. Miss Parker's cell phone rang. "What? What is it, Broots? Really?
Now this I've got to see!" She snapped the phone shut.
Ten minutes later, the Centre limo drove up to the formidable
building and Miss Parker, Broots, and Sydney hopped out of the car and
ran inside the building.
"We've come to bail out a woman named Brigitte," Sydney explained
to the one in charge. Miss Parker left Sydney and Broots in the
waiting area.
In another moment, Miss Parker entered the cell block and came
face to face with Brigitte behind bars. The cleaner rose at her
approach, twirling a red sucker in her left hand.
"Well, it's about time, luv!" Brigitte said with an impish grin.
She was pacing inside her cage.
Miss Parker smirked at her. "Time for what?"
"Time I got out of 'ere!" Brigitte said, stressing the words in
her British accent. "Well," she eyed Miss Parker, suspiciously.
"Aren't you the least bit surprised?"
"Not in the least."
"Aren't you the least bit curious to know how I got in 'ere?"
Miss Parker's grin widened. "Should I be? Weren't you arrested by
the fashion police?"
"That pesky Pretender got me arrested for carrying a concealed
weapon."
"Been there. Done that." Miss Parker looked at the police report.
"You failed to mention resisting arrest. Hmm....and overdue credit
card bills. Using a stolen GOLD CARD?"
"Ah, phone call for a Brigitte," said guard, carrying in a phone.
"It 's probably No One," smirked Miss Parker, taking the phone.
"Give it to me!" Brigitte reached for the phone, but Miss Parker
was out of reach.
"What?" asked Miss Parker. "Oh sure. Enjoying yourself? Good. Of
course, I'll put her on."
"Hello luv," came a familiar voice over the phone.
"Miss Shallsee!" Brigitte said. "Why did you ring me?"
"Well, I didn't tell you the whole story when I said I was using
your gold card for the furniture," Shallsee replied; music was playing
in the background.
"Oh no, luv! Not the Bahamas!"
"I pulled a switch on your GOLD CARDS. Not to worry. It's a
business trip.There seems to be a Jarod Snorkle here giving diving
lessons."
"Business indeed!" cried Brigitte into the reciever. "Why, I..."
the line went dead.
The guard took the phone away. "There's a time limit on all
calls," he shrugged.
Brigitte stared back through the bars at Miss Parker incredulously.
"Don't just stand there. You are 'ere to bail me out?"
"Oh, I don't know," Miss Parker said, picking up a familiar red
notebook. "If I spend anymore time here I might lose the trail."
"Lose the trail!" Brigitte was miffed. "Hound dog!"
"Watch dog!" Miss Parker retorted, coolly.
"Dragon lady!"
"Sucker!"
Brigitte pulled the red sucker from her mouth and threw it
through the bars at Miss Parker.
Miss Parker calmly stepped out of the way of the flying piece of
candy. "Oh, officer!" Miss Parker called. "You certain you took all
the concealed weapons away from Princess Try Hard? You never can
tell."
"What are you trying to do to me, luv?" Brigitte asked. Then,
she switched to a different tactic, smiled slyly and said, "Come now
Miss Power Suit, we're on the same side." Brigitte peered through the
bars of her jail cell.
"Well, remember that, B-girl, the next time you point a gun in my
face."
"I'll tell Mr. Lyle of this!" Brigitte shouted as Miss Parker
headed for the door.
Miss Parker turned around and laughed. "Don't worry your blonde
bonnet over it, B-girl. I'll be happy to tell Mr. Lyle--the next time
I see him. But get a new wardrobe first, 'luv'; orange just isn't your
color."
The End?
