Georgie shares Part 15 of his gripping, true-life story...

Thursday, February 25, 2016

Beefore I share Part 15 of my wildly suspenseful story today, I just wanted to let everybody know that W.T.F. Airways still hasn’t found our luggage.

I called their Office of Lost and Permanently Misplaced Baggage yesterday. Nobody was there, but they had a recorded message that said, “We are currently not in the office. If you called during regular buzziness hours and received this message, it means that we are not here. Thank you.”

Geeeeeeze. That’s not what I’d call responsive Customer Service. I’m beeginning to think I’ll never see my fez again.

Anyway … Here’s the moment you’ve all been waiting for: this week’s gripping chapter of . . .

TheBeeWhoKnewTooMuch-COVER


15.

"THE PRISONER HAS ESCAPED!" Jasmine buzzed as loudly as she possibly could.

I couldn't figure out why was telling me to bee so quiet and acting like she wanted to help me escape, then turn around and do something like that. Geeeze. It just didn't make any sense.

Even weirder was the fact that, for some reason, she threw me that briefcase - the one containing that Andromadiacles (or whatever it's called) stick-thingy - which I had just noticed she grabbed with her wing as we were fleeing that room where we locked up Krunch McKowsky.

"HERE!" she buzzed at me. "Take this and run!"

I think I would have looked pretty sporty, maybee even important, carrying that briefcase around under normal circumstances, but it turns out these weren't normal circumstances. I was suddenly beeing chased by a bunch of bees I didn't know and, thanks to Jasmine, was beeing weighed down by that heavy briefcase.

If I didn’t know any better, which I didn’t, it almost seemed as if Jasmine WANTED me to get caught. Still, I clutched the briefcase as tightly as I could and ran for it. I could hear Jasmine and those other bees still beehind me as I tried the best I could to escape this whole mess.

As I was running down a long hallway, I stopped for a second, looking beehind me to see if I was losing my pursuers. Much to my amazement, I could see Jasmine, entangled in mortal combat with about 87 bees wearing fezs who were obviously trying to subdue her. Amazingly, she had already dealt with 42 of them, and was just getting ready to deal with the other 45, when she spun around (knocking 12 of them down) and buzzed loudly at me.

"DON'T WORRY ABOUT ME! JUST GO. GO NOW. I'LL FIND YOU!"

Then she went back to dealing with our adversaries.

And I just ran.

(to bee continued)

. . .

Okay then. I’m gonna go take another nap.

I hope everybody has an astoundingly congenial day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

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