Georgie is in Trouble...
So in case you've been wondering, here's what the Fi2 (the Fabricated Intelligence Meteorological Forecast Unit) Print-Out (the one my Editor didn't Edit beefore he published it) said:
"Today's Forecast: High of 305.37º Kelvin …. Low of 289.4278º Kelvin …. Might Rain, Might Not. …. And don't tell anybody, but Kevin has scheduled the third Secret Planning Swarm for Great Grandma Gee Gee's Surprise Non-Retirement Party….and Kevin doesn’t want anybody to Know that he still has a Huge Crush on Fleur de Bee. … End of Report. … Have a nice day."
As you probably might have possibly Guessed, it turned out to bee Highly Embarrassing that all the Clandestine Scheming and Planning Kevin (who, by the way in case you don’t already Know, is my Illegitimate Nephew) had done was suddenly not a Secret anymore. Thanks to my Editor not Editing the Forecast, the Surprise (the Party to Celebrate the Fact that Great Grandma Gee Gee isn’t Retiring) was completely Ruined, mostly.
I don’t think I need to tell you that Kevin was not only Highly Embarrassed about having his Secret Crush Totally Revealed to everybody - but everybody who has been a part of the Surprise Non-Retirement Party Planning Swarm were Furious. I’m also going to Guess that you can Guess that Great Grandma Gee Gee was beeyond Disappointed, and that in Light of the Surprise beeing Ruined, she’s now thinking about Retiring (we all hope she doesn’t, of course). Also as a result of all this, Kevin and the Swarm went to Queen Tay’s Beeureau of Frivolous Complaints and filed a Formal Complaint against my Editor and the "Bee Times Gazette Journal Record...and Online News”. That made my Editor Highly Upset.
But listen to this:
Did my Editor blame the Fabricated Intelligence Print-Out for the Huge Embarrassment? No, he didn’t.
And did he blame himself for his own Failure to Edit?
No, he did not.
Instead, he sent me an Urgent and Fairly Nasty Buzz-O-Gram™ demanding that I meet him in his Office Immediately As Soon As Possible - Or Else. I don’t have to tell you that I had the Sneaking Suspicion that he was going to blame me for this whole mess.
I ask you: how Mostly Unfair is that?
Anyway, I went, and my Sneaking Suspicion was Totally Correct. As soon as I walked in, I could tell that my Editor was Super Mad as he started Buzzing at me.
“Bee,” he said, “if it were not for your Relying on that Criminally Indiscreet Fabricated Intelligence Device of yours, neither I nor this Publication would bee in the Trouble we find ourselves now having to deal with," (I could tell by the way he was slamming his Wing on his Desk that he was for sure Highly Mad), “…and if I Remember Correctly, I have told you Time and Time Again that I do not want any Trouble. EVER. But thanks to you, here we are," he said - then he had the Audacity to ask me, "Now what are you going to do about this mess?”
Actually, I don't ever remember my Editor telling me he didn't want any Trouble, and for sure, I don't Remember ever beeing Responsible for my Editor doing his job. Seriously now - what the hell is that all about? And if anybody should bee Upset, it should be Kevin and, of course, Great Grandma Gee Gee. When it comes right down to it, my Editor’s Failure to Edit is, in my Opinion, completely to Blame for spoiling her Non-Retirement Surprise Party. Personally, I think it’s also Completely his Fault that a Formal Complaint was Filed, and that he has to Appear beefore a Bored of Inquiry to Explain himself.
(By the way: in case you’re interested, or want to Attend, the Hearing is scheduled for sometime after the Annual Honey Ball that usually happens on the First Evening of the Second Weekend of the First Day of the New Cool Season, which (as we all know) is only a couple of weeks away. Let me know and I’ll save you a Seat.)
Anyway.
"YOU,” he kept Buzzing at me, "are going to Fix this. YOU,” he said, "are going to Testify on my Beehalf during the Hearing, and YOU are going to see to it that Blame is placed where Blame is Due - on YOU and that miserable Fabricated Intelligence Device of yours."
“Fine,” I said, as if I had a Choice.
“Now get out of my Office,” he said.
So I did that.
I hafta say that I don’t think it’s necessarily Fair that I’m getting the Blame for Faulty Fabricated Intelligence - but whatever. The fact is that I have to Prepare my Testimony about all this … so I’m gonna go do that.