The woman had handcuffed herself to the wall of shelving. While the other people were trying to get her off the floor, unscathed but upset because it took her five months to un-hoard and now, it's ruined; the groom clamored out of the tank and came in through the front door. He took his place in the line in the hallway and when the wife-to-be turned around in her baseball cap both the bride and the groom looked shocked. "We're not supposed to see each other!" She said through the people. He covered his eyes. "We've done soooooo good," he said. "On everything!"
She backed up against the hallway wall and looked both ways and said, "Keep 'em covered Mr." But as she brushed tummies with him he put his hands out and took the cap. Then he read it out loud, Faith Over Fear, put the cap over his face and explained, "The chariot awaits."
In the barn the unicorn had followed Bigfoot in but pushed his shoulder from behind. He stopped and turned towards her. She one leg jumped up and more smooching. He held her leg like it was a fire extinguisher and kissing, kissing until he started talking, saying, "I gotta go."
"Nooooo," the Unicorn said back. A goose horn blew outside. "Yes," he pushed her away strong but gentle. "Here," he fished out a piece of paper from his pocket, "On the back, help me find those things." The Unicorn tried to blink away tears but they plopped onto the paper. "SHEETS!" She balled up the paper and threw it in his face. "Whadda ya need sheets for????"
"Oooow! My eye!" His hands went to his eye and he bent forward but they bumped heads because she'd bent to pick up the wadded paper. "Ow!" Laughing and crying at the same time. "Ow!"
"Kiss it," she demanded.
"There's no time," he whirled and threw tools and glued electronics from the workbench to get to his boots and knife.
"Trash sheets."
"Off the list?!"
"No. White. Not the good ones."
The Unicorn hugged his back. "I can't tell you," Bigfoot said and pulled her around him and they kissed until she said while biting his tongue, "There's no secrets."
He blew out his frustration at paradox and she got a little more of his tongue and he said, "Othay, Othay, leggo."
He kept her pinned to the workbench and slowly sparsely explained. Trapped, gas only comes from one or two places, militia OR SOMETHING, trapping fellow you know.
"Oh my God."
Bigfoot moved her with his leg and pulled the books away from his hidden backpack. "It's just an idea. But a top guy liked it." She moved to the pile of sheets.
By the time the bride and groom got to the front door they couldn't stop kissing. He smushed the cap back on her head sideways. Pushed her away from the door, opened it behind him, and she pushed him towards out but his back hit the tank gun. "Ow?" He asked. They stopped kissing. The goose horn blew again. A little British convertible was backing up from being directly behind the tank.
A home improvement store worker poked up out of the tank in a helmet as the couple ducked and holding hands scrambled past. "Their calling up carpenters real soon," he said and disappeared back into the tank. "I'm READY!" The tank top was pulled shut. The goose horn blew and blew. Bigfoot dropped a boot as he loped after the convertible down the mountain road.
"Look out Hollywood!" The tank's PA said as neighbors came walking over.
"What's the message?"
A chin shove, too late Superman, they were told to get the ice cream, so they did. "Sorry your friend got handcuffed."
Huuuh. "She's not my friend."
He handed over the key, "Tell that one to stay off the fat tire bike."
All afternoon girls straggled in and out of the barn. The older lady's friend, who'd been given a commendation for kindness to animals but had been written up for below standard air in motorcycle tire, finally asked a couple of them what they were looking for.
"Nothing," one blushed and answered.
"There was freezer somewhere here, no?"
"So you're looking for ice cream?"
"Oui."
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