“They’re taking a nap, they had a big dinner, what do you want with them?” replied Lefty.
“Gefillte fish theft,” announced the Golem/Spy somberly, “including the horseradish!”
The Prime Minister walked down from the hillside and said, “Now, c’mon, Agent 006.98, you know that’s not what I asked you to do.”
Bucky scratched his head and thought, “I wonder if the Prime Minister will expound on that comment?”
Agent 006.98, marked down from 007, returned the Prime MInister’s steely gaze, “Condiments are very important, Sir, why, just look at the advertisements down there!”
“Down where?, I’ve got ad-block installed!”
“You’ve blocked the 'Dope ads?” asked the incredulous 006.98 marked down etc., “Does Cecil know about this?”
“What?”
“Huh?” expostulated the Prime Minister.
“Look” exclaimed 006.98 etc., “They’re in post 308!”, and like a Pastis cartoon character, began climbing up the screen towards his quarry.
However, the dark blue lines separating the posts all suddenly disappeared as page 8 began, and the Golem plummeted to the fine print at the bottom of the screen, accidently activating the link for the Chicago Reader Online Rate Sheet.
“No!!!” screamed, as one, the cowboys and the Israeli head of government.
YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!! screamed Hillary, her face at last unmasked to reveal the true persona behind it.
“MAYBE???” queried Bert, Ernie, Lefty, and Bucky as they watched from the sidelines.
“What, huh, no, yes and maybe!!!, enough with the monosyllibic responses you all, let’s get to some substantive conversation already and watch out for that giant venus flytrap behind you!” Bucky blurted out.
“Oye gevalt 006.98 marked down from 007,” exclaimed Rabbi Yehudah ben Bezalel Levai of Prague, “A fine Golem I make, and this is the thanks I get! Climbing over the posts like a goyim acrobat already!” as he used trowel and mortarboard to repair the giant clay secret agent, “Look, you bent your grenade launcher, and shorted out the batteries for your 1920s Style Death Ray!”
“Ah-hah!!, gotcha!, 1920’s Style Death Rays don’t have batteries, they have inertia pellets!”, something yelled.
“Pellets, schmellets,” grumbled the famous Rabbi, “Good batteries you think the Elders of Zion can’t make?”
“What would be the protocols for that?” Hillary asked, scratching her head in puzzlement.
“You’d have to ask Goldie Hawn about that.” mumbled Lefty under his breath