| Diligent as a hungry
    squirrel looking for buried nuts in the winter, Monty dug into a large box
    of old spare pieces of plumbing equipment. "Hey, Alec, look here,"
    he whispered. "Here’s that old pump you pulled out of the Lily Pad
                fountain—you
    replaced it a couple of months ago, faulty impeller I think it was." "Yeah,
                that puppy was conking out fast," Alec confirmed. "How
                about if you need to install this spare pump because of a big
                leak in the base of the fountain?" "Boffo
                plan, Monty," Alec enthused. "And the bird feeder is
                only a few feet away. Sure, we can start on the fountain pump.
                Then, after they become accustomed to us being there…" "We
                move over to the bird feeder, set up the ladder, and you climb
                up with the bag of seed while I block the view as much as
                possible." "Mega
                boffo," Alec whispered loudly. In a
                couple of minutes, toting ladder, tools, a pump, and a bag of
                bird seed, Alec and Monty were waiting for the guard at the base
                of the patio stairs to let them through. "Right
                up the stairs," the MP said gruffly after receiving a 'clear' command over his headset. "Hey
                buster," Monty said up close as he passed the robot-like
                guard, "I’ve run this humble establishment for more years
                than you have tucked under your little belt. You think I don’t
                know the way to my own patio? Use some sense and decency young
                man!" Monty started climbing but then turned around and
                called back to the guard. "And mind your manners with me or
                I’ll have you tossed out by Big Mike." At the top
                of the stairs, in the entryway to the patio, another MP blocked
                the door. After a short delay, they were again cleared to pass—right into the waiting
                arms of two MPs who announced that they would
                accompany Monty and Alec while they were doing their patio work. Monty and
                Alec looked at each other in a brief glance of apprehension
                about this unexpected wrinkle in their plan. "As
                long as you don’t get in the way," Monty snapped with
                authority. "I run this place, you see? I’m letting you
                guys work here as long as you are courteous guests. And mannered
                guests never interfere or obstruct. So, gentlemen, accompany us
                if you must. But, of course, you will not get in our way." General
                Gomez, who had been talking with Dr. Crink and some of Crink’s
                staff, overheard the end of Monty’s forceful directions to the
                MPs. The general stepped over before Monty and Alec could move
                on. "Well….uhummmm…well, Mr. Sturm and Alec my
                boy," The general said as she clapped Alec lightly on the
                shoulder. "Now my boys have their instructions. So, I know
                you will cooperate—just finish your work quickly, and then you
                must leave. That’s the deal. OK?" Monty and
                Alec stared impassively at the general’s glittering smile and
                said nothing. Waiting for their response, the Cheshire cat’s
                smile began to slowly fade—threatening to turn into an
                unpleasantness. "Sure, sure, sure," Monty finally
                mumbled to his ladder as he and Alec picked up their tools and
                headed to the Lily Pad fountain. Alec’s
                eyes were fixed on the alien being that was now almost dancing
                on top of its shimmering blue pedestal of light. The wondrous
                being turned its attention obviously on him and suddenly burst
                into a high-speed stream of repeating color patterns. As Alec
                passed close, he felt as if the creature were trying to speak
                just to him. He marveled at the swirling rivulets of color that
                ran around the monkey’s face. Reluctantly, he turned away from
                the lively creature and followed Monty to the fountain. As Monty
                and Alec began work on the pump in the fountain’s base, they
                could overhear the commotion around Dr. Crink and the people
                working around him. All sporting outlandish headsets that made
                them look like Nordic warriors in a bad opera, they huddled and
                shuttled around a clutch of mobile, camouflaged computer hutches
                with strange sensor arrays mounted on their sides. Dr. Crink was
                standing by one of the computer terminals gesturing quickly to
                scurrying assistants. "Hurry,
                get that EM channel back up," the anemic Dr. Crink ordered
                with a bony finger impatiently poking a blinking light on a
                display screen. "And give me a signal overlay for the feed
                from the 90s," he barked as he turned to a computer
                operator hurriedly typing at a nearby terminal. "We’re
                still getting exponential gain over previous color cycle
                times," a worker at another terminal called out excitedly. "Yeah,
                we’re seeing the same thing over here," another voice
                cried out from a terminal located around the other side of the
                small wire fence that encircled the lively creature. "Give
                me high-res and all channels up on the 90s," an agitated
                Dr. Crink yelled to no one in particular. Just as
                they had hoped, their work on the fountain pump quickly bored
                their two MP escorts. Both were now standing relaxed and
                apparently chewing some fat as they watched the increasing
                activity and excitement around the alien apparition. Seeing that
                they had let their guard down, Monty harrumphed and declared
                that Alec had done a good job and would the guards like to take
                a look at the newly installed pump? One of the
                MPs leaned over and looked inside the pump housing. Then, in a
                greasy hand that hovered over the MPs shiny boots, Alec held up
                the dripping pump for the guard’s approval. "OK,
                good. Let’s go," the guard said as he stepped back from
                the imminent damage to his buffed, black leather. "Only
                other thing we need to do is refill the feeder for my Aviaritus
                Voxum, Monty said matter-of-factly. "That’s their
                Latin name you know…my little Yellow-Breasted Zuni finches.
                Very expensive…need special food you know," Monty mumbled
                like a daft old man as he collected his gear and headed for the
                feeder. "Alright,
                but let’s move it," the MP said. He nudged his
                distracted comrade to follow along to the feeder only a few feet
                away. Alec
                caught a fast glimpse of the creature as he climbed up to the
                feeder suspended under the high eaves that ran along one side of the
                spacious patio. "He’s looking at me again…I think he’s
                trying to say something to me," Alec whispered in Monty’s
                ear, gesturing toward the distant creature as he began to climb
                the ladder. Monty
                stood at the base of the ladder, ostensibly holding it steady as
                Alec climbed with the bag of seed. Alec fumbled and pretended
                hesitation as he climbed. The MPs quickly lost interest in his
                retarded progress and turned their attention again on the
                activities around the dancing creature. Alec began
                to pour the seed into the feeder as he reached up and
                lifted the lid on top of the enclosure. His fingers searched
                blindly in the recesses for the small switch that would turn on the
                microphone. "Hurry
                up there kid, what’s taking so long," one of the guards
                said looking up at the seed slowly dribbling into the feeder. Acting
                startled, Alec’s arm made a spastic jerk and seed spilled on
                the ground. "Now
                look what you’ve done," Monty yelled offended as he sank
                to his knees and started scooping the loose seed into his hand.
                "Just look at this mess. Do you know how much this Aviaritus
                Voxum mix costs? I told you to pour slowly Alec. Damn it.
                Just do what you’re told," Monty rambled in a parental
                tone. "Kids!" Monty said in a quiet aside to the one guard still watching.
                They exchanged nods of mutual agreement and the guard again turned his
                attention to the frenzied activity around the alien being. Now more
                frantic, Alec continued feeling for the switch in the dark
                enclosure. Just as he spied General Gomez heading in their
                direction, his little finger found the switch. He flipped it
                just as he let more seed spill. Everyone except Monty looked
                down to watch the thousands of colorful seeds bounce and roll
                and flow across the smooth patio stones. "Well,
                I think that’s enough for now, Alec. We got our big jobs
                done," Monty announced in a voice intended also for the
                approaching general’s ears. "I
                expect this is the end of your…ummm…important jobs on the
                patio," the general said with a sarcastic accent on ‘important.’ "For
                now, General Gomez, yes," Monty said firmly with a side
                grin to Alec. Dr. Crink
                walked briskly over to confer with the general as Alec and Monty
                gathered their tools in haste. They headed toward the exit, the
                MPs in their wake. Around them there was a chorus of techno
                babble and humming machines. Above the din, Alec distinctly
                heard the urgent voice of the general behind him: "ASAP Crink. I want to see all
                of it…ummm ASAP.".
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