Breaking Up is Hard to Do - Chapter 3

Friday 11 July 2008 - 2am

Somewhere in the North West of the United States a young woman sits at her desk in her office and finishes writing up a report on the apprehension of a suspect of dubious gender.

Her phone rings, jangling her one remaining nerve.

Busty:  Busty St C….

Caller:  (urgently)  Busty St Clair??

Busty:  Yes?  Who is this?

Caller:  I have a job for you.

Busty:  I’m sorry?  You have a what?

Caller:  A job.  I have a job for you.

Busty:  I’m not sure who you think you’ve called.

Caller:  You are Busty St Clair, aren’t you?  The best Law Enforcement Officer in the Northwestern United States?

Busty:  Um, yes.

Caller:  Then I have a job for you.

Busty:  Perhaps you should tell me what this “job” is?

Caller:  I need you to pay someone to….

Busty:  Whoa, back up there.  Pay someone?  With money?  That’s a bribe.

Caller:  I dont’ know if that’s what I’d call it.

Busty:  What the hell would you call it then?

Caller:  Ahhhh, ummmm, well, I guess…. I suppose you could call it a bribe.  If you really had to give it a name.

Busty:  Look, I’m the best Law Enforcement Officer in the Northwestern United States.  You said so youself.  I can’t offer someone a bribe.  I’d lose my job.

Caller:  Only if you got caught.

Busty:  What sort of person do you think I am?

Caller:  I’ll pay you.

Busty:  (not missing a beat)  How much?

Caller:  $50k

Busty:  Not enough.

Caller:  $100k

Busty:  Still not enough.

Caller:  How much do you want?

Busty:  $200k

Caller:  $150k

Busty:  $175k

Caller:  Deal.

Busty:  Ok, what do I have to do?

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Breaking Up is Hard to Do - Chapter 2

 Thursday, 10 July 2008

In a small condominium in Chelsea, West Manhattan, three people are getting ready for their evening meal.

One is chopping organic vegetables, another is stirring a bubbling pot of something and a third is struggling with the finer points of an electric can opener.

Dingo:  (tossing can opener to one side)  This iz y eye I onlee drinck organik deuces.  Eye dont nead a kan opena to opun the bluddy kontayna!

Dingobro:  U nead tu eat mohr than just deuces Randa.

Dingo:  Eye dont eet deuce, I drinck itt.  Gohd ur stewpid Poostayn!

Dingobro:  Muuuum!  Shee corled mee Poostayn!  My naeme isnt Poostayn, its Matspew.  Luhk, itt seyz sew on mye burthe surtificut.

Dingomum:  (looking at Poostayn’s Matspew’s burthe surtificut)  Spelleinge woz nevva mye stronge poynt.  Randa, stope corling ur brutha Poostayn.  Itts knot nise to corl himm naemes.

Dingo:  U reely shud hav stoppd afta mee, muhm.  Howe kan u improove on perfeckshun?

Dingobro:  (pretending to vomit)  U thinck ur soooo gud juste becoz ur shagginge Whorelandoe!

Dingo:  (looking embarrassed)  Dont forgett hoo ur meel tikit iz, littul brutha.

Dingobro:  Inkase u havnt notissed, eyem the won doinge thee cookinge.

Dingomum:  Y r u embariced Randa?  U shud bee prowd of shagginge Whorely.  All thatte secks haz dun grate things four our phamly.

The dingo is strangely quite.  For once she doesn’t have an answer.  Probably because there’s no press with cameras and microphones around.

Dingobro:  Ur knot shagginge himm, r u?  Wot happend?  Did hee denigh u privl, um privil, um, ohhh phuk itt.  Izn’t hee puttinge owt anymohr?

Dingo:  Shutt Upp!  U dont no anithinge.

Dingomum:  Randa, hunny, wotz rong? Read more »

Breaking Up is Hard to Do - Chapter 1

Wednesday 9 July 2008

Nestled deep in the English countryside is an ecologically friendly mansion built far enough back from the gravel road that it is almost invisible to the human eye.  This is just the way the owner likes it.  His professional life sees him in the public eye, so he prefers his private life to be just that.  Private.

Pity the stupid, vapid little twit that he’s currently “dating” doesn’t seem to understand the word.  Probably can’t even spell it.

Inside, the mansion is decorated sparsely but tastefully.  The owner is rarely home these days to enjoy the peace and solitude his house brings him.  Only one room is decorated differently to the rest of the house.  It is the complete antithesis to sparse.  It reminds one of the expensive corner office of a Wall Street Company CEO.  All that’s missing is Gordon Gecko.  The mansion owner doesn’t exactly fit that mould.

Right now, the mansion owner is pacing back and forth in this room.  He is agitated, anxious and feeling out of sorts with himself and the world.  He is waiting for a business call.  A call that was due at 2pm sharp.  It is now 2:10pm.  If there is one thing that the mansion owner cannot stand (other than his “girlfriend”) it is tardiness.

He flops into his expensive leather swivel chair and puts his feet up on his highly polished oak desk and sighs deeply.  Within seconds he begins to drum his fingers on the arm rest of his chair.  A nervous habit.

Finally his office phone rings.  He picks up a universal remote control complete with mini touch screen and points it towards what appears to be a massive painting by his favourite artist, Tracey Emin, which is hanging on the wall opposite his desk.  He touches his right index finger to a small picture of a telephone on the touch screen. Read more »

The Ex Bride

Since I finished writing Operation Abduct Orly I’ve been feeling strangely empty, at a loose end.

Yesterday I went to the wedding of my close friend Coreena.  She finally got to marry her Canadian import fiance, James.  It was just beautiful and made me feel all warm and fuzzy - not an easy feat let me tell you.  When I get a copy of of the photos (my camera battery picked a fine time to die) I’ll probably do a post on it.

In the meantime I thought it time to share with you all the story of the ex bride.  Don’t get too excited.  I’m not the ex bride.  I’m the ex bridesmaid.  And the story goes like this….. Read more »

Operation Abduct Orly - The Epilogue (Happily Ever After)

One Year Later

A large group of people are milling around a picturesque backyard reminiscent of an English Country Estate.   There’s quite a party atmosphere.  Yep, there’s a celebration going on here.  And it’s a bit of a formal do.  The ladies are dressed in gowns, the men in tuxedos.  You could be forgiven for thinking that you’d stumbled onto the red carpet for an awards ceremony.

The hostess stands to one side of the party, watching nervously into the distance as if waiting for someone.

Joders materialises mid air and lands gracefully on the pathway at the bottom of the garden.

Anners:  Joders!  You’re here!

Joders:  Anners, sweetheart!

The girls hitch the skirt of their gowns up and rush along the garden path to each other.  They hug tightly.

Anners:  I was concerned that you weren’t coming.

Joders:  This is far too important an occasion for me to miss Anners.  I was running a little late.  Sorry.

Anners:  Where’s your plus one?

Joders:  (smiling)  He’s the reason I was running late.

Anners:  Joders, you werent?!  You didn’t?!

Joders:  Oh, God no!  Well, yes…no, no.  He insisted that I let him teleport himself here.  But you know what he’s like.

Anners:  You’re looking fantastic Joders.  Very pleased with yourself, I must say.

Joders:  Those first few months of saving people were exhausting.  Then the workload slowed down.  And then I finally found some time for me.  And I hit my sessual peak.  He hates it when I call him that!

Anners:  So what exactly have you been doing these last few months?

Joders:  Ohhhh, just mucking around.

Anners:  Is that what they call it these days?

Another guest calls out to Joders and waves to her.  She waves back, then turns her attention back to Anners.

Joders:  (changing the subject)  If there’s anyone here who looks fantastic, it’s you!  You look brilliant.  Radiant, sparkling.

Anners:  I guess being in love with Whorelando Bloom does that to a girl.

Joders:  Oh!  I thought it was all the shagging.

Anners:  Joders!

Joders:  Everyone else is here?

Anners:  Everyone.  They’ve all been waiting to see you.

Joders:  Then I shan’t make my audience wait any longer.  I’ll be back to see you before the important bit starts.

A tall figure clad in a tuxedo materialises mid air on the path behind Joders and falls into a crumpled heap on the ground.

Joders’ Plus One:  Ooooofff!

Joders:  (sighing and looking over her shoulder at the man sprawled in an undignified position)  I’ll see everyone AFTER I help him up.  God.  So nice to look at, but so phreakin unco!

Joders rushes to help her partner up.

Joders:  Are you alright love?  Haven’t hurt yourself or broken any bones?

Ben Barnes:  No, I’m okay.  I haven’t torn my suit have I?

Joders checks his suit out.

Joders:  Clothes brush.  Nothing is torn love.  But you need a brush down.  You’ve got leaves all over you.

Ben stands patiently while Joders cleans his suit.

Ben:  You’re very good to me.

Joders:  It’s because I….

Ben:  Because you what?

Joders:  Nothing.  It’s neither the time nor the place.  It’s simply because you deserve it.  Now, I’m going to see some friends before this all starts.  Why don’t you go and introduce yourself around.  Most everyone knows you.  But you beware of anyone posing as a dingo, ok?  Hopefully there won’t be any man stealing canines to contend with.  I’m here to enjoy myself, not to beat someone to death.

Ben smiles.

Joders:  Don’t think I wouldn’t do it.  I’ve done it once before.  Though admittedly, she fell off a balcony.

Joders gathers her skirt in one hand and disappears into the crowd. Read more »

Operation Abduct Orly - The End (I promise - except for the epilogue)

The new day begins with Joders, Anners, Wanda, Ali-ers and Jaded sitting around the dining table having an animated discussion.

Jaded:  You didn’t!

Joders:  Yes, I did.

Ali-ers:  I don’t know how you did it Joders, but you rock!

Wanda:  I’m really gonna get my 36 minutes?

Joders:  Actually we each get an hour

Anners:  I think I’m going to faint

Joders:  (turning to Anners)  Don’t faint sweetie.  You might miss your ONE HOUR WITH WHORELY!

Wanda:  Who’s going first? Read more »

Operation Abduct Orly - The End of the End (almost)

On hearing Whorely call for assistance Wanda, Anners and Joders all rush for the bedroom at the same time.  They are stopped in their tracks by Daners.

Daners:  You think that you’ve got a chance?  I don’t think so!

Anners:  But…

Daners:  I’ll untie him, you three stay out here and try not to get into anymore trouble.

Daners disappears into Whorely’s bedroom.

Anners:  (pouting) But you promised Joders.

Joders:  The day isn’t over yet.

Wanda:  I’d better get my 36 minutes with him.

Anners:  I’m not sure how you’re gonna make this work Joders, but it’d better be good.

Joders:  I got us to Gran Canaria didn’t I?

Anners and Wanda:  Yeah

Joders:  And I got us to save Whorely didn’t I?

Anners and Wanda: Yeah

Joders:  And none of us are dead are we?  None of us that matter?

Anners and Wanda:  That’s true

Joders:  So now is probably not the time to start doubting me, is it?

Anners and Wanda:  (sheepishly)  No, probably not.

Joders:  (to herself) How the phuck am I gonna make this work?

Wanda wanders out onto the balcony and looks over at the dingo again.

Wanda:  Hey guys, Jaded is down there dragging the dingo away!

Anners and Joders join Wanda in leaning over the balcony.

Joders:  Hey, Jaded!  What are you doing?

Jaded:  I’m moving the dingo.  We don’t want to have to explain her dead body to the authorites do we?  I’ll be back upstairs in a minute.

Anners:  That was good thinking.  There’s no telling how much trouble we could have been in.

The girls return inside and find Daners and Whorely waiting for them.

Orly:  Thank God you’re all here! (Whispering) Daners thinks I’m gay.

Behind him, Daners rolls her eyes.

Whorely:  Do you think we could get out of this suite?  It’s giving me the creeps.  Bad things happened here.

Anners:  Why don’t we all go back to our suite?  Besides, we’ve got some antidotes to administer.

The five of them go to the Orly’s Saviour hotel room which is now teeming with people.

Wanda:  That was quick Jaded.  What did you do with the dingo?

Jaded:  Huh?  What are you talking about?  I’ve been here since you guys left.

Anners:  But we just saw you outside moving the dingo’s body.

Joders and Jaded regard each other with dawning realisation.

Joders and Jaded:  Missing Link!!

Jaded:  There’s just one way to be sure.  Hang on a sec.  Clay’s suite!

Jaded disappears, is gone for a few seconds and then materialises in the spot she disappeared from.

Jaded:  The dingo friends have gone too.  Missing Link is going to rebuild them.  And I hate to tell you this, but with a strand of her hair, some candles, garlic, her herb pouch and a really carefully chalked pentagram, Missing Link can re-animate the dingo.

Joders:  We’ll just have to adminster the antidotes to everyone and get this mess sorted out before the dingo comes back then won’t we?

Orly:  What is this antidote you keep talking about?

Jaded:  Some of you have been affected by a South American herbal potion that has alternately rendered you unconscious and open to the power of persuasion.  It can only be reversed by the kiss of someone the victim finds attractive.

Orly:  (grinning) So, who’s affected?

Jaded:  Janers, Ali-ers, Caiters, Clay and you.

Orly:  I’m not kissing Clay Aiken

Daners attempts to stifle her laughter.

Orly:  (ignoring Daners) But I can kiss Ali-ers and Caiters.  Janers doesn’t look like she needs kissing.

Janers stops canoodling with Diego long enough to respond to Whorely.

Janers:  You kissing me wouldn’t cure me.  I don’t think you’re attractive.  Diego on the other hand…..

Janers returns to snogging Diego.

Joders:  Holy Moses Janers!  Get a room!

Behind her back, Janers flips Joders the bird.

Orly:  (motioning towards Wanda, Anners, Jaded and Joders) What about you guys?  Were any of you affected?  I could kiss you.

Wanda:  Sadly, none of us were affected Whorely.

Orly:  But I can still kiss Caiters and Ali-ers right?

Jaded:  Uhhh, no.

Orly:  Why not?  This is not turning out to be any fun you guys.

Anners:  Because you’ve been affected too, you can’t cure anyone. 

Caiters and Ali-ers:  Dammit!

Afers:  So what do we do?

Jennifer:  You could kiss them Afers.

Afers:  (to Caiters and Ali-ers)  No offence girls, but it just ain’t gonna happen.  I like you and all that, but I’m gay.  I ain’t kissing no slags.

Daners:  So, what do we do?

Joders:  Where’s Ryan Garko in long socks when you need him?

Garko (wearing his uniform and long socks) appears magically in the hotel room and his eyes come to rest on Caiters.

Garko:  What the hell am I doing here?

Joders:  Sorry Garko, didn’t mean to interrupt your practice.  We need a little favour.  We need you to kiss Caiters.

Caiters smiles shyly at Garko.

Garko:  Caiters?  OMG!  I’ve seen you in the stand at games.  I lurk at your blog.

Wanda:  You do?

Garko:  I’m trying to work up the courage to comment.

Caiters:  You could just say hello.  That’d be a start.

Garko moves closer to Caiters.

Garko:  Are you hurt?

Caiters:  Nothing that a kiss wouldn’t fix.

Garko looks over his shoulder at everyone in the room, shrugs his shoulders and leans in to kiss Caiters.

After the kiss, Caiters looks flushed but happy.

Garko:  Is there somewhere we could go that’s a little more private?

Caiters:  How about my room?  It’s just down the hall.

Before he has a chance to object, Caiters takes Garko’s hand and leads him down the hallway.

Ali-ers:  Me, me!  Who’s going to kiss me?

Anners whispers into Joders’ ear.  Joders smiles.

Joders:  Ben Barnes.

Again as if by magic, Ben Barnes materialises.  Unfortunately Ben is a little unco-ordinated and he falls in a heap on the floor next to Joders.

Joders bends down to help him up.

Joders:  Are you okay love?  Nothing broken?

Ben looks up at Joders as he stands up.

Ben:  No, I think I’m okay.  What am I doing here?  Where am I?

Jaded:  You’re in Gran Canaria.  We need a favour.  We need you to kiss someone.

Ali-ers stares at him with open mouthed awe.

Ben:  (looking hopefully at Joders) Is it you I need to kiss?

Joders:  No sweetie.  It’s Ali-ers. 

Ben turns towards Ali-ers and smiles.

Ben:  I don’t even care that I don’t know why I need to kiss you.

Ali-ers throws her arms around him and pulls him in close for a big smooch.

Daners:  Awww Jesus, Ali-ers!  I’m just standing right here next to you.  No tongue!

Ali-ers:  (after the kiss) My husband is never going to believe this!

Ben:  Husband?  You’re married?  Oh shit!

Ali-ers:  It’s okay.  He’ll forgive me this one little indiscretion.

Jaded:  Ready to go back from whence you came, Ben?

Ben:  (glancing at Joders)  Uuhhhh, no.  Not just yet.  This looks like a cool party, so I might stick around for a bit.

Jennifer:  So seriously, who is going to kiss Clay Aiken?

Clay is laying on the sofa, still unconscious.

Daners:  Christ on a cracker Jenn, you must have smashed him really hard.  He’s still down for the count!

Anners looks at Afers.  Afers nearly falls of his chair in shock.

Afers:  No!  No epphin way Scribbie!  There is no way on God’s green earth that I am kissin’ Clay Aiken.

Anners:  But Afers….

Afers:  No!  Just coz I’m gay doesn’t mean that I’ll kiss any old gay person.

Wanda:  So who are we gonna get? Read more »

Operation Abduct Orly - The Middle of the End (the first bit)

Meanwhile…..

Joders watches Anners disappear inside the hotel suite on the 5th floor then turns and hurries back through the Orly’s Saviours suite and out into the hallway where she finds herself standing stupidly outside of Whorely’s and the dingo’s suite.

She tries the door handle again, but it is still locked.  She knows that even in her Saviour suit she won’t be able to knock the door down.  In her frustration she kicks the door with the pointy toe of her stiletto boot.

Joders:  (holding her foot and hopping up and down on one leg)  Phuck!  My toe!  I think I broke my toe!  Goddamit, I wish I was inside that bloody suite.

Mid hop, Joders disappears.  And magically reappears inside of Whorely’s hotel room where she lands gracefully on one foot.

Joders:  Anners is gonna be really shitted off when I tell I her about that.

Joders looks around the suite.  The dingo is nowhere to be seen.  Joders finds Whorely laying spreadeagled on the bed, his wrists bound to the head of the bed, his ankles bound to the foot.  He is unconscious.

Joders gasps in shock.

Joders:  Huuuuuhhhhh! (or however a gasp looks in written form)

A sound from the sitting area alerts Joders to the presence of the dingo.  Sure enough she is standing in the lounge room in the Victoria’s Secret stance.

Dingo:  Itt tooke u lohng enuf.  Eye thort u weer nevver goeng tu gett heer.

Joders:  If you’d have had the common courtesy to leave the door unlocked I’d have been here an hour ago.

Dingo:  Eye nevver thourt aboute thatt.  Sorrie.

Joders:  No biggie.

Dingo:  Wheer r the othurs?  Hav thay desertted u?

Joders:  No, I sent them after your dingo friends and Clay Aiken.  I know everything dingo lips.  I know all about GISELEB, I know about the herbal anaesthetic you’ve been using, I know that you’ve been using this stuff on Whorely and I know that if your fauxmance is revealed to the world, you’ll be a laughing stock and you’ll never be famous and you’ll never take over the world.  See?  I know all there is to know.

Dingo:  (laughs out loud - her laugh is not suprisingly not musical at all)  Ha, ur freends wil bee deed!

Joders:  How do you figure that?

Dingo:   Becoz mye freends are rowbotts.  Missinge Linke mayde them.

Joders:  Robots?  Shit, I didn’t know that.  Missing Link?  Jaded’s evil twin sister?

Joders starts to feel nervous.  If the dingo friends are robots, maybe they have killed everyone.  Joders shakes her head to clear it of these thoughts.  She knows she can’t afford to let the dingo see her fear.

Joders:  You know, it’d be much easier if you just step aside and let me take Whorely.  You don’t need him anymore.  He can’t make you famous.  Hell, he’s hardly famous himself anymore.  You need to find someone far more successful than Whorely.  What about Justin Timberlake?  It can’t be too hard to get rid of Jessica Biel surely?

Dingo:  Eye kant jusst lett u tayk himm.  Thee onlee waye out of thiss is four mee tu releese himm when hiz kontrakt expyres.  Mayk it looke like I broek upp with himm.  Theers no waye that aisle let himm go otherwize.

Joders:  You already put the hard word on Justin didn’t you?  And he said no!

The dingo blushes and flashes an angry look at Joders.

Dingo:  Give itt ur beste shott bytch.  And reememba, I’m the larst thing ur gunnr see befor u dye!

Joders:  In your dreams you insane, cabbage breathed, dingo whore!

Joders raises her right hand.

Joders:  Sword!

A sword appears in Joders’ hand and she swings it at the dingo.  It makes a satisfying whooshing sound as it flies through the air, but it fails to hit it’s target.  The dingo is surprisingly light on her feet and manages to dodge all of the swings and thrusts that Joders can manage.

Joders:  Staff!

A wooden staff materialises in Joders’ hand and she begins twirling it like a giant sized baton.  But this is no cheerleading meet.  This is life and death.

Suddenly the staff makes contact with the dingo’s left hand.

Dingo:  (holding her left hand in her right hand and examining the damage) That hurte u hore!

Joders:  I think that’s the pot calling the kettle black, don’t you?

Dingo:  Whu ar u calleng a kettel?

Joders laughs.

Joders:  My God.  You’re dumber than I thought!

Dingo:  Hoew dair u calle mee dum!  Nowe Ihm reelly angrie!

Without warning the dingo leaps across the coffee table straight towards Joders and knocks Joders off of her feet. Read more »

Operation Abduct Orly - The Beginning of the End

When Anners arrives outside the door of Clay Aiken’s hotel room, she realises she is too late.  Wanda is already inside the room and Anners can hear lots of yelling and shouting from inside.

She tries the door but it is jammed shut.  She dials Caiters’ Blackberry in the hope that Jennifer can let her in like she let Wanda in.

Jennifer:  Hello?

Anners:  Jennifer, it’s Anners.  You need to unlock the door and let me in.

Jennifer:  I can’t.  The door is locked and has a chair jammed under the door knob.  I’m hiding in the cupboard because the 3 dingo friends don’t know I’m here.  They disturbed Wanda when she was trying to untie Ali-ers, Caiters and Janers.

Anners:  Phuck!  Is Wanda okay?

Jennifer:  Wanda is brilliant!  She’s swinging her wooden staff around.  She’s like Kung Fu Wanda!  But she’s fighting 3 girls.  It’s not really a fair fight.  She needs your help Anners.

Anners:  How do I get in?

Jennifer:  The french door to the balcony is open.  You can get in there and surprise the dingo friends from behind.

Anners:  Ok.  I’ll be there shortly.

Anners runs back to the elevator, jumps in and hits the button for the third floor.  As the doors close realisation dawns on her face.

Anners:  Phuckity phuck phuck phuck!!  How am I supposed to get to the balcony of the 5th floor from inside the hotel?

The elevator opens at the 3rd floor, Anners gets out and rushes down the hallway to the suite shared by Orly’s Saviours.  Just as she is about to go in, she notices Joders about to shoulder ram the door to Whorely’s suite.

Anners:  Joders!

Joders:  I was just about to shoulder ram the door to Whorely’s suite.  What’s wrong?  Why aren’t you on the 5th floor Anners?

Anners:  The door is locked and a chair is jammed under the door now.  Jennifer can’t let me in because she’s hiding in the cupboard and Wanda is single handedly fighting the dingo friends.  The only way in to Clay’s suite is via the balcony.  I’ve got to….., I have to….., oh phuck, I don’t want to say it.  I’ve got to……

Joders:  (in a soft voice)  You have to climb up to the balcony.

Anners:  Yeah.  I’m not so good with heights.  I feel motion sick just thinking about it.

Joders:  You’ll be okay, as long as you don’t look down.  Comeon, let’s go.

Anners and Joders enter their suite and walk out onto their balcony.  They look up and are able to see the open french doors, the sheer curtains billowing out onto the balcony in the breeze.  The balcony is 2 floors up and the 2nd room across from their 3rd floor suite.

Joders:  You should probably call up all your weapons now and carry them with you.  It’ll give you the element of surprise, not just coming up behind them, but already armed.  Let’s see, what should you have?  Um wooden staff, switchblade, bow and arrows, ropes, nunchucks, no on second thoughts no nunchucks, they’re illegal in Spain.

Anners:  I don’t think now is a good time to be concerned about what’s legal and what’s not.

Anners calls up her weapons and is able to easily store the smaller items.  Switchblade in the boot, bow and arrows slung over her back, rope slung over her shoulder.  The wooden staff is going to prove to be slightly more difficult to transport.

Joders:  Ok, this is it.  Just program the Blackberry for balance and you’re set to go.

Anners sets the Blackberry, takes a few deep breaths and climbs up onto the edge of the balcony.

Joders watches in anticipation as Anners leaps to the next balcony and then starts to climb up towards the 4th floor.  Anners is just about to hoist herself up to the 5th floor balcony when she fumbles and almost loses her footing.

Anners:  Shit!

Joders:  Are you okay?

Anners:  Yes, but I can’t carry the Blackberry and the wooden staff.

Joders:  Let the Blackberry go Anners.

Anners:  I can’t!

Joders:  You have to let it go.  You need the staff to protect yourself and the other girls.  Don’t worry about the Blackberry.  Let it go.

Anners:  If I let it go, I won’t, Whorely won’t….

Joders:  Yes he will!

Anners:  How?  I need the Blackberry to make him.  If it’s smashed all over the ground, I’ve got no chance.

Joders:  Yes, you have.  It will happen Anners!

Anners:  (looking at Joders over her shoulder)  How do you know?

Joders:  I’ll make it happen.  Just drop the Blackberry.

Above their heads, there is the sound of smashing furniture and some shouting.

Joders:  (desperation in her voice)  Please Anners.  I promise I’ll make it happen.

Anners:  Cross your heart and hope to die promise?

Joders:  Well I don’t want to die, but I cross my heart.  I promise I’ll do it Anners.  For you.

Joders watches with relief as the Blackberry falls end over end towards the ground below and Anners is able to reach the 5th floor.  Anners leaps, catlike, onto the next balcony over and disappears in through the open french doors, startling the dingo friends.

Anners:  (wielding her staff above her head like a sword)  Prepare to meet your maker bytches!

Wanda:  What took you so long?  I thought you’d never get here!

Anners:  I tell you later.  Right now we’ve got 3 dingo friends to bring down.

Wanda and Anners fight side by side in hand to hand combat, ducking and weaving, twirling their staffs and throwing in a couple of bytch slaps for good measure but the dingo friends are relentless.  It’s almost as if they’re superhuman.

Wanda:  (swinging her staff at DF3)  Where the hell is Jaded when you need her?

As if by magic, Jaded materialises next to Wanda.  She is dressed in a familiar Orly’s Saviour suit and it also wielding a wooden staff.

Jaded:  Hi girls.

Anners:  Where have you been?  We sent a call out for you when we decided to come to Gran Canaria to save Whorely.

Jaded:  (flinging a knife in the general direction of DF2)  I was too busy having intellectual discussions with some intellectual giants over at JJ.  And since Whorely got all fugly I wan’t sure I wanted to help.  But then I realised that he can’t help what he’s turned in to.  The dingo has made him like he is.  So I’ve been waiting for you to call again.  I couldn’t get here until one of you said my name.  Thanks Wanda.  It looks like you two can do with a hand.

Anners, Wanda and Jaded continue fighting against the dingo friends and appear to be getting the upper hand when disaster strikes!

Although the door is firmly locked from outside, the guest from this particular room is full of rage when he can’t get in and with a burst of superhuman strength he smashes through the door and quickly takes in the scene before him.

Clay:  Gazooks!  What is happening here?  Dingo friends, why aren’t the imposters dead?

DF1:  They fight dirty Zoot.

Clay:  (shaking his head in disgust)  Dingo never should have sent girls to do a man’s job.

Clay picks a chair up over his head and prepares to bring it down onto the head of Jaded.

As Clay swings the chair downwards, Afers appears in the doorway dressed in an Orly’s Saviour suit.

Afers:  Don’t you dare touch my hos, you phreak!

Clay twists towards Afers and starts to bring the chair down at him instead.

At this instant Jennifer steps out of the cupboard holding an umbrella.  It is the only weapon she has been able to find.  Afers quickly raises his right hand in the air.

Afers:   Baseball bat!

A baseball bat appears in Afers hand and he throws it, spear like to Jennifer.

Afers:  Here Jenn, catch!

Jennifer catches the bat in one hand, swings it back and then swings it forward in a wide arc, aiming high.

Clay has been transfixed by Afers arrival and Jennifers’ appearance out of the cupboard.  All too late he realises what is about to happen.

Jennifer:  Yeah Gaiken, don’t you mess with my hos!

The baseball bat connects with the side of Clay Aiken’s head and he drops to the floor, unconcious.

Anners, Wanda and Jaded are shocked momentarily by this turn of events  It is this shock that takes them away from the job at hand for a split second and allows the dingo friends to make an attack on them.

Wanda sees it coming out of the corner of her eye.  She raises her right hand in the air.

Wanda:  Loaded Gun!

A pistol appears in her hand, she takes aim at DF3 and pulls the trigger.  The recoil of the firearm knocks an unsuspecting Wanda off of her feet and she hits the back of her head as she falls, rendering her unconcious.

The bullet however has hit it’s mark.  The instant it hits DF3 in the chest, there are electrical sparks and a suspicious burning smell.  DF3 falls to the floor, her body jumping around like she’s having a seizure.

Jaded:  Holy crap!  She’s a robot!

Anners looks towards Wanda who is being tended by Afers and Jennifer and feels the anger rise in her chest.

Anners:  (shouting) Now you’ve made me really angry, whores!

Anners reaches into her stiletto boot and pulls out the switchblade.  She flicks it open, takes aim and sends the knife sailing end over end straight towards DF1. DF1 watches cross eyed as the knife flies towards her, mesmerised by it’s approach.  It hits her straight between the eyes.  There is more electrical sparks and crackling and DF1 bursts into flame.

DF2:  (to Jaded)  Bring it on Elf Girl!

Jaded:  You are so going to regret that!

Jaded pulls an arrow out of her quiver, loads it onto the bow and shoots it straight towards DF2 before DF2 even has a chance to move.  It hits her in the throat and she meets her demise in the same fashion as DF1 and DF3 before her.

Anners and Jaded survey the chaos around them in stunned silence.  Jaded approaches DF1 and nudges her (it?) with the toe of her stiletto boot.  More electrical sparks emit from the body, causing Jaded to take a step backwards.

Anners:  Are you okay Jaded?

Jaded:  Yep.  You?

Anners:  I think so.  I still can’t quite grasp what just happened though.

Behind them Wanda stirs on the floor.

Wanda:  Ohhhh, my head.  Am I dead?  Did I die?  Shit, I was supposed to die on the operating table!

Afers:  You’re not dead Wanda.  You just hit your head is all.

Wanda:  Did we kill the dingo friends?  Did we win?

Jennifer:  The dingo friends are dead Wanda, all three of them.  You guys were great!  I think I might have killed Clay Aiken.

Jennifer turns her head to regard the sad figure of Clay Aiken laying, still unconcious, on the floor.

Caiters:  (silent for the whole of the battle)  Can someone untie me please?

Ali-ers:  (having just woken up)  Me too!

Jaded immediately flicks open a switchblade and cuts the rope around Caiters ankles and wrists and then moves to Ali-ers to do the same.

Jaded:  Are you feeling okay guys?

Caiters:  Yeah, I feel great!  (A confused expression comes across Caiters’ face).  Why on earth did I say that?  I feel like crap.  Why would I say I feel great?

Jennifer approaches Caiters and Jaded and holds out a white cloth.

Jennifer:  I saw Clay use it on Janers and it knocked her out.

Jaded takes the cloth from Jennifer and rubs her thumb over it.  She raises it to her face and sniffs at it tentatively.

Jaded:  Phuck!

Ali-ers:  What is it Jaded?

Jaded:  The cloth is imbued with the tincture of the blooms of the Orlandosia Blanchardia tree which grows in the jungles of South America.  It can render a person unconscious and it can open a person to the power of persuasion.

Afers:  Does it have an antidote Jaded?

Jaded:  A person affected by the toxins can only be cured by the kiss of someone he or she finds attractive.

Anners:  We’ll get Whorely to kiss Caiters and Ali-ers.

Jaded:  That won’t work.  A person already affected by the toxins can’t be the kisser.  And I can bet that Whorely is affected too.

Wanda:  Hadn’t we better check on Joders?

Jaded:  Where’s Joders?

Anners:  We had to leave her to take on the dingo.

Janers:  (slurring slightly)  Anners?

Anners:  Koala Janers, you’re awake!  Let me untie you hon.

With her arms free, Janers cuddles Anners.

Janers:  I’m so pleased you came to save us.  I thought I was gonna die.

Anners:  I’d never let you die Janers.

Suddenly a tall, dark haired figure appears in the doorway.

Diego:  Janers!  Oh Janers, thank goodness you are okay.

Diego rushes to Janers side and unceremoniously shoves Anners to one side.

Diego:  Querido, you are okay, yes?

Janers:  Yes, um no?  I’m not sure.

Anners:  (picking herself up from the floor)  Guys, we need to get going.  We have to go see if Joders needs any help. 

Together Orly’s Saviours and the others gather themselves and leave Clay Aiken’s decimated hotel room.  Wanda is supported by Jennifer, Caiters by Afers, Janers by Diego, Ali-ers by Anners and Jaded walks behind them.

Behind Jaded the still unconscious figure of Clay Aiken walks awkwardly like a macabre marionette.  Jaded has cast a spell on his body to make it easier to transport him from the 5th to the 3rd floor.

Anners looks over her shoulder at Clay.

Anners:  Jaded, you’re a little scary sometimes.

Jaded:  (smiling)  You ain’t seen nothing yet.

The group arrives back at Orly’s Saviours’ hotel suite and crowd into the room.  Joders is not there.

Wanda:  Where is Joders?

Anners:  I don’t know.

Jaded:  When did you last see her?

Anners:  When I climbed up the balcony to the 5th floor.  Then she was going into Whorely’s suite to take down the dingo and save Whorely.

Jaded:  Then that’s where she’ll be.

Anners:  (voice wavering slightly)  I’m worried.  What if….

Wanda:  Nothing will have happened to her Anners.  Joders will be okay.

Jaded:  There’s only one way to be sure.

Anners:  Jaded, can you stay here and keep on eye on things?

Jaded:  Of course I can.  I need to be here when Clay wakes up anyway.

Anners:  Thank you.  (Turning to Wanda)  Wanda, will you come with me?

Wanda:  I’ll be right by your side.

Anners and Wanda leave the Orly’s Saviour suite and walk down the hallway to the suite shared by Whorely and the dingo.

Anners reaches out, takes the door handle in her hand and turns the handle.  The door opens.

What will Anners and Wanda find in Whorely and the dingo’s suite?  Will Joders be okay?  Has she saved Whorely from the dingo?  Or has misfortune befallen the missing Orly’s Saviour? 

Watch for the next compelling episode to have these pressing questions answered.

Operation Abduct Orly - Plan B (making it up as we go along)

Two and a half hours later Orly’s Saviors, minus Caiters, are still waiting for Whorely to make a move.

Ali-ers:  I’ve walked past Whorely six times, count them, six times in my bikini and he hasn’t even batted an eyelid.  What’s wrong with him?

Wanda:  Where’s Anners?

Joders notices Anners sitting on a sun lounge being chatted up by the two blokes who mistook her for Halle Berry.  She is twirling her hair around her fingers and looking at the blokes coquettishly from under her lashes.

Joders:  Oi, Halle!

Anners:  (smiling and looking towards Joders) Yes Joders? 

Joders:  We’ve got a job for you.

Anners:  Sorry boys.  Maybe I’ll see you later.

Anners walks back to the other Orly’s Saviours and perches herself on the edge of a sun lounge.

Anners:  What sort of job?

Joders:  Since you’re looking way hotter than Halle, we need you to walk past Whorely.  We’re not convinced he’s with it.  Ali-ers has walked past 6 times, count them, six times and he hasn’t even noticed.  If he doesn’t have a reaction when you walk past then there’s something wrong with him.  Go do your thing.

Anners happily obliges and walks seductively past Whorely and the dingo.  She accidently on purpose drops her towel on the ground and slowly leans over to pick it up.  Sadly there is still no reaction.  Not from Whorely anyways.

Anners walks back to the group and sits down.

Wanda:  Ok, so now I’m worried.

Joders:  Me too Wanda, me too.

Dingo:  Whorelando, r ur phangurls heer?

Orly:  What fangirls?

Dingo:  (pointing towards Orly’s Saviours)  Thoze phangurls.

Orly:  (not even looking in the direction of his Saviours)  No darling.  They aren’t fangirls.  They’re not squeeing.

Dingo:  Isle show them.  Howe daer they trye tu tayk Whorelando from mee.

The dingo stands up.  She is topless.  She walks past Orly’s Saviours with a book held across her chesticals and looks directly at the girls as she walks by.

Ali-ers:  What is she doing?

Wanda:  Oh phuck.  She knows that we’re here.  She’s trying to intimidate us.

Anners:  (giggling)  Because her tiny chesticals are so intimidating.

Joders:   (indicating her own chesticals)  Do you mind?

Anners:  Sorry Joders, I don’t mean you.  I mean the dingo.  Whore.

The dingo turns around and walks past again, this time letting the book slip a little and exposing more of her chesticals.

Ali-ers:  Give it up love.  We’ve all got boobs!

Orly’s Saviours break into school girl like giggling.

The dingo, clearly angry because her parade has failed to have the desired effect, returns to Whorely and gathers up her towel, her bikini top and her sandals.

Orly:  (looking more confused than normal)  What are you doing?

Dingo:  Ihm gunnr giv thoze girls a showe thayl nevr furget.  Come onn Whorelando. Read more »