A doorman stopped With, “I’m sorry Sir, but you need a tie to enter here.”
“Oh bother, have you got a spare Lee?”
Lee gesticulated, threw a puff of smoke powder and then produced a tie (not so obviously) from his sleeve.
“Hey,” said the doorman, “you aren’t the act for this afternoon are you?”
“It depends…” replied Lee.
“On what?”
“On if you are going to let us in if we say we are or not.”
“Well are you?”
“No.”
“Well as long as the chubby one with the bald patch has a tie you can come in anyway.”
“I am not bald!” exclaimed With, “It is my tonsure.”
“Gazuntight!” blessed the doorman.
“Really,” huffed with as he tried to tie his tie up.
“Come here,” said Lee as he began to tie it for him.
“Couldn’t you have kept an elasticated one up your sleeve?” wondered With.
“No, you can’t get them to come out as smoothly or quickly.” He made sure the knot he had made was straight.
They showed the doorman who then smiled as he let them in.
Valerie Von Votisdat was singing when they entered.
“Daddy wouldn’t buy me a woof bang (‘ave a banana),
Daddy wouldn’t buy me a woof bang (‘ave a banana),
He bought a little rat, and I’m very fond of that,
But he wouldn’t buy a woof bang bang, ‘ave a banana.”
The crowd was singing along with her.
YOU ARE READING
The Detective One
Science FictionThe Fifth book in the Arth Series. Arthur and the rest are cooped up in the cowboy/detective dimension. Mr. White-not-Black has been murdered and they must find the culprit. Yes it is supposed to be funny.
