"WHAT?! You don't mean ... !?!"
I was about to exclaim something but was distracted by Clark cocking a couple firearms to dispose of Kip once and for all. His "Who says I didn't?" comment, shot at us way too coolly and confidently, was obviously the last straw.
And if you know anything about Clark you know he has an extremely short tolerance toward Kip.
Apparently that tolerance just got cut in half courtesy of our little exchange with Kip. It was the perfect excuse for Clark to "take action" on our (previously loyal) Mail Boy once and for all.
"Clark, cool it. You can't do that. WE don't do that. Hold on a moment ..." I urged, then turned back to Kip.
"Look ... this charade has gone on long enough. There's no possible way, without our help, you could ever pull off a convincing about face and gain the trust of our opponents so easily. Our female opposition wouldn't tolerate you - they'd pulverize you in a hot minute. As it is The Unbelieva-Babes barely put up with you ... or so I've heard. And posing as someone you're not? It doesn't add up. Spill it, Kip. The truth. Right now. Because Clark's trigger finger is itching ... and I'm not sure Jeff and I can contain him this time."
Look at that baby face: This ... THIS is the face of defiance?
Kip The Mail Boy is now The Unbelievables' enemy?!?
Ulf The Unbelieveadog yipped and growled ominously while Jeff held him at bay. Clark just fumed ...
... and that's when Kip crossed his arms and sneered.
I couldn't believe it. None of us could. He'd never done that before.
Sure, Kip was sharp, even witty sometimes ... but defiant? Never.
What happened to the Kip we knew and loved? The good kid? The "unofficial spokesman" for The Unbelievables, loyal through and through? Upstanding to the last?
I sighed. I looked at Jeff, who shrugged. I looked at Clark. I could practically see the bit he was champing on.
"Clark? He's all yours ..."