Anyone for Babycham?

Me: Well, I think Gladys looks gorgeous.

Nell: The tiara is a little excessive, even for Monte Carlo.

Me: So tell me, how did it go?

Nell: As expected, berets were not allowed in the casino so The Cat lent David a sequinned bow tie.

Me: Good idea.

Nell: A silent whippet in a trench coat escorted them to the casino.

Me: How unexpectedly kind of a stranger.

Nell: It was one of Sally’s team.

Me: Of course.

Nell: Once inside David remained cool and ordered his dry martini like a good boy.

Me: Bless him.

Nell: Gladys almost ruined it all by asking for a Babycham but The Cat stepped in quickly and requested champagne.

Me: Good move.

Nell: Anyway, suddenly this gorgeous Golden Retriever in a Venetian mask glided towards David and started playing with his bow tie.

Me: A foreign spy. I told you.

Nell: No. Sally in disguise checking the wire was hidden.

Me: I see.

Nell: Sponge Finger and the NOIR gang were in a private room playing poker so they joined them.

Me: Baccarat?

Nell: No, ‘Breakfast roll, Jim?’ Although, I have no idea who Jim is, or why he would want a roll but then poker is not my game.

Me: Don’t you mean ‘Texas Hold’em?’

Nell: No. Stop making up ridiculous names. Where was I?

Me: They were all playing poker.

Nell: Yes. Fortunately The Cat is an experienced poker player so David could observe from the sidelines and Gladys just danced.

Me: Did he manage to get the information Sally needed?

Nell: Yes. MI5 are delighted. A successful mission.

Me: So are they on their way home?

Nell: We hope so. We lost contact a while ago. We think David removed his bow tie and his iBone doesn’t have a signal.

Me: What if something has happened?

Nell: I’m sure we will hear from them soon.

Me: Yes. Sorry.

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