“Sorry, handsome. We were having so much fun we forgot about you.”
“Urn . . . could you do something about the disguises before you kiss me again?”
“Whoops. Sorry about that!”
The taller red team member closed his eyes, and the Tues were gone. In their places stood Aahz, Gus, Tananda, and Chumly. That’s why I hadn’t been worried . . . much.
“Nice work, Gus,” I said, nodding my approval. “But I still think I could have handled the disguises myself.”
“Have you ever seen a Tue before?” Aahz challenged.
“Well… no.”
“Gus has. That’s why he handled the disguises. End of discussion.”
“Used to have a secretary named Etheyl,” the gargoyle explained, ignoring Aahz’s order. “She was a big fan of the wrestling circuit.”
“A secretary?” I blinked.
“Sure, haven’t you ever heard of a Tue Fingered Typist?”
“Enough!” Aahz insisted, holding up his hand. “I vote we head back to the Yellow Crescent Inn for a little celebration. I think we’ve thwarted the Mob enough for one night.”
“Yeah,” Tananda grinned. “That’ll teach ’em to pick on someone their own size.”
“But you are their size,” I frowned.
“I know,” she winked. “That’s the point.”
“I say, are you sure, Aahz?” Chumbly interjected. “I mean, we gave them a sound thrashing, but will it hold them until morning?”
“If they’re lucky,” my mentor grinned. “Remember, once they wake up, they’re going to have to report in to their superiors.”
“Do you think they’ll try to recoup their losses with another stab at gambling?” I asked.
“I hope so,” Aahz said, his grin getting broader. “The next big betting event oh the docket is the unicorn races, and we’ve got that covered easily.”