On a windy day, Friday opens Number One's office window to let fresh air in.  A large gust of wind rushed inside, knocking Friday on top on Cool.

"Oh Cool! You are always so romantic; catching the damsel in distress.  Maybe I should kiss you for that."  Said Friday pouting her mouth-as Cool helps her stand up.

"There is no need for that Friday, besides your telephone is ringing, you should answer it or you'll lose your job," responded a blushing Cool McCool.

"AAAh!" Shriek Friday as she runs out off the office. On be known to Number One a fly has come in and pose itself on a bookcase.

"Well congratulation Number One is your birthday!" A knock on the door breaks Cool suave conversation.  

"This package came for you sir," offered Postman Felix with a grin, handing Number One the package and leaving.

Number One, reads the package card, "From a friend.  It must be from an old-collage-buddy."  He opens the package in a rush.  To his surprise a large hand with a cake comes out and strikes him on the face and a recorded familiar spitting voice is heard.  "Got you on your birth-h-hday you old f-f-f-fart.  Ha ha ha!"

Across from them, the fly-camera captures the scene for the hysterically-laughing wind bag criminal.  "What a f-f-f-fool; what a baboon!"

Unable to control his nervous laughter Cool, falls on the floor laughing hysterically-kicking and banging with his feasts and legs.  

"Want to see laughter! Here cool take this very important secret package to my brother Number two in Far Rockaway.  NOW GET THAT CRIMINAL!"  Responded Number One as he uses his pen to eject Cool out of his opened Window.

Cool lands on top of a burglar robbing a little old lady, knocking him down.  "Hey did your Mom ever teach you that stealing is wrong."  

"Not that dump criminal, she will take care of that.  I meant Hurricane Harry you idiot!"  Scream Number One from his window.

"Oh, I see.  Well, lady he's all your!"  Said Cool to the old lady-in- disguise-cop whom handcuffed the crook, and dragged him by his leg to the police station.

At Hurricane Harry's island, he views the scene from his laptop.  "Now I know th-h-hat package must be s-s-s-something very valuable.  I better get it bef-f-fore that Mc-f-f-fool gives it to Number Two."

A loud scream catches the attention of Hurricane Harry's, as his cybor-heavy-breathing-sister Belle tries to shoot down a mouse that stops on top of the laptop.  

"Now I got … you!," shouted Belle as she blast Harry's laptop to smithereens, while the mouse escaped with the cupcakes into a mouse hole.  The mouse pokes his head out of the hole and stoke his tongue out at her.

"Belle th-h-his is th-he 20th laptop you destroy th-h-his week.  Little s-s-sister you are not welcome in my of-f-f-fice."  Harry ordered her in a screaming voice, pointing at the door.     

Belle starts furiously screaming in a tantrum- her faced turned red, her head started to spin in circular motion, and increase in size.  

"Good grief-f-f-f Belle, s-stop it.  You are going to blow your top.  Now is th-his the behavior of a good assis-stant.  Ok, Ok you can come back.  Now I have to f-f-follow Cool McCool and get th-hat package."  Retorted Hurricane Harry hugging her like he always do when he feels sorry for her.

"Can I… go … with you?"  She inquired.

"Hell no!  Your job is to guard the island from intruders-s-s, while I do my th-h-hing.  Besides-s is too dangerous-s for a little girl like you," he advised.  

Angry after he left she stoked her tongue out.  "One day…. , one of this day … I'm going to show you … what this little girl can … do." She said out-loud as she accidentally trigger of her missile hitting the ceiling and making it crashed on her.  

"What a day … I'm having." Her exasperating voice cried out from the mount of ceiling debris