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

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!