The Godfather
Timothy ran into the flat and upstairs, crying like a baby. Yes, he screamed, tears went everywhere, he even pooped his pants for authenticity's sake.
"Pull yourself together!" cried Yolanda, "This isn't the end of the world! If we work together we can find some way of getting the George back!"
Timothy turned around and looked Yolanda directly in the left eye. "There is a way. It will be fraught with danger at every turn, nothing will be for certain, and your life will be on the line."
"Let's do it!" shouted Yolanda, not really realising what she was saying. She was too caught up in the moment, it all seemed like a big action movie to her. And this was not the time to let her fans down.
Timothy walked toward his plain white telephone. He looked at it for a moment, then picked it up. For several seconds he listened, then he put it back down.
"Wow!" said Yolanda. "All you need to do is pick it up and the Mafia know you need them! That's amazing!"
Timothy looked up, sadness in his eyes. "Actually no, Yolanda, Beven has cut my phone line. Can I use your phone please?"
Yolanda tried to conceal the look of frustration on her face as she led Timothy into her flat. This was getting less and less like an action movie every second!
Timothy walked up to Yolanda’s bright purple phone and picked it up. He listened to it for several minutes, then put the phone back down.
"Was my line cut too, Timothy?" Yolanda asked desperately.
"No, Yolanda. The Mafia knew about Beven cutting the lines so they used their impeccable logic skills and waited for me on the end of this line. We have to go down to the city docks to meet Jimmy "The Godfather" Fettucini. He will try to help us as much as he can."
Now, this was more action-like! Yolanda could hardly conceal the look of glee on her face. She was going to meet a real live Mafia boss! Now, she just had to do her best job of being the love interest in this action movie. She pouted her lips, pushed her chest forward and batted her eyelashes at Timothy. ‘So, 007, what’s your…plan of attack? Shaken or stirred?" She asked seductively, not really knowing what she was saying but too caught up in the moment to care.
"What the hell?" cried Timothy. He slapped Yolanda across the face in a desperate attempt to restore her sanity. "This is a serious situation, Yolanda! Have you been smoking weed again? Come on, we’ve got to head down to the docks. I’ll ride on my bicycle and you can sit on it behind me. But only if you promise to behave yourself!"
Yolanda rubbed the sore spot on her face and looked at Timothy. "Ok! I’m coming! Jeez, you never let me do anything!" Like an angry teenager she stormed out of the flat and down the stairs. Timothy followed at a more sedate, boring pace.
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"Pull yourself together!" cried Yolanda, "This isn't the end of the world! If we work together we can find some way of getting the George back!"
Timothy turned around and looked Yolanda directly in the left eye. "There is a way. It will be fraught with danger at every turn, nothing will be for certain, and your life will be on the line."
"Let's do it!" shouted Yolanda, not really realising what she was saying. She was too caught up in the moment, it all seemed like a big action movie to her. And this was not the time to let her fans down.
Timothy walked toward his plain white telephone. He looked at it for a moment, then picked it up. For several seconds he listened, then he put it back down.
"Wow!" said Yolanda. "All you need to do is pick it up and the Mafia know you need them! That's amazing!"
Timothy looked up, sadness in his eyes. "Actually no, Yolanda, Beven has cut my phone line. Can I use your phone please?"
Yolanda tried to conceal the look of frustration on her face as she led Timothy into her flat. This was getting less and less like an action movie every second!
Timothy walked up to Yolanda’s bright purple phone and picked it up. He listened to it for several minutes, then put the phone back down.
"Was my line cut too, Timothy?" Yolanda asked desperately.
"No, Yolanda. The Mafia knew about Beven cutting the lines so they used their impeccable logic skills and waited for me on the end of this line. We have to go down to the city docks to meet Jimmy "The Godfather" Fettucini. He will try to help us as much as he can."
Now, this was more action-like! Yolanda could hardly conceal the look of glee on her face. She was going to meet a real live Mafia boss! Now, she just had to do her best job of being the love interest in this action movie. She pouted her lips, pushed her chest forward and batted her eyelashes at Timothy. ‘So, 007, what’s your…plan of attack? Shaken or stirred?" She asked seductively, not really knowing what she was saying but too caught up in the moment to care.
"What the hell?" cried Timothy. He slapped Yolanda across the face in a desperate attempt to restore her sanity. "This is a serious situation, Yolanda! Have you been smoking weed again? Come on, we’ve got to head down to the docks. I’ll ride on my bicycle and you can sit on it behind me. But only if you promise to behave yourself!"
Yolanda rubbed the sore spot on her face and looked at Timothy. "Ok! I’m coming! Jeez, you never let me do anything!" Like an angry teenager she stormed out of the flat and down the stairs. Timothy followed at a more sedate, boring pace.
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