We arranged to meet at The Dolphin at Whitby.

We arranged to meet at The Dolphin at Whitby. To blend in with the locals, I wore black lipstick & patent leather thigh boots. Wilbur wore a black cape lined with red silk & talcum
powder. The smell of a baby's bottom wafted into the tavern as Wilbur entered through the door, eyes scanning the bar until he saw me. I raised a drink to my lips and sipped.
It made me nervous when Wilbur came into the bar. YES he was a grown man. Buuuut YES he wore diapers and baby clothes and.. Well he was Wilbur. Weirdo extraordinary super califragi
listic with a side order of schizoid behavior. He fit in well with the bar scene that way, with his Crying Game routine. A plastic heart, Wilbur has, tripping on E. I left the bar
of uranium-238 on the bar. The barkeep looked at it and then at me. "Take your filthy ingot off my bar," he said as he reached for something from under the bar. I looked for Wilbur
and Orville, but they had taken off down the runway. So I slowly removed my uranium-238 from the bar and back out out the saloon doors slowly. Then I hopped on my horse and
skedaddled out of town. Skedaddling was still a thing back then. As luck would have it, I didn't skedaddle far enough. I ran into Wilbur & Orville in Kitty Hawk at the beach. They
were fixing the First Aircraft, and accidentally ended up in a Tornado.
The Secret Service didn't see it as being that accidental. They had ample warning about the tornado. That they wound up in a tornado would be investigated. They went into Alert #1.
The mission ended up failing, and little did they know, Mr. Windman had been causing the tornadoes. This is a warning to all of you! You are not safe! Mr. Windman is after you all!

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