The Obligatory Emotional-Conflict Scene

What did Yolanda have to do with it?
Even now, Timothy's mind sped backwards to his earlier conversations with Yolanda.
Had she seemed suspicious?
Was she perhaps just a little too interested in helping him?
How was it that she had found Beven's ransom note???
How could she possibly criticize in any way 'Home Improvement'??????!!!!!

"Timothy!" a voice called, breaking through the clouds of his one-sided reverie like a ray of sunshine.
"Yolanda?" he asked, hopefully.
"No, Timothy, It's Beven. Pay attention to me! You've been standing there blankly for ten minutes! What's the matter with you?"

Timothy shook himself free from the conflicting emotions about Yolanda that spun around in his head, and forced himself back to the present. Reginald stood beside him, and Beven stood at the base of the Rollercoaster. Meanwhile, Yolanda and 'The George' were nowhere to be seen.
Timothy paused. Now, where was he when he had lost track of the plot?
Ah, yes, he had just asked Beven where 'The George' was and Beven had suggested that Yolanda may have something to do with it.

What did Yolanda have to do with it?
Even now, Timothy's mind sped backwards to his earlier conversations with Yolanda.
Had she seemed suspicious?
Was she perhaps just a little too interested in helping him?
How was it that she had found Beven's ransom note???
How could she possibly criticize in any way 'Home Improvement'??????!!!!!

SLAP!
"Ow!" Timothy yelled as he rubbed the hand-mark which now was imprinted on his face.
"Sorry about that," Reginald said, "But you were emotionally conflicting again."
"Oh, thanks," Timothy responded, and turned back to Beven.
Now, where had they gotten to in their conversation?

SLAP!
"Aah! Stop that!" Timothy yelled.
Rubbing his face, he turned back to Beven, and thought back to their conversation.

SLAP!

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Yolanda hurtled through the amusement park gates, past the 'Gloomy Ghost Train' ride, around the diner, and headed for the base of the rollercoaster, towards the strange repetitive slapping sound that she had heard consistently for the past kilometre of her run.

Timothy lay on the ground, rubbing his very red face, and with a dazed expression of emotional conflict on his face. A security guard stood over him, slapping him repeatedly to try and revive him.

Over at the rollercoaster, a man with a ridiculously large nose (apparently Beven) stood and watched the goings-on, obviously annoyed at being ignored. She couldn't see his face, but his nose jutted out from the shadows in a very annoyed manner.

"Timothy!" she called, hurrying over, and shaking the semi-conscious accountant roughly, "Are you ok?"

"Wha? Yolanda?" Timothy said groggily.

"Yes Timothy. It's me," Yolanda said, "I'm sorry I'm late, but I tripped over some inter-stellar signal-sending lump in my carpet. I obviously need to have someone in to re-lay it. What have you been doing here?"

"Well, Reginald and I have been confronting Beven," Timothy said, deciding to give Yolanda the benefit of the doubt (largely in order to avoid being slapped again). To illustrate his point he pointed to the shadowy figure with the nose.

"That's right, they have," Beven said, and added a few bars of Maniacal laughter to the end of his sentence, in such a musical fashion that Reginald harmonised beautifully.

Then Beven stepped from the shadows, and Yolanda saw his face.

"Gasp!" gasped Yolanda, "It's... you!"

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