Mission...Impossible!!!!!!!!
by TraceCAT98
Walking across the lobby, and into the equipment area, Trace was greeted by the ever-cheerful Walter.
'Hey sugar,' he said, with a wink and a sly smile.
Trace shook her head, and smiled in spite of herself. 'Hey Walter. I was told that you had my mission gear.'
Walter chuckled, and walking back into the vault, returned with a black satchel. Setting it down on his worktable, he looked up, a somewhat serious look on his face.
'Operative CAT, your mission, if you decide to except it, is very simple.' As he said that, he reached into the satchel, and took out what appeared to be a short, LEATHER belt. Well, it first looked like a belt, but upon further inspection, it became clear that it was in actuality supposed to be a dress.
'You have got to be kidding,' Trace exclaimed.
Walter, trying to remain serious, lost all control, as his face SCRUNCHed up into a mischevious, and sly smile.
'Now sugar, you know the rules. You must be in gear that suits the mission,' he stated, walking around the worktable, and handing the dress to Trace.
Taking the proffered dress, Trace couldn't help but wonder how the material could be so SLINKY, being LEATHER in content. 'What kind of mission calls for this kind of gear?' Trace said, before she could help herself. Realizing the opening that she had left, she braced herself for Walters reply.
'Oh sugar, the kind of mission that can go all night, all day, and into the night again. The kind of mission that leaves you wanting more. The kind of mission...'
Before he could finish, Trace raised her hand, stopping him in mid sentence. 'Uh, I get the point there Walter.' Shifting the dress back and forth in her hands, she shook her head in disbelief. 'How in the NUBBIN do you expect me to get this,' she stated, while pointing to her rather large behind, 'into this?' she finished, holding the dress out and shaking it for emphasis.
'Well, sugar, if you need a little help,' Walter offered, moving towards her, and smiling.
'Oh no thank you. No way.' Trace then laid the dress on the worktable, turned on her heel, and headed off in search of Madeline. Surely there had been some mistake, and she aimed to clear it up.
Disappointment flashed across Walter's face. In the next instant, a thought occurred, and a smile formed once more. Picking up his cell phone, he dialed, and waited for a connection. Speaking quickly and to the point, he finished the conversation, and flipped the phone closed.
'Well,' he mused to himself, his eyes twinkling with new found mischief, 'if I can't get the CAT into the outfit, maybe the MONKEY will be more cooperative.'
THE END