That bastard, Kayla thought, as she sped

That bastard, Kayla thought, as she sped down the aisles in her scooter. Didn't he realize that the integrity of Swedish espionage was as stake? Of course not, how could he, but

"Save the Pandas" kiosk. Her scooter got a flat from the bamboo shards, so there was no escape. The activists surrounded her and "stoned" her with panda facts. "Help!" she cried.

*BAM!* The closest activist fell to the ground. "Don't worry miss, I'll put a stop to this Panda-monium!" Her prayers were answered, it was Detective James Manatee, to the rescue!

The harpoon that whizzed by stuck into the 2x4 holding the grapefruit sale sign, but she considered it unlikely that the sign would fall too close to the table saw switch, sadly.

She looked where the harpoon had come from. A paleolithic tribe emerged from Boston's mist. The stunned grocer, grabbed her grapefruit for sale sign and

said "Hey! only two per customer!" The caveman charged the produce section flinging papayas and kiwis in their wake. She had to take charge of this situation. "Yo! Cro-magnons!

You stop that right now!" But the cavemen continued throwing fruit & looting other customers. She tried to tell her supervisor but SHE just nodded, "Hm," and never sent security.

There was no point. Everyone in the store knew that security wouldn't do anything about fruit-throwing cavemen. They didn't do anything last time. She shrugged and went back to her

arsenal of kiwi. "I'm not going to get my dress dirty with fruit, not today!" she screamed. She had an arm that would make Cy Young smile. The cavemen finally gave up and left.