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Slite and Bois Aussi continued to case the Casino. There was a lot of activity in the back alleyway. What with the marching of the newly formed Union of People Who really Don't Want to Work for a Living and the practice of the Cuban National Frestyle Sauntering team, there wasn't much room left for the activities of the small band of Nazi soldiers who were busily setting up a small rotisserie barbeque and machine gun nest. Then there were the two llamas walking around, one with a duck on its back.

"This seems a bit odd to me," said Slite.

"I know!" replied Bois Aussi, "That sauntering team has got it all wrong! The synchronization should be on the off beat, not the main line!"

Slite looked at his companion and then looked away, slowly shaking his head. "That's an astute observation, but I was actually referring to the coming and going of that German woman and the Japanese guy. They seem to be fixated on the back door of the Casino. I think we should slip in closer to find out what they are up to."

"A good idea, mon ami! Follow my lead!"

Slipping out of the concealing shadows, Bois Aussi quickly came up to the rear of the Sauntering Team and instantly blended in. There are those who say that Babe Ruth is the greatest athlete ever born, or maybe Lou Gehrig. Others point out Knute Rockne or Joe Louis. Maybe even Duke Kahanamoku, the inventor of surfing. But there was no human being more keenly matched to his chosen sport than Roger, Comte de Bois Aussi, Gold Medalist in 1928 in Individual, Team, and Freestyle Sauntering! He just seemed to disappear in the crowd slowly sauntering down the alley.

Slite rolled his eyes and walked along behind, occasionally sniffing at a post and leaving his signature.