6/18/10

88. Mapped

When we finally got aboard our bus, Burbank took the piece of paper from me because I was going to throw it out. It took him about twenty minutes to unglue the edges so it didn’t rip. When he succeeded, he showed me how dumb I would have been to throw this priceless sheet away.

It’s a treasure map!

Like a proper treasure map with dotted lines, and names of geographical locations, and an X where the treasure is buried. And get this, right? It’s a map for Monte Carlo. That’s where we’re going. The aliens are trying to contact me and they’ve recruited this drunk to give me the location of…what? Their space ship is landed? Buried gold? We have to follow this map if we’re ever going to save the publishing house.

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