Georgie's amazing story continues as Part 13 of "The Bee Who Knew Too Much" unfolds...
I’ll get to sharing the next part of my suspenseful story in a minute, but first I thought I should tell you what’s going on here.
(Oh. Beefore we go on … I’m sorry I told everybody yesterday that I hope you all had a magnificently rancid day. That’s not what I was trying to say. That was the last phrase Jean Luc taught me beefore we left. I think the next time I try to take French lessons, I’m gonna try to find somebody that actually knows French.)
So yesterday, Fleur showed up with a taxi and four passports. We were standing out on the sidewalk with all our stuff when the taxi pulled up. Fleur got out, gave each of us a passport and asked if we were ready to go.
“Go where, though?” I asked. I was curious. “Can’t we just go to another motel, maybee one that doesn’t have a 24-hour disco downstairs? Or maybee just go back home?”
“No, mon cher,” she said. “You cannot ztay here. And you cannot go back home. It izz not zafe for you. No. it izz imperatife zat no-one knows where you are until it is zafe for you.”
Geeeeeze. So now we’re in a Witness Protection Programme or something? If you ask me, this whole thing about our missing the broadcast of the Queen’s speech has been blown way out of proportion.
Still . . .Fleur is right, probably. So we’re still in the process of beeing transported to we dunno where.
I’m not entirely sure when I’ll bee able to let everybody know where we’re at or what’s going on, so, I hope this next part of my story will keep you occupied until I can do that - ya’ know, letcha know where we’re at or what’s going on, beecause as I said, I don’t know.
So here’s Part 13 of my story . . .
13.
"Uhhmm," I started to try to think of what to say as Farouk sat down at the table across from me, took off his fez and set it in front of him. (Had I mentioned that Farouk was wearing a fez? He was. A red one, actually.)
"I am glad that you finally coming to your senses, bee, and that you will now share with us what you truly know. Little did you know that, had you not mentioned the existence of the second Stick, we would have had to free you, as apparently, you had nearly fooled us."
About all I could think was, "Oh geeeeeeze, me and my big mouth parts."
I looked at Farouk and tried to act like I wasn't beeing serious.
"I was just KIDDING," I told him. "I don't know anything about any second Stick. Geeeze, I don't even know about this one sitting here, buzzing and clicking at us from this handsome but highly unfamiliar briefcase. And why is it doing that?"
"Again you profess to know nothing," Farouk slammed his wing on the table, almost flattening his fez. (There's nothing worse than a flat fez.)
"Truly, this game has grown tiresome. You have already tipped your wing concerning the information you possess. and revealed to us that you know more than you pretend. You must realise you have no choice but to tell us what you know. Bee not confused that you will remain here, with us, until you do so."
I thought I'd try to lighten the mood just a little bit, so I said, "Well, I was really hoping to get outta here by lunchtime, but since you asked..."
"Once again, we find no amusement in your feeble attempt to bee humorous, bee."
Farouk motioned to Krunch McKowsky, who was still standing beehind me, filling that bucket they had with more nectar. “Oh great,” I thought to myself. “They’re gonna waste more delicious nectar by pouring it all over me like they did beefore.” I felt nervous. Then I felt Krunch grabbing my antennae as he started to pull me out of my chair.
"Fine," I said. "I'll tell you what I know, but only to her," and I pointed my wing at Jasmine.
I saw Farouk raise his wing to Krunch and nod. Krunch loosened his grip and let me sit back down.
Seemingly happy that I said I’d talk, Farouk stood up, put his fez back on, and beegan to walk toward the door, where Krunch McKowsky was standing, holding that bucket of delightfully refreshing nectar. Beefore he left, he went over to where Jasmine was standing in the shadows and buzzed something super-quietly to her, then he and McKowsky left, slamming the door beehind them.
Jasmine slowly, gracefully, and with an air of mystery surrounding her, approached me out of the shadows and sat where Farouk had been just moments beefore.
"I am listening," she said to me.
This was it. I had to tell her something, so I said the first thing that popped into my head.
"Has anybody ever told you that you're highly attractive?"
(to bee continued)
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Okay then. Until my return, I hope everybody has miraculously gratifying time!
I’ll see ya’ when I see ya’!