Chapter 13: We'll Get There Fast and Then We'll Take It Slow

Everyone slowly backed away from the group of spacey looking men. Well, that is, everyone but Raj. Megha reached for his hand, and after grabbing thin air for a few seconds, she realized that he hadn't actually noticed the scary group of men because he was caught up with the jazz music that was blaring (yes, jazz can blare) over his Ipod and filling the whole room.

Megha thought to herself: "Why he has to have music with him ALL the time is completely beyond me! Not only that, it seems odd that someone who was entirely tone deaf, as Raj is, should gravitate towards music at all."
At the same time, Jessie reflected: "What is their problem?!? Did I miss an expiry date? Do I look fat? Is there anything in my teeth? Is my hair frizzing in this humidity? I wonder if Logan and Raj thought that our cat fight earlier was hot."
All the while Logan was thinking: "If I ever get out of here, I am slathering myself with tanning oil and baking in the sun for a week straight. Actually make that a week and a half."
Raj was also deep in thought: "So I guess the only word that rhymes with jazz is spazz..."

Everyone's thoughts were inturrupted when the potion type was revealed- so not love juice. It so happens that the love potion vial lookes remarkably like the hot chicks vial, of which the digesters transform temporarily into little baby chicks, that is, after getting nasty heartburn. One by one, the rest of the villains turned into soft bundles of yellow fuzz. Megha, Jessie, Raj, and Logan felt that the chickens were fine by themselves in the big cabin and left the premise through the mauve door (after peeking in the gold door, they found it led to Hood's Jennifer Lopez shrine), locking the door behind them. They made their way down the driveway and Megha said something cute about this all being evidence that Jessie was poultry in another life while she dialed Interpol. Everyone was so relieved that Hood and his extended accomplises were finally captured and he would never take policing the world's fashion choices into his own hands again, and it was all because of them. Hood definitely had the cheek bones to pull off the black and white pin strip suit he would soon grow very accustomed to wearing.

For some reason, Interpol's phone line was down. "That's odd", Megha thought.
"Sweetie, did you press the send button with the green light on it?" Raj asked in his soft low 'girlfriend' voice.
"Um, yes I did, dearest" Megha replied.
"Let me try on my phone" Logan interjected, as if his cell was more familliar with connecting calls than hers was. "Well, that is weird" Logan decided after it didn't work for him either.

Suddenly a loud whirring noise was heard overhead. It was an Interpol chopper coming to take them to debrief their successful mission in Hawaii. As the four climbed up the rope ladder they could see the lights of more and more Interpol Choppers surrounding the building.

Megha smiled as she looked out the window. She was very ready for some rest and relaxation. Jessie was already asleep on Logan's shoulder. Megha wondered what their trip down south would be like.

Then she heard Logan whisper to Raj, "Your hair is doing something nasty, man!"
Megha didn't mind Raj's cowlick...she thought it was endearing.
"At least my hairline isn't retreating from battle!" Raj shot back.

Then she knew. Her and Jessie would find some way to ensure that Raj and Logan became best buddies over the trip. They also had a wedding to finish planning.

The End