Agent Triple-Zed glanced out the window of the minivan. "Surveillance in building across the field," she said into the microphone on her shoe.
"Understood," said her shoe. "Employ disguise 4-delta."
"Roger that." Triple-Zed slipped the red wig over her hair. "Do we abort the mission?"
"Negative," said her shoe. "Operation Chuck E. Cheese still in effect."
"Understood. Provide back-up at final location."
Triple-Zed jumped out of the minivan and ran onto the field screaming, "Yay, TEAM! Go Carrotheads!", trying not to think about the success probability of a mission that hinged on a half-dozen red-headed soccer youth.
Sunday, November 13, 2011
Saturday Centus (Sunday edition)
A day late again...sorry, folks. This time we take the same photo as last week, but we have to write from the POV of one of the orange-meloned soccer kids. OK then: