Secret Agent Jonson's File Finding Mission

A beautiful day displayed fresh green glistening turf qualities, welcoming Special Agent Jonson arriving from his secretive show.

“I have here,” Special Agent Jonson announced, “my wooden pigeon made from twigs who thought he was a winner, but things went way too far.”

“Yeah, Quistmer put you out of the money,” a voice crackled in the back.

“He’s got swagger that is why he is a winner,” Special Agent Jonson retorted, “go back to your micro brewsky place and stop claiming things that are not true.”

Following the theatrical event, the fast-track Secret Agent Jonson monitored Patty’s girl enter the picture modeling her adult age maiden special weight appearance, flashing a legal lightning image forcing people, ‘take notice in a second’.

“Sweet Ruby, it's nice for you to show,” Special Agent Jonson greeted.

“Had to break a neck of Cairo to get here and the trip put me out of the money,” Sweet Ruby started claiming, “one second getting my hair permed and the next they were saying I was an out of the money Pageant Princess, me a competitive royal? When completed they took a photo finish product, and the stylist showed me the job.”

“Would the stylist defend your turf?” Special Agent Jonson investigated.

“Actually, the stylist would not only do that but put me on the payroll,” Sweet Ruby noted, “and that is why Special Agent Jonson, I am a winner.”

“Who is this hair artist?”

“Selvaggia,” Sweet Ruby satirically replied, “she shows you a new definition in being a wild fierce savage.”

“Italian, huh,” Special Agent Jonson deducted.

“In fact, when winner Princess Irene danced as Lil Miss Lollipop due to being out of the money,” Sweet Ruby explained, “before any maiden started claiming Selvaggia invaded the club and within a second challenged the choreography Jam’s Paper Moon designed.”

“Ready or not,” Selvaggia announced “I Pronti o meno, I am a winner.”

Once Jam was cornered, she buckled, “there is complications with this place,” Selvaggia used a harsh tone.

“Our show is all just a dream,” the maiden claiming confessed describing the fantasy fast track, “all we do is tease Manoah’s glory and put the guys out of the money.”

“Marla’s dream,” Secret Agent Jonson concluded, “and she has always been out of the money.”

“Wait a second, your medium cool,” Sweet Ruby, measured the results, "it was the show’s union doos.”

“Your right, that can get costly,” Secret Agent Jonson thought, knowing good turf defending needed a maiden special weight tease, “Bibi Dahil she’s a winner and could help.”

“Bibi Dahil? Wait a second,” Sweet Ruby caught on, “take your medicine Secret Agent Jonson, the show should be an authentic hour, maybe the winner Leigh’s last hero,”

“That’s a long shot,” Secret Agent Jonson pleaded.

“And a winner, heard that fact from a maiden claiming, defending turf, so why don’t you go long unless you want to be out of the money.”

Departing Special Agent Jonson mumbled, “who was Leigh? And who was the last hero?”

“Soar Richard,” Sweet Ruby’s voice screamed, “he was in the show, played the eagle you know taking it easy.”

Coming upon a sweet shop Secret Agent Jonson observed a patron leave with a winning balded Canuto, “go Yoshida, get out of this place,” commanded the proprietor.

“Are you Leigh’s last hero?” Secret Agent Jonson approached.

“What if I am?”

“You should be on the fast track not listening to what your boss is claiming.”

“Don’t fool with me, Secret Agent Jonson,” Yoshida warned, “this was not my place of business.”

“I wanted to talk to you, claiming being on the fast track,” Secret Agent Jonson grabbed her arm, “you think that was the reason I was Leigh’s last hero?”

“Maybe it is,” Secret Agent Jonson got serious, “tower twenty-two, do you remember when it stumbled at the gate?”

“Yeah, tower twenty-two wanted to present a good show,” Yoshida mentioned, “okay, your Madame Prosecutor was out of the money and very obliging, since I was a winner.”

“Yeah,”

“I told her everything and it should be in the file.”

Next day Secret Agent Jonson tried the winning Canuto and opened the folder, realizing how easy this job was going down especially when Quistmer wrote the report, years ago.