An intense night of Bingo!

Arnie lay on the ground, breathing short, protracted breaths interspersed with a frothing at the mouth. Three brainwaves in the same week had left him mentally and physically drained. Yolanda and Frankie looked at each other with frustrated faces. Mikey was attempting to bite his way through a power pole.
"Hyuuuuuck! I'm a huuuuuuuungry!"
Frankie tried to reassure all who were passing by that Thursday night in Gore that Mikey was ok. The passers by were confused and frightened until Frankie had explained the situation.
"It's ok, what! He's from Upper Moutere!"
A collective sigh of relief rose from the crowd and it quickly dispersed.
"Now!" Yolanda cried. "We must get back Timothy! Without him this mission is useless!"
"Why, what?" Frankie asked. "He was just a drain anyway, old girl!"
Yolanda felt her hackles rising. She was not old.
"But he may be able to give us an edge over Beven!"
Mikey ran up to give his 2 cents worth.
"We jurst need t'kill heaym! Wha deu we noed Timmy Doie?"
"Fine then." Yolanda yelled decisively. "Let's go nail this Beven joker!"

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Timothy raced through the door of his favourite place of employment. Bingo night was in full swing.
"Hit me with a card, Maureen!" he cried in his most gamesmanlike of voices. Secretary Maureen threw him a Bingo card and he sat down at a table competitively to take part in the night's festivities.
The night was going well, Timothy scoring high and ranked at a competitive second place.
He couldn't help but glance at the scoreboard to see how his score was doing. Damn that B. Crackerpants! Why couldn't he beat him! Who was he? Why had he never seen him at work before?
And then it dawned on him.

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