Volume 5: The Further Saga of Alemany '66:
As revealed by The Shadow
and with minor assistance from F.J. Bonaccorso
Volume Subtitle: Yes, Mr. Prime Minister.
As revealed by The Shadow
and with minor assistance from F.J. Bonaccorso
Volume Subtitle: Yes, Mr. Prime Minister.
Cayman Brac.
Sitting on a rickety dock with their feet in the water drinking Corona beers.
John Thompson: That was a great concert last night wasn't it Marty.
Marty Molidor: It sure was Johnny, I mean, Yes, Mr. Prime Minister. Peggy Jones especially. She did not know what to do at first being up on stage already. She used to have to crash onto the stage to get to Mick, like back in the '60s.
John: You can drop that Mr. Prime Minister bit, Marty, especially when we are alone.
Marty: You mean just like you dropped that false Caribbean accent with me, John.
John: The people feel more comfortable thinking of me as a native Cayman Islander. There is an election soon, I want a second term. Hey, but why are you so depressed today, Marty?
Marty: I got papers from Taco Bell today. They are trying to sue me for every penny I have. I don't have a lot of cash flow right now, especially with the new franchise down here and the fleet of conch divers to support. Also, I got a phone call from Greg Pokorski he wants a lot of cash to fund an expedition that I promised to support. I can't let Greg down, a promise to an Alemany classmate is a promise I keep.
John: Of course. Hey, why don't you give Oscar Rivera a call. He won the Publishers Clearing House. He can at least support the expedition.
Marty: Great idea Johnny. I will call Oscar.
John: Say, what is this expedition all about and to where?
Marty: (running toward a phone booth). Can't tell you now, sworn to secrecy and all that.
At the front door of the Playboy Mansion. (It is late night)
Cha Cha Faitel: So are you in on the project?
Frank: Wild hippos couldn't keep me out, my dear. You will be seeing more of me. Say is there a Starbucks nearby, I could use some coffee before I drive back to the Valley.
Cha: There is one two blocks down off the highway, on the left. Good luck, Frankie Joe.
Frank: How did you know I'm Frankie Joe?
Cha: Maybe the Shadow told me. Or maybe, I remember that's what your mom called you when you were little. Now good night Frankie Joe, it is getting late.
Early Morning on Cayman Brac:
John Thompson: (calling loudly from way down the beach) Good morning Marty. I see you feel a lot better today, mon.
Marty (with new friend he met at the Nun’s Concert). Never felt better John. Thanks for the tip about Oscar, he is taking care of the situation. I didn't realize he won $40 million. Have a great day Mr. Prime Minister.
John: No problem, come by with your friend for drink.
Sitting on a rickety dock with their feet in the water drinking Corona beers.
John Thompson: That was a great concert last night wasn't it Marty.
Marty Molidor: It sure was Johnny, I mean, Yes, Mr. Prime Minister. Peggy Jones especially. She did not know what to do at first being up on stage already. She used to have to crash onto the stage to get to Mick, like back in the '60s.
John: You can drop that Mr. Prime Minister bit, Marty, especially when we are alone.
Marty: You mean just like you dropped that false Caribbean accent with me, John.
John: The people feel more comfortable thinking of me as a native Cayman Islander. There is an election soon, I want a second term. Hey, but why are you so depressed today, Marty?
Marty: I got papers from Taco Bell today. They are trying to sue me for every penny I have. I don't have a lot of cash flow right now, especially with the new franchise down here and the fleet of conch divers to support. Also, I got a phone call from Greg Pokorski he wants a lot of cash to fund an expedition that I promised to support. I can't let Greg down, a promise to an Alemany classmate is a promise I keep.
John: Of course. Hey, why don't you give Oscar Rivera a call. He won the Publishers Clearing House. He can at least support the expedition.
Marty: Great idea Johnny. I will call Oscar.
John: Say, what is this expedition all about and to where?
Marty: (running toward a phone booth). Can't tell you now, sworn to secrecy and all that.
At the front door of the Playboy Mansion. (It is late night)
Cha Cha Faitel: So are you in on the project?
Frank: Wild hippos couldn't keep me out, my dear. You will be seeing more of me. Say is there a Starbucks nearby, I could use some coffee before I drive back to the Valley.
Cha: There is one two blocks down off the highway, on the left. Good luck, Frankie Joe.
Frank: How did you know I'm Frankie Joe?
Cha: Maybe the Shadow told me. Or maybe, I remember that's what your mom called you when you were little. Now good night Frankie Joe, it is getting late.
Early Morning on Cayman Brac:
John Thompson: (calling loudly from way down the beach) Good morning Marty. I see you feel a lot better today, mon.
Marty (with new friend he met at the Nun’s Concert). Never felt better John. Thanks for the tip about Oscar, he is taking care of the situation. I didn't realize he won $40 million. Have a great day Mr. Prime Minister.
John: No problem, come by with your friend for drink.
Marty and Cherise in Cayman Brac Paradise
Marty: Now where were we Cherise?.
Cherise: You were telling me about how you were a football hero at Alemany and kept Dave Gieg on the bench. It really is too bad you had a knee injury or you could be the quarterback for the Cowboys.
Marty: Oh, yes. Well as I was saying, Dave was pretty good, but....
Las Vegas, Nevada.
Roulette croupier: Does the gentleman wish to let it ride on number 11?
Oscar Rivera: Let it ride, baby! That is Dave Gieg's high school number. (Wheel is spinning).
Croupier: Number 11, a winner again! Congratulations Mr. Rivera, you have reached the house limit. Cash in.
Oscar: Dialing cell phone. Hi, I won big and after hitting every casino in Vegas, I doubled my Publishers Clearing House winning. (Oscar pauses to listen). That's right, honey, we now have $80 million, well minus a few hundred thousand I promised Marty for a science expedition. Don't expect me home tomorrow, the horses are running at Santa Anita.
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