Hey, What's Your Baby's Sign?

Now, what he meant to say was, 'Hey baby, what's your sign'. But Fred was always kind of flustered around beautiful women and so you can't really blame him for bumbling it. And you also couldn't really blame the beautiful beach babe if she'd smirked at him, turned around, and walked away. But she didn't. Instead, she reached deep into her bikini top and pulled out a hotel key. "Meet me in my room in ten minutes," she said, and then she turned around and walked away.

"HOT DOG!" Fred whooped.

Obviously Fred was such a smashing hunk of medieval manliness that this woman couldn't possibly resist his awesome swashbuckling charms. Or, at least, that's what was obvious to Fred. In actuality Fred's hunkiness had nothing to do with it at all. You see, the beautiful beach babe was a secret member of the dreaded Cult of El Muerto and Fred's come-on line was one of the cult's top secret identification codes. The beach babe (her name was Marlita) now thought Fred was a fellow cultist and now that he'd arrived she was ready to begin their next big act of unholy terror.

Completely unaware of all this, Fred quickly headed over to Marlita's hotel room. When he got there...

1. He completely misconstrued everything he saw and heard
2. He got the sneaky suspicion that something ain't right

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