After a moment’s consideration and a lot of tangled hooves, the two goats managed to wrap the woman in duct tape and drag her into a closet so she wouldn’t be able to wreak havoc with their collection of pants snacks on waking. Or, of course, call in her defeat to anyone she may be working with.
“There,” Frank said as he headbutted the door shut. “That should hold her!”
It only took them a short amount of time to reach the hotel lobby, their spy friend already waiting with the car outside. “Your attention to detail is commendable,” he said as he gestured impatiently for them to get inside. “If ill-timed. She won’t be waking up for hours.”
“Was she your partner?” Meme asked. “The one who was supposed to be your wife on this mission?”
The spy nodded, hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles turned white. “We knew each other. Until I learned she was a double agent, planning to sell me out to the highest bidder.”
Frank was starting to get the idea of things, but he needed more time. “Where are we going now?”
“Away,” the agent said. “The hotel is compromised. I’ve pulled you in too deep already. You’re going somewhere safe while I figure out my next move.”
Meme and Frank exchanged glances. If the spy thought this was too dangerous for them, then should they take the out? But no, they really were in too deep to back out now. “We’re going with you,” Meme said firmly. “We’ll finish what we’ve started.”
He smiled at them sadly. “If that’s what you want.” As he pulled onto the road for the safe house, Frank’s eye caught a car in the mirror, one that looked familiar.
“Don’t look now,” he bleated out sharply, “but we’re being followed!”
Who’s following Frank and Meme? Is it the woman? Who else is she working for? Will they shake the tail, or will they end up in a high-speed chase/car wreck?