Muffy quickly regained her innate sense of propriety, and re-draped herself in a modest yet cozy country style, deftly hanging a pleated valence from a rod in her hair.
The evil MM outside the window removed his hand from his pocket in evident disappointment. Muffy thought his hands looked surprisingly weak, for one who made his living trying to shake loose the weak hands of others.
Suddenly, he grabbed his own hair and began pulling upwards. Muffy looked on in disbelief as the MM's face and scalp peeled off, to reveal an even more hideous countenance beneath.
"Of course, the old MM fake head! Yeah, even I get that one," thought Muffy smugly, and returned to more personal concerns, such as the feel of the satin drapes against her skin....
"This is even better than those fluffy hotel robes (that suit Norma so well)," she thought, "More like the way Tava exposed her "head and shoulders top" (before she fell down the stairs) in that old movie Gone With the Chips..."
The ringing phone finally intruded on her brief Southern Belle reverie, and she glided over and picked it up.
"Motel 6, room 6, this is Muffy, I don't know who you are or what you want, but dearly my damn, I don't give a frank!" she said cheerfully. |
