St Muckymuck, Season 2: "Quite A Party, Eh?" part II

"Quite a party, eh, Brenda?" said Senga.  She was speaking to a short, squat woman wearing a leather jacket.  She had the cartoonish appearance of someone whose face had been smashed in by a shovel.

"Aye!" she replied.

"Who would ever have dreamt there would be bathrooms called M4M, M4W, W4W..."

"You forgot the one labelled MISC," said Senga, a grumpy-looking woman wearing a matching leather jacket.  "Where's Myra?"

"Right behind you, you idiots!" came a cackly voice.  "Let's review the plan."  Myra Dick was as wicked a witch as there ever was.  She and her cohorts belonged to the rival Overdale East Frieze Church choir on the southeast side of the Cathclyde River.

Both ladies jumped.  "And those aren't bathrooms, girls, they're playrooms."

"Playrooms?" they chorused, comical puzzled looks came over their faces.

"Yes.  Playrooms."

"Rooms for 'playing in,'" said Myra, holding up hooked fingers on each hand.

"Playing?" quizzed Senga.  The other woman mimed the motion but remained quiet while in the distance somewhere came the distinctive sound of a cracking whip.

"Never mind!" said Myra, rolling her eyes at the stupidity of her two assistants.  "I have it!"  She produced from the pocket of her extremely black dress with two of her pale-greenish fingers, a glass vial with glowing green liquid in it -- rather like dishwashing detergent.

"Ooooh!" said Brenda.  "What's in there?"

"Poison!" said Myra, the color glowing in her pitch black, evil eyes.  "One molecule of this and that Shug Grant will sleep for a hundred years!"  She cackled.  "Poison will make him sleep, yes..."  (c)2012 Steven Gorman.  All rights reserved.

ST MUCKYMUCK

Season 2

WRITTEN BY STEVEN GORMAN

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