Part 25

Bo looked up at the beet clad woman and began to open his mouth.  Before he could even force a sound out, Tom had leapt onto the table in a frantic scurry, knocking over the bowl of beet dip that Anna had brought out with her.   He began to do what resembled a river dance, and spewed something from his mouth that sounded much like the strange ramblings of a southern Baptist minister who had been taken over by the spirit.  He finished his strange dance with a triple back tuck and the “pew, pew, wink” move.  Anna mimicked his “pew, pew, wink” and rushed into the kitchen. How he managed that triple back tuck without cracking his head on that flail completely perplexed Bo, but he had become accustomed to the strange while on this journey. Tom turned to Bo and said

“I just ordered us two cokes”

Bo gave him a puzzled look and pulled out the note.

“Tom..er….Kangaroo Jim, we need to find out what this note means.  It’s got to be related to why the other jar is missing!”  

Both men had come to the conclusion that it must be some sort of acronym, but an acronym for what, and how were they going to find out what it meant?  Seconds later, a mysterious man with bilateral torn rotator cuffs walked up to their table and said

“I think I can solve your mystery, boys.”

Bo’s eyes lit up like the first time he ever saw a hoagie.  Then his mouth started to salivate because he couldn’t stop thinking about that very first hoagie and how oh so special it was, and how much it changed his life and his waistline and how everything was surreal each and every time he took a bite.  The man was expanding upon each letter of the acronym, but Bo didn’t hear him, all he could hear was the rustle of the wax paper as you tore open a freshly made hoagie, dripping with vinegar end to end.  Bo finally snapped out of his greasy coma to hear this mysterious man finish by saying

“And that’s why we can’t have nice things!”
With that, the man was gone in a puff of beet dust. Bo turned to Tom, who at this point was admiring his own chest hair in a small, my little pony pocket mirror.

“You don’t think I need to wax this, right?  I mean, the ladies love a lit..”

“Forget about that! What did bilateral torn rotator cuff guy say about the note and what M I C K E Y meant!” Blurted Bo

“Note? He didn’t say anything about a note.  He just recited his shopping list, Milk, Icecream, Cheese, Kix, Eggs, and Yogurt, then started babbling about quantum physics”

“Hush poppet” Whispered Bo.

In that instant, it hit him…