As she sat in the bathroom wondering what would become of her, now that Rear seemed so accident-prone, she saw the door handle turning slowly.
"Who's there?", she cried, "What do you want? Leave me alone. Can't a girl have a pee in peace anymore?
The door swung open, and Muffy gasped as a man wearing an ancient flying jacket and goggles entered.
"Don't get up Muffy," said the man in a low voice, "Finish what you're doing."
"I can't go with you standing there listening to me - I just can't! Who are you anyway?
"The name is Pond. Bugs Pond."
"I've heard of you!", cried Muffy, "You are one of those Universal Exports people who go around crashing cars and leaping off tall buildings!
"Not any more, Muffy.", said Pond slowly, removing his flying jacket to reveal a pair of girly arms.
"I got a better offer from "PEST", which, before you ask(everyone does) stands for Persons Emphasizing Sociopathic Tendencies."
"Nice acronym, Bugs," Muffy said, as she wondered why he had such skinny arms, "I bet someone stayed up all night thinking that one up. So what do you want with me?
"We need the information you have, Muffy, and we'll pay you big bucks to help us take care of the Global Problem."
Muffy relaxed, and finished peeing while she thought about the events that had turned her life upside down over the last few days. She had to take care of herself, and stop falling in love so easily, but those girly arms fascinated her, and Bugs Pond seemed to bulge where he should.
"Are there opportunities for advancement at PEST?" queried Muffy, "I mean, do they have a health and dental plan and everything?
"Of course they do, Muffy. Just because PEST employs a few misfits, doesn't mean they don't recognize the escalating costs of health care. It's all part of the package at Persons Emphasizing Sociopathic Tendencies, or PEST as we've been asked to refer to it. Now pull up those panties and lets' get going!"
Draping his battered old flying jacket over Muffy's shoulders, Bugs pulled down his goggles and together they ran to the roof where a P51 Mustang trainer was waiting, engine ticking over in a deep-throated growl. Bugs helped Muffy to get into the second seat, then he settled into his seat, adjusted his underwear to make hiself comfortable, opened the throttle wide and.... |
