Bananas in Springtime

Bananas in Springtime

Chapter 6

     The Story The Authors
As the three men left the bar through the front door, a dark shadowy figure slipped out from the back corner and followed them, his face obscured by the brim of his chapeaux. The adventure had begun. Jose read the instructions out loud to the two others that were on the slip of paper Janice handed him. "It says here we're supposed to go to pier eleven at the ship channel. Someone will meet the three of us there, give us all passports, suitcases with what we'll need for the mission, and help us aboard a boat that will take us through the intercoastal waterways to New Orleans, where our entire mission will be made clear. Craig knew he would lose his job, but had never been presented with such an exciting, off-the-wall mission before. He would do it, and so would the others. Besides New Orleans was a day and a half boat ride. They could catch a bus and be back to school and work before Monday. Craig, Jose, and the reluctant Patrick headed for the pier in Craig's beat-up oldsmobile, as instructed. Their shadower followed in a black continental, keeping just far enough away to be undetected. For the three young men, the promise of adventure was more enticing than the safety offered by their mundane campus life. Besides, all Craig and Patrick could think about was the stories they'd be able to write about as a result of this exciting diversion. Besides, Jose love Janice and thought that there must be a righteous political reason that Janice would send the three of them on a mission that involved a Panamanian connection. Janice was, after all, a liberal who believed in the power of the human spririt when freed from the injustices of oppression through democatic means. No sooner had the three young men reached the main gate at pier eleven when a huge blond man limped up to the window. Craig hurriedly rolled down his window. The blond man introduced himself as Ollaf in a thick scandanavian accent. "Who sent you?" asked Olaf. Craig replied that they were all friends of Janice, and that they had a package to deliver. Balthazar
Ollaf didn't beleive them and sent Craig and Jose int custody. He regognised Patrick though and sent him back to Janice. When he got there he told Janice what happened and she screamed, "NOOOOOOooooo! I don't want to have the story coming back to me all the time! It's too muck pressure! I needed those guys!" "Well we didn't," said Jeremy as he, Joel, and Kristi emerged from the dark shadows. Then Kristi added, "Ollaf was working for us." "He agreed perfectly with our desire not to be kicked out of the story by this Sandy R. guy just because you needed less pressure," agreed Joel. "Oh yeah?....." said Janice, as she reached for her evil remote control. Dianne, the 6-year-old angel/ghost watched in horrer. She had been contemplating wisdom... how come Kristi and Joel were braniacs but she was the wise one..... wise way beyond her years...... much wiser that Joel or Kristi but hardly a braniac, she had gotten very bad grades in school and wasn't much better now..... when she saw Janice reach for the evil romote control. She knew she had to save Janice's family but she couldn't really figure out how. Carolyn
Janice turned the remote control on herself. "I've had enough!" she screamed. "Why can't you people just leave me alone and let me have my identity crisis in peace!" She pressed a button and vanished in a puff of smoke. "Oh my god!" Jeremy gasped. "Where did she go? What's happened to her?" "Well, we know she can't be dead becuase she is immortal, unless the evil remote control is more powerful than her immortality. But no, Janice is much too powerful. I suspect she must have been transported somewhere." Joel deduced. Then it occurred to Dianne that even though Kristi and Joel were book smart, they had no common sense, which was her own strength. "We have to find her," Patrick urged. "Apparently, this story cannot go on with out her and if we don't bring her back, we'll all perish." "You're right," Jeremy agreed. "But where do we start looking for her?" "I have an idea," proffered Olaf. Sandy R


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