Keep It Bright…The Continuing Saga of Add a Sentence
I hate pantyhose", Napoleon snarled as he stood struggling to dress in front of the full-length mirror, "...and next time, I'm insisting Wardrobe give me stockings and a garter belt."
“You think you’ve got problems,” Illya retorted.
"I don't know, I think you look very fetching in that tiara and those shoes... how the mighty have fallen," Napoleon said, as he came up behind his partner.
“If I were you, I would not speak of falling just before stepping into those shoes,” Illya said, looking pointedly at the spiked high heels waiting for his partner’s feet.
"Not a problem," Napoleon responded. "I learned to walk in heels years ago."
“So it was an aberration when you stumbled in your sensible pumps at the Ambassador Hotel three months ago and took out, what was it, the buffet table, three UNCLE agents, and two Senator’s wives?”
"I just wonder what Mr. Waverly's important assignment is and why we have to go dressed as women and not very convincing women at that," Napoleon answered as he fiddled with his bright pink wig.
“Well … pink is your color,” Illya said with a mischievous grin, “and Mr Waverly rarely gets to see you in it.”
At the throat clearing from the doorway, they both turned to face their employer; he studied them at length and smiling, nodded as if to answer an inner voice.
“Not very convincing women, I agree, Mr Solo,” Waverly said with a quirk of one shaggy brow, “but I believe you will do very well as … I think the expression is ‘drag queens.’”
"The drag queens I've met have been very convincing as women," Illya contradicted.
"It's true and, in Tahiti, the most beautiful women are often members of the Third Sex, that is, men who choose to live as women," Napoleon said, adding sadly, "I have no chance."
“Despite the potential for, ah, personal disappointment,” Waverly said gruffly as he handed Napoleon a thick manila envelope, “I expect you and Mr. Kuryakin to complete the assignment outlined here with your usual dedication and success.”
"And our assignment is to be instructors for a drag queen charm school held in preparation for The Easter Charity Cotillion", Napoleon read as Mr. Waverly exited the room, adding under his breath, "Do you think THRUSH has a good 401K plan?"
*
“I was thinking more along the lines of those Stilletto* brothers and their mother,” Illya muttered, massaging his forehead.
*Stilletto Brothers - Concrete Overcoat Affair
“You think you’ve got problems,” Illya retorted.
"I don't know, I think you look very fetching in that tiara and those shoes... how the mighty have fallen," Napoleon said, as he came up behind his partner.
“If I were you, I would not speak of falling just before stepping into those shoes,” Illya said, looking pointedly at the spiked high heels waiting for his partner’s feet.
"Not a problem," Napoleon responded. "I learned to walk in heels years ago."
“So it was an aberration when you stumbled in your sensible pumps at the Ambassador Hotel three months ago and took out, what was it, the buffet table, three UNCLE agents, and two Senator’s wives?”
"I just wonder what Mr. Waverly's important assignment is and why we have to go dressed as women and not very convincing women at that," Napoleon answered as he fiddled with his bright pink wig.
“Well … pink is your color,” Illya said with a mischievous grin, “and Mr Waverly rarely gets to see you in it.”
At the throat clearing from the doorway, they both turned to face their employer; he studied them at length and smiling, nodded as if to answer an inner voice.
“Not very convincing women, I agree, Mr Solo,” Waverly said with a quirk of one shaggy brow, “but I believe you will do very well as … I think the expression is ‘drag queens.’”
"The drag queens I've met have been very convincing as women," Illya contradicted.
"It's true and, in Tahiti, the most beautiful women are often members of the Third Sex, that is, men who choose to live as women," Napoleon said, adding sadly, "I have no chance."
“Despite the potential for, ah, personal disappointment,” Waverly said gruffly as he handed Napoleon a thick manila envelope, “I expect you and Mr. Kuryakin to complete the assignment outlined here with your usual dedication and success.”
"And our assignment is to be instructors for a drag queen charm school held in preparation for The Easter Charity Cotillion", Napoleon read as Mr. Waverly exited the room, adding under his breath, "Do you think THRUSH has a good 401K plan?"
*
“I was thinking more along the lines of those Stilletto* brothers and their mother,” Illya muttered, massaging his forehead.
*Stilletto Brothers - Concrete Overcoat Affair