No ... we're not crazy. We're quite certain all of you are familiar with the saying "Keep your friends close and your enemies closer." Well, there's that ... and more. When you're a non-government affiliated, multi-jurisdictional, not-for-profit crime and injustice fighting organization, you learn to work a few angles to keep tabs on the bad guys who wish you nothing but ill will.
We put the word out: Anyone interested in a little one-on-one time with us was welcome to enter into a random drawing. Three "winners" would get to ask a dozen questions of each of The Unbelievables. No holds barred.
But there was a wrinkle: The questions could only be formulated such that the answers came as either "yes" or "no" responses.
Now, while that might seem limiting, you can gain quite a bit of information if you craft your questions intelligently. Regardless, we figured our counterparts would jump at the chance to grill us, the rules of the game notwithstanding.
Of course once the campaign was initiated, Kip The Mail Boy wasn't pleased with all the incoming mail. Hundreds of entries were received in the hope of being one of the lucky ones. But he hunkered through it well enough.
Once all the entries were in, winners were chosen at random by each of us. Individually, we dipped our hand into a big bag and, one by one, we pulled out the name of a counterpart.
Me? I got The Klumpmasterflash Twins.
Yeah ... The Twins look good ...
Jeff pulled his next. And Clark? Well ... is there any doubt who Clark pulled out of the hat? (You'll just have to hold tight until those two post to see who they came up with. Though, you can guess Clark's pick. Or ... maybe not.)
I rang up The Twins and a meeting date was arranged.
"Well ... hello ladies," I greeted them as they were escorted into our lavishly appointed parlor/sitting room at the Unbelieva-Base a week or so later.
They sat down opposite me and forewent any pleasantries. "Just yes or no questions, right?" Greta asked.
"Correct" I responded.
Alternatively between the two - as if they had rehearsed the scenario a million times previously - the questions came in rapid staccato fire:
"Where do you keep your arsenal stash?" Gerta.
"Who supplies you?" Greta again.
"How do you keep tabs on us?" Gerta followed up.
"Ladies, ladies, ladies ..." I interrupted "... yes or no questions only, please."
The twins traded glances with each other then looked back at me. I still saw stars when I looked their way, my previous giddy, head-over-heeledness with them long ago still fresh in my mind. They repositioned themselves in their seats and continued the grilling.
Greta: "How does one become an Unbelieva-Babe?"
Gerta: "Who is this 'Kip' person we're always hearing about?"
Greta: "Why aren't you wearing pants?!?"
This went on for another few questions before they finally figured it out ... and on the final question no less:
"We haven't asked all our dozen questions yet, have we?" Gerta queried.
"Actually, yes you have" I stated matter of factly and stood up. "Thank you for coming, ladies. You're time - and your questions - are up."
I escorted the two of them to the door and blew air kisses at both while thanking them for coming. They were flabbergasted.
Indicative of The Twins, some criminals just never learn. Jeff and Clark will clue you in to what I mean ...