A Simple Sunday Task

Thankfully, this Super Bowl (unlike Super Bowl XLVII) went off with relative ease. 

There was no pesky Illuminati to contend with. No left-of-center individual out to muck about with the natural order of things. No international crisis for us to look into. And no fashion faux pas to accuse. (Though ... some of Lady Gaga's costume changes, with their shoddy looks, did raise an eyebrow or two, I'm certain.)

Nope. The Unbelievables had a relatively calm, cool and collected Super Bowl weekend of leisure. And we welcomed it. 

That was ... until some guy threatened to remove "white" from the face of the earth.

He came calling at our front door unexpectedly. (Which, as you know, is the laundromat entrance to our headquarters.) We flipped on our "entry" monitor when he appeared. None of us were leaving our digs for the likes of some monkey boy with a comical agenda, let alone setting down our refreshments to physically answer the door.

"'White' you say?" Jeff asked.

"As in the color white? Which really isn't a color; it's the absence of color ..." I informed the guy.

"Yep," the twerp acknowledged. "All white, everywhere. I'm going to eradicate it from memory, everywhere on earth."

"I got this," Clark volunteered. He set down his cocktail and picked up the phone. 

"Who's he calling?" asked the twerp. (The silliness of his threat wasn't worth the asking of his name, so we never did. It was better swift, effective action be brought down right then and there.)

"You'll see" Jeff responded. 

We heard Clark hang up the phone and pick his cocktail back up. "Janus will be here in a jiffy" he stated matter of factly.

"Ooooooo ... I can hear his chopper even now" I smirked.

Sure enough, Janus Jablowski - one of our go-to extraction people we contract on occasion - came into view in his helicopter and dropped a cable with a hook at the business end out of the belly of his chopper.

"You're going to want to stand still for this" Clark suggested to the twerp. No sooner had he said this then the hook scooped him up at the back of his shirt and lifted him skyward. The twerp was screaming like schoolgirl.

"Flip on the skycam, Jeff, will you?" I asked so that we could watch the twerp dangle in midair and fly off into the Stiletto Flats horizon. "Where's Janus taking him, anyway?" I asked Clark.

"The whitest place I know ... Antarctica," Clark responded.

I smiled, stood up and walked over to Clark. "May I freshen your drink, good sir?" I offered.

"You may." His highball glass was proffered to me. I then turned to Jeff: "And what are you drinking, sir?"

"White Russian," Jeff quipped. 

We all chuckled at that.

All We Want Is An Occasional Cheeze Doodle

"The sign."
Clear indication Beyonce was coerced
by the evil plans of The Illuminati.

When you're an Unbelievable, you're always on the job.

There's no such thing as an "off day" where you can leisurely partake of a camaraderous atmosphere, throw back a couple cold ones and collapse in a comfy couch just like everyone else with a bowl of chili or a plate of nachos or a bag of Cheeze Doodles.
 
Nope.

Because there's always someone out there who wants to fool with the natural way of things. World destruction. Toy infiltration. The scrambling of Hollywood. (As if that town wasn't scrambled enough.)

And then there are the ones who just want to cause monkey business simply for the sake of the monkey business. The "players in the game," so to speak, behind the shenanigans this time around? The Illuminati. The purported conspiratorial organization who many believe mastermind events and control world affairs via governments, corporations and more in an effort to establish a New World Order.

Thus, Super Bowl XLVII.
 
The big event was the perfect fodder - on several levels - for The Illuminati to attempt to ply their evil trade ... but the planning was shoddy at best and the result was but a blip in the grand scheme of The Big Game. Their biggest flaw? Incorporating Beyonce into the mix to "throw out the signal" to get the ball rolling. (See photo above.)

Once she "tossed the word out," it wasn't long before the lights went dark in half the Superdome. That occurrence came with 13:22 remaining in the third quarter Sunday evening with the Baltimore Ravens leading handily 28-6 over the San Francisco Giants.

The problem? Well ... The Illuminati thought she was lip-syncing the hand signal. That's why only half the lights in the Superdome went black.

The "official" word that came down from Entergy, the local power company, and SMG, the management company of the Mercedes Superdome, was this: 

"Shortly after the beginning of the second half of the Super Bowl in the Mercedes-Benz Superdome, a piece of equipment that is designed to monitor electrical load sensed an abnormality in the system. Once the issue was detected, the sensing equipment operated as designed and opened a breaker, causing power to be partially cut to the Superdome in order to isolate the issue. Backup generators kicked in immediately as designed. Entergy and SMG subsequently coordinated start up procedures, ensuring that full power was safely restored to the Superdome. The fault-sensing equipment activated where the Superdome equipment intersects with Entergy’s feed into the facility. There were no additional issues detected."

The Unbelievables know better. 

What were The Illuminati's intentions? What would the result of those intentions have been had their plans come to full fruition? And, just as importantly, how were The Unbelievables involved?

Jeff and Clark will fill you in. What I want you to do is just think about what's been said above for a bit ...

... because the actual tale is much stranger than you can imagine ...