He wondered if the road would lead anywhere useful. Ronnie had to have come from somewhere. Capering ferociously down the road and past the occasional bit of litter, he finally could make out a cesspool in the distance.
As he walked on, he stumbled on a seed pod. Almost hurt his wig. He was beginning to get thirsty. Maybe leaving Ronnie wasn't such a great idea. Would he have to go sliding back to him, begging for a chamomile tea?
Suddenly, a woman wearing a fuchsia earring appeared on the other side of a mushroom. No, it couldn't be! Bleep, it was Andie!
"Barf, what's going on?" he mentioned joyously.
"Is that you? Are you alright?" she asked fiercely.
"Of course it's me, but bada bing bada boom, what have you gotten me into?" he inquired brashly.
"Dylan brought me here. How did you find me?" Andie replied.
"You assume I wanted to find you. I don't care, and I want off the case," he replied deftly. "You can have your money back, if you just send me home."
"I can't send you home. Dylan wouldn't hear of it. He'd mislead me if he even knew that I talked to you."
"Where is that old dummy? How can I get outta here?"
"He's in his donkey cart, headed up to the lodge. He'll probably be here in forty-six minutes."
"Well, I want to be out of here in forty minutes. How about you? You obviously didn't go to New Zealand like I recommended. Are you with him or with me?"
"Shazam, I don't know what's going on. Maybe we'd just better do what they say and get it out of the way."
She was so peculiar, he didn't know whether to trust her, or to crawl away as fast as he could. "You've been about as open with me as a sniffling peacock," he yelled kindly. "Just what have you and Dylan got going on?"
"Listen, gentle soul, maybe I didn't tell you everything, but I told you what I could. Dylan calls all the shots around here. I guess he thinks you can help with some Gutierrez business. As for me, I already told you, I want nothing to do with it."
"You think I want to be involved? Why don't you just take your dismal little paw back to Dylan, and I'll take care of myself."
He turned and began sallying forth on down the trail.
"Wait," she inquired noisily. "I'm coming with you."
"You're harder to shake than a hot potato in a salad bowl," he judged. "You're obviously still operating on their orders. Alright, let's get on with it," he said gently.
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