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Half-Clothed Amazons?!? – Page 4

I sat there until nightfall, and lowered myself down behind the chief’s chambers. I peered in the window and saw the chief slobbering all over Noah, and Noah trying the best he could to escape. “Leepsay ithway emay.” (Sleep with me.)

“Never!” He translated.

“Hyway?” (Why?)

“Because I am married!” Noah stated. I crept into the room via a nearby window, and managed to put some chloroform over the chief’s nose. She fell asleep in my arms. “Adam. Boy am I glad to see you.”

“Shh. Well Noah, I thought this is what you always wanted. A million amazons, half-dressed at your feet, not to mention your wife.”

“My wife? Where is she?”

“I don’t know. But if I were an Amazon and was told that some girl wanted her husband back, I’d throw her in prison.”

“Good point.”

“Plus, they have no clothes, except, maybe a few leaves.”

“Huh?”

“Someone’s idea of a disguise.”

“How are we going to get out of here?”

“I was counting on you to know that.” We sat and thought for a while.

“I’ve got it. Do you have any more of the formula on you?”

“Not on me, but in this vial.” I said, taking out the vial.

“Put it on you.”

“Are you kidding? And have all these half-clothed amazons all over me?”

“That’s just it. With both of us with the formula, it will fry all their circuits except for Laura and Katie.”

“Why not theirs?”

“Because they had to eat some grapefruit before they came into camp so that they wouldn’t be affected.”

“Right! Good thinking Noah.” I took the vial and poured a little bit on me. I then went to the window, and sure enough, all the Amazons were starting to pass out. “It looks like your plan is working. All the Amazons are shorting.”

“Of course.” Noah said, brushing his nails on his shirt and the blowing on them.

“Well, let’s go rescue the girls and get back to the search.”

“All right, if you insist.” Noah said, getting up. “Good-bye, Chief. I’m afraid we wouldn’t have worked out after all.” Noah and I left and searched around for the jail. “I’ll have to get out my translator to read the signs so we can see where they are being kept.”

“You mean you can’t read it or talk like them?”

“No. You mean you can?”

“Uresay. That’s sure.”

“Wow. How come I can’t?”

“I don’t know.” I said, looking around. “Over there is the jail.” I said.

“But it has a sign saying Ailjay.”

“Right.”

“Oh!! I get it now!”