No Anchovies, Please

This is the story of a young couple in Honey Portland Lane. While waiting for her husband Don to return home from work, she reaches for a can of anchovies. As she spreads the tiny fish across a piece of lettuce, she notices a small note at the bottom of the can.

Written on it is a telephone number. Curious, she dials and is told. Placing the phone back on the hook, she turns to see three smartly dressed men standing in her kitchen doorway. Before she realizes what is going to need to her, she has rolled tightly in long sheets of cellophane, transported to an international airport and placed on a waiting jetliner.

All this being too much for her to comprehend, she passes out. Upon awakening, she finds herself in a strange, foreign speaking nation. Along fearing her escape impossible, she seeks comfort in the arms of a confidential agent.

With a trace of her kiss still warm upon his lips, he betrays her to the hands of three scientists who are engaged in diabolical haven't got experiments previously performed only on insects and other small meaningless creatures. Using her as their subject, they are delighted with the results. For the first time, a human being is transformed into a shhh.

For her main name, our husband Don now chainsmoking 40 packs of cigarettes a day since at a local barn has a few beers with the regulation. Board, everyone's attention turns to the television set of just things from the wall.

Welcome to Bowling for Dolls. Suddenly Crazy Owl says, So say, Don, there sure is something familiar about that bowling ball. To which a terrified Don replies, Oh my God! And the lesson we learn from this story is, next time you place your order, Don't forget to say...