"A Jolly goot iffninkz, chaps," Balz addressed the British spies, "Shall we make a threesome against this nest of Jerry spies?"
British Spy One nodded thoughtfully. "Your Eton accent is slightly off, old boy."
"I´ve eaten earlier without an accident," Balz replied, "But I´ll join you for some fish and chips and a pint of bitter."
"They don't have fish and chips in this God forsaken boozer," Spy Two said. Then the two British spies began whispering into each other's ears.
Balz turned to Bernard. "Tell the froo froo man to signal what he hears." With aprehention, he watched Bernard follow his orders.
The froo froo man nodded and got out his signal flags and began transmitting.
A R E Y O U S U R E W E W A N T T O K I L L T H I S I D I O T
W E S T I L L D O N T H A V E A L I C E N C E B U T L E T S K I L L H I M A N Y W A Y.
HaJi Baba Jimbuna entered Rick's with a camel in tow. "Camels, fresh camels."
"What are you doing here?" Balz asked.
"I brought you an escape camel."
"But you are hawking him,"
"No, I´m disguising him as a cigarette. "
Will the British spies succeed in their intencions?
Can Balz escape riding a cigarette?
Don´t miss the next exciting instalment--Smoke Gets in Your Eyes
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