Stringfellow, renegade CIA agents are funneling weapons and cash into the Tiny Acres Day Care center in Overland Park, Kansas. Your mission: Take out the day care with nuclear-tipped bunker-busters.
Won’t that upset the parents?
Negative. They will be informed that the children are on a long, long field trip to a farm in Missouri, where they have lots of grass to run and play, and bunnies to chase, and a barn to sleep in at night.
I’m not 100% convinced of the viability of your plan.
Listen: two years ago, Steve had to plant explosive charges at a Chuck E. Cheese in suburban Atlanta. Right under the Ski-Ball machines. It’s an ugly business, but you can’t go easy on al-Islamiyaa.
See, String? It’s a totally routine mission.
Who told you about the renegade CIA agents and the day care center?
A tiny little mid-level bureaucrat. He comes through my window at night. He has a tiny headset and an exploding briefcase. He wears a little sport-coat.
You mean — you see him too? He once told me to send Steve to wipe out a family water park with enhanced-blast thermobaric munitions.
One time, I even had to destroy a petting zoo with a rocket-propelled grenade launcher. My conscience still bothers me about that.
That ain’t ever gonna stop either! Because you lower than a Gogurt-eatin polecat.
GET OUT OF MY HEAD!
This tiny little bureaucrat sounds familiar. Where does he get his terror intelligence? Because it sounds totally made-up.
Stringfellow, you had better hope his intelligence is reliable, because if it is not, we are all guilty of unforgivable crimes against humanity.
Hey, guys. Long time, no smell. HA HA HA HA HA! (Just kidding. Just kidding.)
Hey, Tiny O. Listen, we were just talking, and, uh — well, we were kind of wondering why you were having us blow up all those children.
Yeah. And the old people and suburban families. Baby ducks and what-not.
Are you questioning the reliability of my intelligence source?
NO! No, nothing like that.
Because if you don’t believe me, I can show it to you.
Well, yeah. Sure. That would be awesome.
I got the information…
Yes..?
… from my exploding briefcase.
Hey, dawg. You blow up that day care center yet? ‘Cause there’s a bitch-ass elementary school in Wausau that thinks its shit don’t stink. I mean — um — it’s more of a munitions dump than an elementary school.
Yeah. It’s… um… lot of…
lot of munitions there.
Well? Are you satisfied?
I have to say: That completely puts my mind at rest.
Mine, too! Man, that’s a load off. Now maybe my conscience will leave me alone.
Not if you keep stealin’ cable, I won’t!
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High and Low: When Brows Collide!
A Very Special Episode of Airwolf
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