Showing posts with label Walmart. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Walmart. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 12, 2014

Total Effects, Part 2

So.

I assume you all saw this on Monday...


What could it mean? Why would someone anonymous drop it off at our place with a cryptic message attached? Why would anyone assume that three well-groomed gentlemen such as ourselves would require any 'revitalizing foam cleanser'? And what's it got to do with the price of fish? 

First, we took it to the Unbelieva-Lab for analysis, where it was quickly determined to be nothing more than bubble solution, which can be found in any dollar store or joke shop. So a quick phone call to the number on the above sticker put us in touch with a confused Wal*Mart employee. 

The Wal*Martian person agreed with us that this was a queer turn of events.

Whence did the tube of soapy crud originate, he asked.

Nary a clue, quoth I.

So, coming up against a dead end, we went back to the CCTV footage, to see if we could see anything in the grainy video that might provide us with a starting point.

Well, yes, it did.


This blurry shot of a '63 GMC pickup with a bad conversion job told us a lot. Check out that bumper sticker. Uncle Bill's Flea Market. North Carolina. We've had dealings with them before.

I think it's time we paid a visit to this so-called "Uncle Bill" and find out what he knows about knock-off merchandise. Maybe then we can figure out why someone thinks we should be involved...


Monday, March 10, 2014

Total Effects


No rest for the wicked they say ...

Not that The Unbelievables are wicked, you understand.

But no sooner had I gotten back to the Unbelieva-Base after my prolonged run-in with Henri Petit, another "mystery" had come our way ...

... or ... is it a mystery at all?

Our "eye in the sky" cameras surrounding the Unbelieva-Base detailed an undisclosed somebody dropping off something at our doorstep yesterday morning along with following a cryptic note:


"Unbelievables: You may want to check this out. It's not what it seems."

No salutation, no "Thanks!" ... nothing but a clandestine deposit left to our own devices.

Wait 'til you hear where this one goes. It all started out with that (800) number to Walmart ...