off the concrete walls.
got it” cries Peter as he races three other men down a fire pole.
sure! That’s our specialty. Don’t you worry, we’ll be right there” Peter
consoles the frantic caller.
couple of proton guns later, Peter and his “exterminators” arrive
at 1749 Peach Star lane. A woman in a pink fluffy night robe with curlers
in her hair stands shaking in the front yard.
cries shamelessly “Mommy, mommy, get the giant-walking-green grape outta
this is going to be messy” Ray rolls his eyes.
tan suits, the four men race into the house. Wrestling echoes down the hall,
resonating from the furthest bedroom. But as the men inch closer, they hear
no! What a mess. My career is over. If my door ever shows up, I’m never coming
back to this house.”
crew to move in. Rays of light resembling lightening strike into the little boy’s
Geez” cries the anonymous voice.
vanishes into the closet as the men enter the room. A swoosh and a bang
sound out before Peter reaches the closet door frame.
it” asks Ray.
know when we get another call in a couple days.”