Anyway, here it is again.
The Muppet CaperAs soon as he heard the cell phone notify receipt of the text message, he knew there was no going back. Manta glanced at his Glock; Safety was off, silencer wound on tight. He didn’t want the damn thing falling off like it did that time he was just drawing a bead on Curious George. This time Manta was ready. Without another thought, the murderous manta ray kicked in the door of Apartment 5G.
“Ray, Why do they call you Manta?”
Manta looked up from the beer sitting in front of him.
Manta returned to staring his beer down.
“Well Ray, uh, I mean Manta, you followed through wonderfully. Taking Fozzy out is one more Muppet down. The folks over to Sesame Street will be thrilled."
Manta wasn't interested in having his butt kissed.
Manta did not move. The one eye on the right twitched, turned and gave Forgetful Jones one of his infamous and disconcerting one eyed side long glances.
Forgetful wasn’t that easily putoff.
Leaning in close, Forgetful Jones whispered into what passed for one of Manta’s ears. “Bub, you can be the tough guy out here in the real world, but we both know you have a weak spot for Cabbage Patch.”
“Your money is inside. So’s your next hit. Same money. Get it done or Cabbage Patch gets slawed. Beer’s on me.”
Forgetful Jones tossed money on the bar, stood up and left.
“No Clarissa, this job pays the same. I hope you know it’s just business. Nothing personal………Aht aht aht…….please don’t move.”
Clarissa stopped as if frozen. She smiled. “You know Manta, you are the only one of my many lovers I allowed to call me by my given name.” Clarissa straightened up and turned to face Manta. Still smiling she continued, “I hate to tell you this, but..........I really will miss you.”
A trap door under Manta opened. On his way down he pondered just how he hadn’t seen the ole hole in the floor trick coming. Damn that Miss Piggy. She was one smart pig.