Evie and I are nearing the end of our second week at the secret bunker, and I am quite pleased with all we've managed to accomplish already. I have succeeded in Iron John's first major project and with only minor side effects.
Still, Evie is quick to remind me of our somewhat shaky and fear-inspiring start here. She has recommended we have a grand opening gala in order to show the minions our non-needle side. Evie has always been talented in the arena of good relations, (a number of the minions already seem quite taken with her), and I've decided to heed her advice. Next Friday we'll have our official grand opening, with free tongue depressors for all who come.
I've already spoken with the head catering minion to arrange for food. It should be quite the feast: cheeseburgers (though no hamburgers, they're currently out of stock), hot dogs, twinkies, pudding cups (I specially requested them, knowing they are Iron John's favorite), cake, ice cream, and duck flambe.
Iron John has ordered Minion GIR to help with the decorations. While I would never dare question Iron John's judgement, I do foresee a need to have Evie him strictly supervised while the streamers and balloons are going up.
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I'm using giant pig balloons like the one on my site.
Wheeeeee!
Maybe we should send GIR to interior design school or something...
Evie and I think that is an excellent idea. I seem to remember an excellent school based in Greenland, and I can recall another good one located in the Australian Outback. I'll have Evie send you the information.
I agree that the supervision is necessary, Doctor. Last time Gir had to decorate something, he tied the streamers to a steam pipe and attached the ends to a French minion. You wouldn't think that steam would conduct along a really, really thin piece of paper like that....
Frenchie flambe'!
I found a correspondence course that he can take, so he can still perform his duties here. :)
Oh, and as far as catering the Gala, due to an unforeseen occurance in the kitchen, we will just be having Twinkies.
MMMMM, Twinkies.
Thank you for not banishing me from your presence, Oh Almighty Tallest.
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