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Strategy Meeting at Pooley's Patio
There was a lot of unhappiness happening in the Pooley camp. Sean and Jay discussed possible responses to Motorola's plan to build Super Big Wallopers. Joey was going back and forth in the back of the patio doing some kind of strange aboriginal war dance while chanting incantations of death. Mike was satisfied with just flexing his biceps and thinking about his next workout.
The door to the patio opened and out came Mr. Pooley, his canopy barely clearing the door jam. Even in this situation he was as happy as ever. "Cheer up boys! I brought good news. We got a new ally in our war against corporate corruption."
Ali stood beside Mr. Pooley who put his arm around the arab. Joey immediately went down on his knees and did an exaggerated version of a muslim praying to Mecca. Mr. Pooley introduced him. "What we got here is a genuine al-Quaida terrorist named Ali. He says he's an expert in bombing, biological warfare, assassination and snake charming. Normally I would be trampling his likes under my work boots..." Pooley paused to wink at Ali, "... but in this case he makes an invaluable partner in our revenge against Motorola and the FBI."
"Woohoo! Yeah!" called out Sean. Jay looked a bit concerned and Mike was as dopey as ever.
"Yo! Where's the towel?" asked Joey.
Ali answered, "Few muslims actually wear turbans. You might actually look good in one yourself."
"Okay, but I'm warning you. Don't you ever hijack a plane that I'm on or I'll kung fu your ass but good." Joey waved a finger back and forth in Ali's face. Ali managed a nervous laugh and agreed to Joey's rule.
"I'd say it's time we cooked up a plan to punish those corporate raiders. If you smart fellers can design one of the greatest inventions in decades, I'm sure you can figure out how to do this just as easily." said Mr. Pooley.
On the Way to the FBI
Ali was lucky he got to drive the food van this time. His partner in delivering the luncheon spread to the FBI was Sally. She had not a clue of what was coming. At least not until Ali took a turn into a shady looking alley behind an old hockey arena.
"Hey! Where are you going? I'll tell the boss if you screw around at all!" threatened Sally in a nasty tone.
"Relax, relax. This is shortcut I want to teach you."
"No way! Get back on the street! I'll tell the boss!"
Ali stopped halfway down. Suddenly the door on Sally's side was cranked open and Sally looked around just in time to be grabbed and headbutted in a most brutal manner.
Crack! Mike 'Pipes' Weber tossed her out onto the pavement with the same amount of care one would give to a smelly bag of garbage. Kalump!
Then the whole Pooley team went to work doing their individual parts previously planned out. From the back of Mr. Pooley's pickup, 2 tables roughly the same size as The Eatery catering tables were substituted and loaded up with the linen and food from the original tables. They wheeled the tables from the pickup bed directly into the back of the van with considerable difficulty owing to the fantastic weight of the Super Big Wallop loaded in parts underneath the linen on a hidden shelf.
That done, it was agreed that Ali, Sean and Mike would be the ones to deliver it. It was unlikely the FBI would notice one extra delivery member, especially since Mike was dressed in a discarded uniform Ali had found in The Eatery and Sean put on Sally's uniform. Since she was out cold, she didn't protest at all to the change of wear.
Everything went right according to plan, all the way to the top of the FBI Head Office. On the way up the elevator, Mike's phone had rung and seeing the name on the display, "Geek", Mike elected not to answer reckoning Joey was just calling again to call him a Cement Maker.
When they arrived in the meeting room they put the tables side by side to form a square and then pulled on handles underneath the tables to lower the Super Big Wallop onto the floor. Then they attached the parts together just like they had practiced the night before time after time to ensure fluidity. All the while, the operation was keep hidden under the linen with the luncheon food on top as camouflage.
"Who's phone we gonna use?" asked Ali.
"Use Sean's. Joey might call me again to be an idiot and set it off too early." cautioned Mike.
They hooked up Sean's phone and just as they finished, they had a shock. Sean's phone display lit up with the name 'Koralee' on it! Instantly intoxicated with longing, Sean lunged for the phone before it could even start the vibrater.
"Noooo!" Ali and Mike grabbed Sean away from the phone and pulled him out from under the linen just as the 555 engine roared to life. "Get out! Run for your lives!" yelled Ali who probably wasn't heard above the phenominal vibes put out by the engine.
They went for the stairs instead of the elevator because the latter would be automatically shut down once the Super Big Walloper started to shake the building like an earthquake. Even while running full out double stepping the stairs, they could still hear the 4 barrels kick in and the building start to sway the little the brittle brick structure was capable of. They could hear cracking and snapping sounds all around them and parts of the staircase were starting to fall away.
It was a miracle they made it to the bottom before the cement stairs fell apart completely. Ali was infront and just as planned, he placed a transparent plastic rod with 10 cm supports on each end infront of a door jam to catch anyone trying to escape from the building. Unfortunately in his panic to escape, Mike was the first victim of the trip rod. His soft potato face whapped onto the cement floor and just as he made it back onto his knees, Sean landed on Mike's back after leaping over the trip rod, slamming Mike back into the cement.
Kathud!
Again Mike stood up just as two FBI cronies came tripping over the rod and fell at his feet. With his adrenaline all fired up, Pipes grabbed the two cronies, cracked their heads together and threw them back into the building.
Sean, Ali and Mike sprinted towards the delivery van to escape the rubble of the now collapsing building. The lower half of the shortening building was a cloud of dust and the sound of it breaking up was almost dreadful enough to equal the ferocious noise from the Super Big Wallop in the meeting room still waiting for someone to answer Koralee's call.
Then the Super Big Wallop stopped. Koralee had hung up. But she had just unwittingly accounted for the utter destruction of the FBI Head Office. Only a few of the FBI staff on the first floor had escaped the destruction. The original plan was for the Pooley team to call Sean's phone once the Motorola/FBI meeting was in full swing to ensure proper elimination of both parties, but luckily the Motorola sales team were already in the building in a waiting area at the time of the early collapse.
Inevitably, the Super Big Wallop was found among the rubble by investigators and the Pooley team with their ally Ali were of course prime suspects. Immediately after the building's destruction, Mr. Pooley realized there was no way to avoid being charged with terrorism given the heap of evidence left, so he had all of them shipped out of the country to some Carribean island. But which one, only they know, for they left no indication at all in their haste to depart. Unfortunately for Koralee, her name and number were confirmed in the memory of the salvaged cell phone as the one who set off the Super Big Wallop so she was charged as a co-conspiracer and sentenced to a minimum jail term of 136 years as a convicted terrorist aiding the al-Quaida in conducting mass murder against citizens of the United States. The innocent high school girl was sentenced an additional 85 life terms to be served concurrently for the complete annihilation of the FBI Headquarters personnel, eight members of a Motorola sales team, and Senator John Kerry with four other Congress members who happened to be in the building at the time discussing national security issues. That was the last Sean ever heard of her though its quite possible she was aquitted on all charges in an appeal with a reasonable jury.
Needless to say, Koralee did not warm up to Sean too well after all this. A sad ending to be sure, but not everyone thought so. Joey spent each night dancing and singing to reggae tunes as a band member at beachfront nightclubs, while not a day passed that Sean, who became a surfing instructor, did not relent in his quest to find 'the next Koralee'. Mike, not surprisingly, opened a weight gym called 'Pipes Gym'. Jay got involved in the hotel business and Mr. Pooley invested in a shrimp company. Ali went back to Afganistan and became a high-ranking member of the al-Quaida and a close friend of Osama bin Laden. A few years later Ali was killed in a shoot-out with American special forces.
Ali spent a few weeks chilling with Sean's group on the tropical island they had fled to before flying to Afganistan. Joey took advantage of this time to do his own part in fighting terrorism, despite himself having been branded a terrorist by the American authorities. Joey approached Ali one afternoon with a chocolate bar and said, "Hey Ali buddy, I'll give you this chocolate bar if you do me a favor."
Ali looked a bit skeptical and asked, "That depends on what you want me to do."
"Yeah man, just go up to Mike and tell him we're really thankful that he's part of the team and we could never have done it without the Cement Maker."
"Cement Maker?" asked Ali.
"Aw don't worry. It's an old nickname Mike's had since kindergarten. He likes it." assured Joey, trying hard not to giggle thinking about the punishment Mike would inflict on the hapless arab.
Ali agreed to Joey's terms and sought out Mike to relay the message and found him looking at some chickens being sold in the outdoor market. "Mike, I got a message to tell you."
"Huh? What?" asked Mike.
"Joey says to thank you for being part of the team and that we never could've done it without the Cement Maker." said Ali.
"Joey said that huh?" Mike smacked a fist into his palm and marched off saying, "Looks like its time to take out the trash again. Thanks Ali."
And a good time was had by all on that sunny tropical island where it was forever warm and a reggae party was held every night.
The End
There was a lot of unhappiness happening in the Pooley camp. Sean and Jay discussed possible responses to Motorola's plan to build Super Big Wallopers. Joey was going back and forth in the back of the patio doing some kind of strange aboriginal war dance while chanting incantations of death. Mike was satisfied with just flexing his biceps and thinking about his next workout.
The door to the patio opened and out came Mr. Pooley, his canopy barely clearing the door jam. Even in this situation he was as happy as ever. "Cheer up boys! I brought good news. We got a new ally in our war against corporate corruption."
Ali stood beside Mr. Pooley who put his arm around the arab. Joey immediately went down on his knees and did an exaggerated version of a muslim praying to Mecca. Mr. Pooley introduced him. "What we got here is a genuine al-Quaida terrorist named Ali. He says he's an expert in bombing, biological warfare, assassination and snake charming. Normally I would be trampling his likes under my work boots..." Pooley paused to wink at Ali, "... but in this case he makes an invaluable partner in our revenge against Motorola and the FBI."
"Woohoo! Yeah!" called out Sean. Jay looked a bit concerned and Mike was as dopey as ever.
"Yo! Where's the towel?" asked Joey.
Ali answered, "Few muslims actually wear turbans. You might actually look good in one yourself."
"Okay, but I'm warning you. Don't you ever hijack a plane that I'm on or I'll kung fu your ass but good." Joey waved a finger back and forth in Ali's face. Ali managed a nervous laugh and agreed to Joey's rule.
"I'd say it's time we cooked up a plan to punish those corporate raiders. If you smart fellers can design one of the greatest inventions in decades, I'm sure you can figure out how to do this just as easily." said Mr. Pooley.
On the Way to the FBI
Ali was lucky he got to drive the food van this time. His partner in delivering the luncheon spread to the FBI was Sally. She had not a clue of what was coming. At least not until Ali took a turn into a shady looking alley behind an old hockey arena.
"Hey! Where are you going? I'll tell the boss if you screw around at all!" threatened Sally in a nasty tone.
"Relax, relax. This is shortcut I want to teach you."
"No way! Get back on the street! I'll tell the boss!"
Ali stopped halfway down. Suddenly the door on Sally's side was cranked open and Sally looked around just in time to be grabbed and headbutted in a most brutal manner.
Crack! Mike 'Pipes' Weber tossed her out onto the pavement with the same amount of care one would give to a smelly bag of garbage. Kalump!
Then the whole Pooley team went to work doing their individual parts previously planned out. From the back of Mr. Pooley's pickup, 2 tables roughly the same size as The Eatery catering tables were substituted and loaded up with the linen and food from the original tables. They wheeled the tables from the pickup bed directly into the back of the van with considerable difficulty owing to the fantastic weight of the Super Big Wallop loaded in parts underneath the linen on a hidden shelf.
That done, it was agreed that Ali, Sean and Mike would be the ones to deliver it. It was unlikely the FBI would notice one extra delivery member, especially since Mike was dressed in a discarded uniform Ali had found in The Eatery and Sean put on Sally's uniform. Since she was out cold, she didn't protest at all to the change of wear.
Everything went right according to plan, all the way to the top of the FBI Head Office. On the way up the elevator, Mike's phone had rung and seeing the name on the display, "Geek", Mike elected not to answer reckoning Joey was just calling again to call him a Cement Maker.
When they arrived in the meeting room they put the tables side by side to form a square and then pulled on handles underneath the tables to lower the Super Big Wallop onto the floor. Then they attached the parts together just like they had practiced the night before time after time to ensure fluidity. All the while, the operation was keep hidden under the linen with the luncheon food on top as camouflage.
"Who's phone we gonna use?" asked Ali.
"Use Sean's. Joey might call me again to be an idiot and set it off too early." cautioned Mike.
They hooked up Sean's phone and just as they finished, they had a shock. Sean's phone display lit up with the name 'Koralee' on it! Instantly intoxicated with longing, Sean lunged for the phone before it could even start the vibrater.
"Noooo!" Ali and Mike grabbed Sean away from the phone and pulled him out from under the linen just as the 555 engine roared to life. "Get out! Run for your lives!" yelled Ali who probably wasn't heard above the phenominal vibes put out by the engine.
They went for the stairs instead of the elevator because the latter would be automatically shut down once the Super Big Walloper started to shake the building like an earthquake. Even while running full out double stepping the stairs, they could still hear the 4 barrels kick in and the building start to sway the little the brittle brick structure was capable of. They could hear cracking and snapping sounds all around them and parts of the staircase were starting to fall away.
It was a miracle they made it to the bottom before the cement stairs fell apart completely. Ali was infront and just as planned, he placed a transparent plastic rod with 10 cm supports on each end infront of a door jam to catch anyone trying to escape from the building. Unfortunately in his panic to escape, Mike was the first victim of the trip rod. His soft potato face whapped onto the cement floor and just as he made it back onto his knees, Sean landed on Mike's back after leaping over the trip rod, slamming Mike back into the cement.
Kathud!
Again Mike stood up just as two FBI cronies came tripping over the rod and fell at his feet. With his adrenaline all fired up, Pipes grabbed the two cronies, cracked their heads together and threw them back into the building.
Sean, Ali and Mike sprinted towards the delivery van to escape the rubble of the now collapsing building. The lower half of the shortening building was a cloud of dust and the sound of it breaking up was almost dreadful enough to equal the ferocious noise from the Super Big Wallop in the meeting room still waiting for someone to answer Koralee's call.
Then the Super Big Wallop stopped. Koralee had hung up. But she had just unwittingly accounted for the utter destruction of the FBI Head Office. Only a few of the FBI staff on the first floor had escaped the destruction. The original plan was for the Pooley team to call Sean's phone once the Motorola/FBI meeting was in full swing to ensure proper elimination of both parties, but luckily the Motorola sales team were already in the building in a waiting area at the time of the early collapse.
Inevitably, the Super Big Wallop was found among the rubble by investigators and the Pooley team with their ally Ali were of course prime suspects. Immediately after the building's destruction, Mr. Pooley realized there was no way to avoid being charged with terrorism given the heap of evidence left, so he had all of them shipped out of the country to some Carribean island. But which one, only they know, for they left no indication at all in their haste to depart. Unfortunately for Koralee, her name and number were confirmed in the memory of the salvaged cell phone as the one who set off the Super Big Wallop so she was charged as a co-conspiracer and sentenced to a minimum jail term of 136 years as a convicted terrorist aiding the al-Quaida in conducting mass murder against citizens of the United States. The innocent high school girl was sentenced an additional 85 life terms to be served concurrently for the complete annihilation of the FBI Headquarters personnel, eight members of a Motorola sales team, and Senator John Kerry with four other Congress members who happened to be in the building at the time discussing national security issues. That was the last Sean ever heard of her though its quite possible she was aquitted on all charges in an appeal with a reasonable jury.
Needless to say, Koralee did not warm up to Sean too well after all this. A sad ending to be sure, but not everyone thought so. Joey spent each night dancing and singing to reggae tunes as a band member at beachfront nightclubs, while not a day passed that Sean, who became a surfing instructor, did not relent in his quest to find 'the next Koralee'. Mike, not surprisingly, opened a weight gym called 'Pipes Gym'. Jay got involved in the hotel business and Mr. Pooley invested in a shrimp company. Ali went back to Afganistan and became a high-ranking member of the al-Quaida and a close friend of Osama bin Laden. A few years later Ali was killed in a shoot-out with American special forces.
Ali spent a few weeks chilling with Sean's group on the tropical island they had fled to before flying to Afganistan. Joey took advantage of this time to do his own part in fighting terrorism, despite himself having been branded a terrorist by the American authorities. Joey approached Ali one afternoon with a chocolate bar and said, "Hey Ali buddy, I'll give you this chocolate bar if you do me a favor."
Ali looked a bit skeptical and asked, "That depends on what you want me to do."
"Yeah man, just go up to Mike and tell him we're really thankful that he's part of the team and we could never have done it without the Cement Maker."
"Cement Maker?" asked Ali.
"Aw don't worry. It's an old nickname Mike's had since kindergarten. He likes it." assured Joey, trying hard not to giggle thinking about the punishment Mike would inflict on the hapless arab.
Ali agreed to Joey's terms and sought out Mike to relay the message and found him looking at some chickens being sold in the outdoor market. "Mike, I got a message to tell you."
"Huh? What?" asked Mike.
"Joey says to thank you for being part of the team and that we never could've done it without the Cement Maker." said Ali.
"Joey said that huh?" Mike smacked a fist into his palm and marched off saying, "Looks like its time to take out the trash again. Thanks Ali."
And a good time was had by all on that sunny tropical island where it was forever warm and a reggae party was held every night.
The End
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