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After leaving Little Juan bound in a corner of Rock’s office, we went back to my office. I got on the blower real quick.
I got through to the palace operator, while I got out my little black book.
“Howdy, this is Red. Password ‘Fried pineapple’. Patch me through to the Officer of the Day.”;
In less than a minute, I got a French accented voice asking “Burr oak and tinsel?”;
I replied “Lizard bait.”;
“Please set up for scramble.”;
I reached into the desk drawer and flipped a switch. “On.” I said.
“Good Morning, Monsieur Red. What causes the need for such a password this morning?”;
“A high level diplomatic flap is in progress, concerning Pinwheel. I am first on the target, and am reportin’ directly. Not to insult you position, but this is highly confidential, and time sensitive. Can you please pass the word to the football carrier that Her Majesty must contact Red as soon as possible. Important lives may be on the line.”;
Rock, who was listening at my end of the conversation, muttered. “All lives are important.”;
I ignored him. “I’ll leave the line on here so you can patch Her through when she is available.”;
Rock was eyeing me. “I didn’t realize you were a high ranking spy.”;
“High ranking, my eye. I bathe every day. Besides I’m not a spy. I don’t sell U.S. secrets to Pinwheel or Pinwheel secrets to the U.S. I’m a fancy diplomat.”;
“Lord help us!”;
“Well, there ain’t any wars so far and I get paid, unlike some people in the room.”;
About then, Queen Zelda gets on the line. “I interrupted my bath for this, It’d better be good..”
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