"Are you sure Admiral?"
"I"m a bit surprized myself. See these smiley and frownie faces next
to all these names? And here's you and me....."
"But it can't really be his, can it? And if it is, what's he
going to do without it?"
"Well, if it is his book, he'll find a way. C'mon Lee, it's
late. Get to bed."
"Now what do all these cans of red paint dancing
around in his head mean? At least when Chip Morton dreams of sugar plums,they really are sugar plums. Lee,
Lee, Lee, what am I going to do with you...perhaps I should call for backup."
"Hello, hello. Headquarters? Big Boss
here. I need some intel on someone. Lee Crane. Yes, I'll hold...he's on both lists? How can that be? His name's right
here in my nice book...er...sorry, this seems to be last years'. Why don't I have this years? The Elves misplaced
it when they were tossing snowballs at each other? I'll have to do it all from memory? Oh
bother. Now, let's see...I seem to remember he wanted a submarine...What do you mean focus? Of course I know he was
only seven at the time. I sure came through didn't I, ho ho ho, even if it took a few years...what?
Don't you tell Santa to get on with it...I'm the boss. I'm allowed to ramble. Now, let's see...does anyone have any idea why
he wants a gross of red paint? Yes, I thought that desire was a little weird too. How long will it take to check
all of his letters?Cross reference the dreams of his heart, too. We may have missed something. Goodness I'm getting hungry. I wonder if anyone remembered
to leave out some milk and cookies...
Yes, I'm here and it's not polite to listen
in when I'm on a roll. Yes I know grown men don't leave me milk and cookies! I was just hoping. Now, hurry up with Lee's file!"
Ah, perhaps I can just borrow one
of Chip's cookies. I gave him a few dozen. Perhpas he won't notice....
"What? No letters for the past twenty odd years?
That's not very nice...oh. He wants the paint for what? Oh dear. I'll have to think of something...what? Well,
of course he's a good boy! Even if he's been on the naughty list more times than I can count. Over and out."
I'll just have to think of something...
As morning dawned, Seaview began her journey homeward.
"Gee Chip, that's great! Almost 2 dozen cookies? I don't
suppose you'd care to share?"
Admiral Nelson got the desire of his heart too...
"Program the computer to start asking
impossible questions. Not everyone qualifies as a Jeopardy
contestant. I have to get ready"
Some of the gallant crew of Seaview stumbled upon an unexpected
"Gee, Chief, if that's from whom I think it was, you think maybe he
"Of course not! Probably didn't want to make a mess."
"Who's gonna' tell the Skipper?"
There in a frame, the paint still damp, was a picture.
A picture of Seaview and the Flying Sub. Only this Flying Sub was red.
"That has to be it, Lee. He couldn't very well really paint the Flying Sub red, so he did the next best
"The real thing sure would look good red though. Seaview too. Won't you reconsider?"
"The picture will just have to do..." For now.