“Sacre bleu!”
“Blasted computer!”
Hercule Poirot throws his arms up in the air as he looks at the wild screen images. This isn’t the site he typed in!
“What is this , “Girls gone wild? I was looking for clues to solve my case, but since I am here, I must find out why they went wild!!!”
I am on the case!
“What kind of wierd water dance is she doing with that T-shirt?”, his eyes focus intently on the dancing images. A silly grin blooms on his lips and
he catches a glimpse of his facial expression in the mirror across the room and blushes.
“What kind of place is this anyway? It isn’t anywhere around here? It looks warm and sunny!”
“Miss Lemon? What is wrong with my computer? Come look at this! I wanted to find the site for the case and this “popped” up instead!”
Miss Lemon takes a look at the screen and gasps.
“Oh my! You probably typed in the wrong website. Just click out of it. See at the top there is an “x”. Click on it, Monsieur Poirot.”, she says as she points to the computer screen.
He tries to click on the “x” but instead of closing the window one hundred more “dancing screen images” of Girls Gone Wild and out of nowhere came this strange rhythmic beat while the icons popped up on the screen one after another like a line of dancing girls.
"What is that strange music? MIss Lemon!! This is like some
wierd dream. Wake me up!"
"Calm down. Monsieur Poirot. Nice beat, huh?", Miss Lemon snaps her fingers.
Poirot is ready to pull what little hair he has out of his head!
“Miss Lemon, call the repairman, immediately! There is something wrong with my computer. I don’t know why the naked woman wants to do the naked dance all over my window and, I, Hercule Poirot, will find out why the Girls Went Wild...
Miss. Lemon calls the repairman and the icons continue to “dance”around on Poirot’s computer screen. He looks intently at each one and after a while he starts counting them. And his eyes are fixed on the screen and he starts humming a silly tune...
A knock on the door...
Miss Lemon brings in the repairman and he takes one look at the screen and smiles...
“You call this a problem? Wow! Girls Gone Wild? I have all the videos!”
“Sir, we pay you to fix, Monsieur Poirot’s computer not drool over some naked babes...Can you fix it or not?”
The repairman just stares at the screen with a funny smile on his face...
“What did you say? Oh, yeah. I can fix it. But sure would make a nice screen saver...What you say, Poirot? Sure beats your bird watchers screensaver, doesn’t it?”
“I don’t think so...that, I, Hercule Poirot, would have this “Girls Gone Wild “ dancing all over my screen...while my “little grey cells wouldnever solve any cases...And I am the famous, detective, no? You must know who I am?”
“Well, no. Your all dressed up with shiny shoes and moustache.
Not exactly the type to let loose and watch this kind of stuff.”
“ I am Hercule Poirot.!!! The most famous detective in all the world!!”
“If you are so famous, how come none of these hot babes are visiting you?”
“I am not, as you say, a wild man. I am a detective!”
“Let me take the computer into the shop. It will be a couple of days. Sure you will be okay with your “little gray cells”? Can they handle it?”
“But of course!” , Poirot says with a wave of the hand...
Over the next few days, the mailbox became full of strange letters from sunny places. With each one having the caption
“Girls Gone Wild”...
A knock at the office door.
“We are looking for Monsieur Poirot! The computer repairman sent us over to help him with the case!”, the girls say all together.
“What case?”, Miss Lemon asks.
“The Girls Gone Wild Case, but of course!”, the girls reply, giggling.
“For crying out loud, Monsieur Poirot! They really want to talk to you?”
“Who?”
“Those Girls Gone Wild!”
“Well, what do they want?”
“Duh? Now, come on! Monsieur Poirot. You know, don’t you?”
“Ahhhhhh...a clue!”
“They want something to do wild? I am not sure this old heart can take that!”
“Well,” Miss Lemon giggles, “it certainly wouldn’t do you any harm...why not give it a whirl?”
“That, I , Hercule Poirot, would stoop to talking to a Girl Gone Wild to find out what makes them wild? I can’t even think when I seethose girls start dancing. How am I ever going to solve this case?”
“Listen and learn...Monsieur Poirot...I am sure they will do all the work...”, Miss Lemon bursts out laughing and she has to leave the office...
“Hello? Hercule Poirot here...Are you what they call, Girls Gone Wild? “
“Ohh baby baby yes!!!!”, two of the girls whisper in his ear as they go behind him and put their fingers through his hair. He quickly gets out his comb and fixes his hair.
What is that baby stuff? I am a detective! I am Hercule Poirot. I am not what you call “baby”!!!”
“So, Monsieur P, do you want to know what makes us wild?”
“Yes!! That I, Hercule Poirot would like to know
what makes Girls Gone Wild, Wild!”
“We can’t really put it into words...
We can show you though..
“Here we go...!! As the girls form a line in front of him and take off
their tops, one after another, like a row of sexy dominoes...
Poirots eyes dilate and he shouts,
“Sacre bleu!!! “
“Wow!!! that’s better than the screensaver!!!
Now that’s Girls Gone Wild!!
