slept silently in their beds when somebody began knocking on the door. Yawning, Mr. Aguado rose from his chair and placed the cup of coffee back onto the table. He walked over to the font door and opened it.
"Julio!" He gasped. Standing on the doorstep of house was a medium sized Mexican man. His clothes were in tatters, and his hair looked as if it had not been cut in a extended amount of time. Pieces of branches and leaves clung to the tangles of his hair, and his toes were sticking partially out of the front of his mud-covered shoes. He reeked of manure.
"Hello brother. How are things?" The man said in a friendly, but at the same time threatening tone of voice. "I had a dream about you the other night. You were dressed as a giraffe and was working at the circus. You got a call on your cell from the police notifying you that the boy had just been reported missing. Then some kid barfed on your phone so you took the kid’s hand and brought him to the circus medical department. By then, you can completely forgotten about my son and took a ride on the merry go round. Since you were supposed to be working you got fired and turned into a homeless guy living on the street. Suddenly I was a millionaire ‘cause I won the lottery. Then world War three stared as result int he importation of illegal drugs into the United States by the Germans.
"Shut Up! How dare you come back onto this property? You are not welcome here!" The man in the doorway took a step into the house.
"Brother! Are you not overjoyed to see me? Come on, Give me some Mexican power Bro!" Julio raised his elbows and walked towards Big Daddy Aguado. Miguel’s dad stepped backward.
"That’s not even a Mexican Tradition, Julio. I just told you that when we were kids to show those kids at school how smelly ignorant and retarded you were. There is no Mexican Power. Get out of my house!! You have no right, this isn’t Mexico Julio. People are not allowed to trespass on people’s private property."
"I’ll leave when I feel like it little Bro...I want the boy. You say people are not allowed to trespass on people’s property, I say people are not allowed to steal things that are not theirs."
"I’m warnin’ you Julio. Leave this house or I’ll call the police. You’ll be deported," Miguel’s dad said sternly. Julio took another step inward to the house.
"I’ll leave as soon as you give me the boy," he said.
"He’s not yours anymore! Look at you, do you think you are fit to care for a child? The boy is my son now! He will always be my son, Idiot," Julio grabbed Miguel’s Dad’s collar.
"HOW CAN HE BE YOUR SON IF I AM HIS FATHER? Give me that boy right now or I’ll pound you ‘till your nothing but a pile of flesh and bones. Give me that boy!! He at least deserves to know the truth!!" The man screamed violently shaking Miguel’s Dad’s collar. Miguel’s father showed no sign of expression. He only stated,
"You’ll be deported. Do yourself a favor...leave." Slowly, Julio released his grip on the collar. He stepped back a few steps, than ran out onto the street. Miguel’s dad closed the front door, locked it twice, then went to sleep.

Plank Junior High – 11:30 AM
Julio took a smoke of his cigarette puffed a plume of smoke out the window of his battered up Chevrolet. The front bumper had long ago bin ripped off and the entire side of the bar was covered in bullet holes. The man took another breath of smoke as he sped down Wolf Road. The radio of the car, being one oft he few appliances that still worked blared loudly throughout the small car.
"Julio switched off the radio, then veered his battered up vehicle into the parking lot of Plank Junior High, 510 Secretariat Lane, Oswego Illinois 60543.
Straightening out his shirt (he had changed since his visit to Miguel’s Dad. It was now much less shaggy and looked rather normal. His hair had been combed since the visit as well) Julio stepped out of his car and walked up to the front door of Plank Junior high. He entered the front office.
"May I hump...errrr...help you sir?" The secretary asked.
"Hello, I’m here to pick up Miguel Aguado, his grandpa’s dying and he would like to see Miguel"
"Are you his father?"
"Yes"
"Okay, well, you’ll have to sign right here on this paper," The Plank Office Secretary handed the man a clipboard with a piece of paper. The man took the clipboard and signed his name.
"Thank you, we’ll have him sent to the office."
"Uhhh...is it possible for me to be able to go get him myself? I’d like to be able to tell him what happed as soon as possible."
"Errr....I’m sorry I can’t let you do that. It’s because of Security reasons, we can’t have you going into the hallways unattended. I can come with you though. Would that be okay."
"Sure."
"Okay, let’s go."
Julio followed the Plank Secretary into the building. The two of them traveled the stairs and into the right eight grade pod. There, the two just happened to run right into Miguel. It is important that before I continue that you know that it is now 5th Period and Miguel is supposed to be in his Math class. However, he had diarrhea and had to go to the bathroom so Mrs. Moran allowed him to leave class. He had his book with him because he was worried about there not being enough toilet paper in the bathroom. He carried one roll with him in his orange binder.
‘Miguel" Julio began. He didn’t finish his sentence.
"Miguel, your father’s here to bring you home. You can go get your things and come back here when you’re ready."
"Why? What’s going on?"
"we’ll tell you once we’re ready to go." Miguel gave Julio a look of confusion then walked over to his locker. He did not bother to return to class, for he already had his things with him. The Boy gathered up his things, shut his locker, then walked back over to the Julio and the secretary.
"Err...Could I have a moment alone with him?" Julio asked.
"Of course."
The secretary walked away. Julio turned to Miguel and began to whisper.
"Long time no see, Son"
"What do yo mean long time no see. I’ve never seen you. Why are you here?""Listen Miguel, your grandpa has been thrown into a coma. He was in the bathroom going poo poo, when he accidentally slipped on a piece of cheese. His head slammed into the toilet bowl and he went unconscious. TO make matters worse, his head was submerged in the water when he blacked out. If the motorcyclist hadn’t had to go to the bathroom so bad, your granddaddy would still be in the toilet right now. Dead. He’s in the hospital now, your father is already there. I’m his brother, you probably don’t remember me because I haven’t seen you since you were a baby. Anyway, your father told me to pick you up and bring you over to the hospital as fast as possible. Your dad wants you to be able to say goodbye to your grandpa before he dies."
‘I thought my grandpa was a cruise."
‘He was. That’s where he had his accident. We’ll have to take a plane over to the Cuban Hospital where he’s staying."
"My Gosh!"
"Yes, it’s horrible I know. Shall we get moving? There’s no telling when your grandpa will die."
"Of Course! Let’s go!"
"Good. Oh, and just to give you brief warning. I had to tell that secretary that I was your father, otherwise she wouldn’t have let me come and get you. I hope you understand, I couldn’t let any problems delay us from getting to the hospital."
"I understand completely."
"Great."
Julio and Miguel both exited the building without any further trouble. They got into the small battered up Chevrolet and drove out of the parking lot. The old car’s engine vibrated violently and emitted a strong smell of smoke/gasoline. Julio lit a cigarette from his pocket. He steered the car down the road with exact precision making sure to drive no more than five miles over the speed limit.

"Oh Mother!! I’m home from school. My wonderful school in America, with all the Americans running around. No cockroaches, no poisonous bugs along the floor, just pure American Carpet!!"
"Miguel, I’ve never seen you this ...well.... Grateful."
"Oh Daddy! I’m always grateful, America is a wonderful place to be. It is especially better than the shugging dens in which we used to live in. I am eternally grateful. Eternally, Daddy! Eternally!!"
The knocking of his front door interrupted Miguel’s dad. "You’d better not be up to something. I told you; no more broccoli fields until you get your GPA to a 5.0. He, he," Miguel’s father let the conversation drop and went over to answer the door. He made sure Miguel was out of listening distance.
"Julio!" Big Daddy Aguado began screaming without even looking outside, "I told you I wanted you off this property. Miguel’s not going anywhere!" The man stopped short when he realized it was not Julio at the door but this one old guy, this one medium age guy, and this one diseased green guy.
"I’m sorry, Mr. Aguado is it?" The man outside said, "My name is not Julio and I do not know anybody by the name of Julio, however I am aware that this is the Aguado Residence and there’s something my friends and me have to do. Excuse us, it’ll only take a minute."
"Wait! Whoa re you guys?’
"I’m sorry! Did I forget to introduce myself? My name is Mr. Hetty Longfellow, CEO of Longfellow Inc. and owner of the largest of the worlds beef farms. This man next to me is Jeff king, Musician and writer of Foundations for Superior Performance and last; Joe, MISSION EARTH Plutopian Coordinator."
"Fellows, I really don’t understand why you’re here and I really do not intend on letting a couple of strange men into my house."
"My friend, Mr. Aguado. That would be stupid, I am not expecting you to let me into your house."
"Good. At least you have more sense than my brother." Miguel’s Dad said. Hetty smiled, then pulled an envelope form his jacket.
"We have a search Warrant Mr. Aguado. Please step aside."
As Big Daddy Aguado took hold of the small piece of paper, the three men stepped into the house. They began to proceed to the room of Miguel Aguado.
"Miguel!!" Hetty called knocking his hand against the door, "Are you in there." His question was followed by a very loud perky answer.
"Yes I am Mr. Old guy!! I’m right here in this room. Would you like to come it? I love it when we have company, I just love it. America, the place where old people come to visit children all the time. I Love America." Hesitantly, Hetty and Jeff King entered the room. A Mexican boy, about the same height and weight as Miguel sat on the bed.
"Hi Friends!! I love you! You’re Americans so that means your part of this magnificent country. I’d kiss you if I didn’t think you’d kill me if I did!" Hetty gave the boy a look of disapproval.
"Get the contract Plutopian. Make it snappy." The Plutopian walked over to the Mexican kid and grabbed him by his hair. He looked down the kid’s throat and pressed his fingers around the boy’s stomach.
"Well?" Hetty asked, "Did you get it?" He shot Jeff a threatening glance.
"Aye...I’d hate to be the giver of disappointment but this is not little son Aguado. Our DNA scanners detect completely different strand formations of the Double Helix. Somewhere, this boy has been switched with the Real Miguel Aguado."
"What does that mean?""It means that either Jeff has back-stabbed you in the back and stolen the read boy, or the boy was kidnapped and/or ran away by another human."
The three men grabbed the Mexican boy from his shirt neck and exited the room. They confronted Mr. Aguado.
"Aguado! We wanna know, how’s your dad doing?"
"Huh? My dad?"
‘Yeah. Miguel’s Grandpa."
‘Uhhh...Well...He’s doing well. He’s on a cruise." Hetty Glared at Mr. King.
"You did this. You probably sent some of your Africanus guy over here to steal the real Miguel so we wouldn’t get the contract. Seriously, who else would kidnap Miguel? It is highly unlikely that some random person just decided to Kidnap Miguel on the exact day that the plutopians and I are looking for him."
"I didn’t do it."
"#%$& I’ll bet you did. Plutopian, grab the boy, we’ll interrogate him later. Mr. Aguado, we’ll be leaving now. Good Bye." The three men began to leave the house, the Mexican boy still struggling to get free of Hetty’s grasp.
"Wait! Where are you going with my son?""We’re taking him."
"You can’t do that. Give him to me!!" Big Daddy Aguado called to his wife to call the police.
"Donkey Butt. Call the police if it floats your boat," The Plutopian shot Miguel’s dad (It was actually his Uncle because in reality Julio was Miguel’s dad. And it was really a shot because the Plutopian was carrying a temporary stun gun) then the three men went back to their car. They stuffed the Mexican boy into the trunk then drove away. By the time the police had arrived at Miguel’s house, the three men were gone. They took an Underground train to escape the police searches.

Miguel sat in the backseat of Julio’s vehicle. Now driving far over the designated speed limit, Julio slammed his foot onto the gas pedal trying pass the stoplight, which had just changed from green to a dull yellow. The car sped through the intersection narrowly missing two cars. From the right lane, a large Blue SUV zoomed into the high collision potential area. The front bumper of the blue car smashed into Julio’s battered up vehicle literally splitting the old hunk of metal into two separate pieces. Julio hoisted himself out of the front seat and ran to help Miguel. Bits of glass lay shattered cross the pavement. The driver of the SUV climbed out and walked over to Julio to offer a hand.
"I’m so sorry. I knew I should have bought a smaller car. If I had, perhaps your vehicle wouldn’t be in such bad shape! You must understand, I’m just a little flustered from visiting my mama. You know how mother’s are, always blowing gas bubbles at the most horrible of times." Julio ignored the man and began to pull Miguel out of the back seat. "Let me help you sir. You look like you may need a hand." The man, he was rather muscular, pulled Miguel out of the destroyed vehicle with one tug.
"Thank you" Julio muttered.
"No problem. It’s the least I could do after what I’ve done. Tell you what, how ‘bout you two come back to my apartment. I own a car corporation and I’ll do what I can to get you guys the car of your choice." Julio just looked at the man blankly. "Fellas, Please take my offer. I’ll give you a car worth 5 times as much as your old one. Please don’t get my license taken away. I’ll pay you, name your price." Julio once again looked suspiciously at the owner of the SUV, however when seeing the flashing lights of the police over the horizon, he said,
"We’ll discuss the matter at your place. Help me carry my son into your back seat, then we’ll put the remains of my car into your trunk."
"Thanks man. I owe you one."

Have you ever seen the Comcast commercial starring ‘Moolah" There this guy in a yellow super hero suit walking down the sidewalk. Suddenly, from above, a piano falls out of a window and begins to fall onto the man. A random passerby runs and pushes Moolah out of the way thus saving Moolah’s life. Moolah says,
"You saved Moolah!" And he slaps the passerby.

NO longer than five minutes later, while driving through another intersection, the large SUV went though another major collision. Moolah, the driver of the SUV, once again rushed out of the car to see what kind of damage had been done to the other car. Of course, the SUV did not get so much s a scratch due to its massive size and durability.
"Hello, is there anybody in this car??" Moolah called. The car that had collided with them was reasonably small just as Julio’s had been and at the current moment was in more than 10 pieces.
"Hello??" Moolah called again. He pried open the door to the front seat and dragged out a body of a woman with a blown off head. The man lied the body down on the pavement then continued to the back of the vehicle. From there, he managed pry open the door and remove a few torn leather seats. A small boy was curled up underneath a pile of metal rubble. He whimpered small little sounds as Moolah removed the glass and sharp pieces of debris from the surrounding area.
"Julio, get out here and give me a hand will ya? The driver’s gone but it looks like we’ve got two kids in here," he hollered. Julio climbed out of the huge SUV and, with help of Moolah, managed to pull the boy, wearing a purple Barney shirt, out of the car. While prying apart the rest of the car looking for more bodies, the two men managed to find another boy hidden underneath a seat. He smelled like fish.
"What do we do?" Julio asked giving the SUV driver a dark stare.
"Uhhh..." Moolah said scratching his chin, "I guess we could load ‘em up into the SUV and drive ‘em down to my place. I mean, we don’t want anybody to find out about this do we? I’d go to jail, you’d be out of a car. How ‘bout it? We’ll sell the pieces of their car as scrap metal and get the boys all well again. The lady’s dead, she’s never gonna know."
"Not a bad Idea. Okay, let’s get loading before the police arrive."
Moolah Smiled.
"I knew we’d get along," he said.
In about half-an-hour, Moolah and the rest of people in his huge car arrived at a red brick Mansion.
"I thought you lived in an apartment?"
"Did I say that? Oh, well, I’m so used to saying apartment, I guess I just haven’t adjusted to saying mansion. See; I just bought this a few months ago after a won the lottery. When I first got the money, building a new house was my first plan. Then I saw this house and we simply fell in love at first sight. Of course, minor changes were made like the outside lining had to be changed to a more resistant material. Other than that, it was in pretty good shape. The security had to be bumped up too."
"Oh"
Moolah had a few sinister-looking muscle men come in from the house and carry the three boys/dead woman into the house. He motioned for Julio to follow him. The two men entered the house and sat down in huge leather chairs. Moolah offered Julio a drink of Chardonnay however Julio turned down the offer. They talked for a while; Moolah explained how after he had won the lottery he decided to buy this huge mansion and use it as both a house for his family and a boarding home. The two men, after hours of socializing, came upon an agreement. Julio and Miguel would live in the boarding home for free while Moolah went out in search of a nice new car for them. Once Julio had the new car, he and Miguel could be on their way. Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you, Moolah also introduced Julio to the doorman and all the other guests.

In Hetty’s Car::
"Plutopian, kindly run a DNA scan for Miguel Aguado and survey the surrounding area. Gender; boy. Race; Mexican. Age; 14."
"You got it old man. We’ll have the results in a few minutes."
A few minutes later...
"The results for this boy, Miguel, came in positive. His location was recorded as 1445 Fox Mead Circ. With an area code of 60538. Satellite pictures were taken of the property however the entire lot seems to be covered by trees and over-brush. Plutopian Scouts traveled to the are in question and attempted to enter the building located there. Results show an unsuccessful attempt due to 3-foot titanium lining around the walls. Hetty raised his eyebrows.
"Really now? I do hope that Mr. Jeff King has nothing to do with this. Honestly, why else would some dude just happen to kidnap the real Miguel and put some random Mexican boy in his place. Then drive to some random house nearby the just happens to be outlined in solid titanium."
"It wasn’t me!" Jeff argued.
"Oh yeah? Then who was it? Some French Chef fired from his job due to molesting a customer in the bathroom?"
Jeff king shrugged,
"You never know."

Hetty, dressed in casual partially unclean clothing sat behind the wheel of his small brown car. He parked in front of a large house. The house looked rather normal with red brick and weathered wood making up the walls. Tall trees surrounded the building casting shadows across the front and back yard of the building. Hetty stepped out of the car and motioned for Jeff to follow him. The two locked the car, then proceeded up the brick-paved driveway of the house. They knocked on the double front doors of the house.
A few moments passed, then the thick doors were pulled open by a medium sized man wearing a black butler suit.
"Johnson Residence," he stated.
"Hello, we’re...like....certified technicians. Someone scheduled an appointment for us here to install a security upgrade. Just a minutes, we have ID," Jeff King told the butler man. He began to rummage in his coat pocket for his so called ‘ID’"
"There’s no need for ID. I trust you are whom you say. Come inside, the master insists the upgrades are finished within 2 hours. What are your names?"
"Oh...well, you can call me diddle and my dad here," Jeff pointed towards Hetty, "his name’s Hetty." The butler smiled, then held out a hand towards Hetty,
"How do you do Mr. Hetty?" Jeff quickly stepped between Hetty and the butler.
"Uh Sir, see, my father is deaf. He can’t exactly hear you." He explained. The suited man simply smiled again, and said brightly,
"Ah, I am sorry. Well, come into the house and have d drink will you not? Meet the master you may, then you can start your work." The butler held out a hand, and led Hetty and Jeff into the mansion shutting the 3-foot Titanium doors behind him.
"Hello!!! You must be the technicians I called. Welcome to the Johnson Residence, my name’s Moolah, your names are diddly and Hetty. Pleased to meet you." Jeff kind walked over and shook Moolah’s hand and Hetty pretended to not hear anything.
"Well, I hope you like my fabulous home. It’s got metal outlined in all these walls you know, if any thief tries to go breaking in my house, he’ll be met up with a solid Iron."
"I thought you used Titanium...." The smile fell from Moolah’s face. He gave Jeff a cold stare.
"In fact, you’re right. I did just recently upgrade to Titanium. Well, you know what they say. Great minds think alike. Get out of here and start workin’, I hired you I expect you to work not chat with me." Hetty tapped Mr. King on the shoulder and whispered something into his ear.
"Uh, Mr. Moolah," Jeff began.
"What do you want? You have some other smart alec comment to say about my security?"
"NO Sir. I just wanted to ask if my father could take a piss in your house. I-I mean, I was wondering where the bathroom was because he needs to take a leak." Moolah glared at Hetty, then pointed down the hallway towards one of the few wooden doors on the right hand side. Putting on a fake smile, Hetty mouthed the word THANK YOU and departed from Mr. King and down into the bathroom.

Location: BL Mansion
Sub-Location: In Julio’s quarters
"This is nice house, isn’t it Miguel," Julio asked. Miguel was to busy doing algebreic equations to hear him. "Ah, I see you are a bit busy. Well, that’s okay; I guess I’ll just give you’re mother a buzz and see how she’s doing." Julio took out a small mexican phone from his back pocket but failed to recieve signal. He walked over to the door of the room, opened it, and looked around for a guard or boarder that could tell where he could find one of the house’s phones. It just so happens that hbe ran into moolah standing in the middle of the hallway with his ear against the bathroom door.
"Moolah! I was just looking for you, is there by any hcance a phone I can use around here. I want to check up on my wife so she doesnt worry. My cell phon doesn’t get a signal in here." Moolah stook his ear off the door and looked at Julio.
"Your wife?"
"Yeah, you know how wives are. They’re always worrying."
"Uhh...sorry but I can’t really let you call anyone. See, tecinically jut leaving the car wreck in the middle of road and taking the boys would be considered a violation of the law. I think It would be best if we not clal anyone in case we were followed by the police and put under surveillance. The phone lines culdb e bugged in you know what I mean. We have the right to remain silent."
"Oh," Julio said thinking about the things Moolah had jsut said, "I guess that makes sense..sort of. Okay, I guess while I’m here I’ll take a little poo poo and go to the bathroom." Moolah began to turn the knob of the wooden door in which moolah had previously had his ear against.
"Uhh... You Can’t!"
"Why not?"
"Uhh...It’s occupied."
"Okay. I’ll just wait out side for the person to be done."
"No, no. You must have to go pretty bad. You don’t want to stay here and wait. I’ll find you another place to pee."
"It’s fine. I can wait."
"No you can’t. Take this," Moolah handed Julio a plastic cup, "take your pee in the cup. This bathroom is for employees only."
"I don’t want to pee in a cup."
"Are you not appreciative of my kindness? Are just a greedy Mexican who cares only of himself and where he wants to pee. Beggars must not be choosers. Pee in the cup, or don’t pee and all." Julio looked coldly at Moolah as a pair of Moolah’s sinister bodyguards carried him back to his room.
A while later, after un-willfully peeing in the cup, Julio approached one of the guards now posted at the doors of his room
"Uh, sir guard. Do you think we could have another room please? See I accidentally spilled my cup of pee onto the floor and now this room seems to reek of Urine. Perhaps you can have the carpet cleaned?"
"Shut up. This is your room, you don’t like the pee; clean it up." The guard threw a towel at Julio.

Location: BL Mansion
Sub-location: In the bathroom
Once alone in the bathroom, Hetty shut and locked the small wooden door. He walked to the toilet, then dropped a rectangular metal object from his pocket into the water. The old man closed the toilet seat and sat down. From his coat pockets (he was wearing a very big coat) Hetty extracted shaving cream and a razor. Once again standing up and walking to the mirror, he shaved his beard off then proceeded to die his hair brown instead of gray. Taking off his jacket and stuffing it under one of the ceramic tiles of the room, Hetty straightened his fancy clothing that was once hidden underneath the coat. He exited the bathroom.
Jell king stood inches from the bathroom door as the new Transformed Hetty walked out.
"Hello Sir, Why are you waiting outside the public guard bathroom?" Hetty asked, "Is something wrong with your private washroom? I can have a plumber called in to have it fixed, Sir." Moolah had the look of surprise cast upon his face.
"Uhh....No thank you. Did you by any chance see an old deaf guy come out of the bathroom before you?"
"Old deaf guy, Sir? Yes I did in fact, he wrote on a piece of paper that he had to leave due to a medical emergency."
"Really? Well, Thank you. That will be all, you can go on about your business as usual." Moolah began to enter the bathroom, then turned towards Hetty once more, "One more thing! I’m having a super secret, secret meeting with the secret, secret you know who man later this afternoon. Be sure to clean up the dining hall and have at least 10 men ready to protect the room from any spies. It’s very super, super secret, secret." Hetty smiled,
"Yes Sir, the dinning hall will be ready by 1 o-clock."
"thank you"
"No problem at all, Sir. No problem at all"

Location: In some room of the Mansion
Other Info: Room is guarded heavily by armed security guards.
Surroundings: The room is cleaned spotless and fresh flowers have been placed in a vase placed in the center of a wooden dining table in the center of the room. A roasted Turkey, mashed potatoes, a bowl of biscuits, and some wine is also siting in the center of the table. In chairs with plates in front of them are three men. The first one, sitting in the end chair is Moolah. To his right is a fairly old afghan man. To his left is an extremely elderly man with a small Hitler mustache.
Hetty Crouched beneath the table cloth of the table where Moolah and his friends sat. The cloth was long enough to touch the ground, therefore it shielded Hetty’s feet from the eyes of any security men. Moolah spoke,
"Why did you two come here? I warned you of the dangers, we are having our security updated today. There are public American’s in this house. It is not cleansed for you presence."
"Moolah! You over react," The younger of the two men said, "What is the point of living a free life if we must always worry about simple American electricians. There are only two and they are Upstairs. Surely they will not venture down to the basement, somehow get past the guards by accident, then see anything out of the ordinary if they happed to burst into this room."
"But Osama, They could be spies from the CIA."
"Have you seen any police around lately?"
"No...but"
"Then there is no reason to worry. Trust me, I have had much more experience in these matters that you have my friend. Let us eat, then we can discuss our plans about the you know whats." The three men passed the plates of food around, each of them scooping their share onto their plate to eat. The wine was poured into goblet for each of them. Meanwhile, Hetty still crouched below the very table in which they ate. He took out expensive electronics from his shoes and placed batteries into them. Some were recording devices and some were Plutopian transmitters. In his underwear, Hetty even kept an unlimited ammunition, automatic, hand laser gun manufactured especially for the occasion.
"I propose a toast!" The extremely old man with the Hitler mustache said in a foreign language. Moolah and the other man lifted their wine goblets. "A toast," The very old man continued, "To the Inhalation of the Jews and the Destruction of America!" Both Moolah his other friend cheered, then both took a sip of their top-of-the-line wine straight from Greece.

P.S. This Document has been written by Nicholas Makara

P.S. S. Sorry I took so long to write it