Upon arrival at the airport, the BMFM behaved docilely and shuffled along surrounded by his armed escort. All of his senses grew sharper as he worked out the details of his plan.
As the escort reached the security area of the terminal, the BMFM was ready for action. He knew that if he entered the metal detector, the silver coating of his roll of tape would set off the alarms and his "goose would be cooked" so to speak. It was now or never!
Feigning a sudden seizure, the BMFM fell to the floor writhing in agony. The surprised guards yelled for emergency medical help. Within minutes, the BMFM was whisked away to a medical room within the terminal and a doctor was summoned. In the midst of all of this confusion, the BMFM was temporarily left alone on a gurney inside one of the rooms.
Working quickly, he stood atop the gurney and climbed onto an exposed heating duct and (using his roll of tape), wrapped himself in the silver tape until he resembled nothing more than another branch of the flexible duct work.
Moments after accomplishing this amazing feat, the guards returned to the room with a doctor. In amazement, they looked around and realized that the BMFM was gone. They knew there would be hell to pay for this... perhaps a year's vacation in Siberia. Panic-stricken, the guards quickly searched the room and then spread out to scour the rest of the terminal.
Alone once more, the BMFM, wrapped in his silvery cocoon, decided to have a much needed snooze to ready himself for the next leg of his adventure.
.....meanwhile, back at the rendezvous point on the tropical island beach, Tipparilo and the Great Crocodile Goddess waited impatiently, beneath the light of a full moon.......
.....while out at sea, the other BMFM...the original one (not to be confused with the one from the parallel universe), sat in the dark, damp, warmth of a whale's gut... amidst the stinking mass of plankton, kree and slippery little silver herrings.... |
