Entry 3: Pursuit of Justice... by any means unecessary

I was part of covert investigation team along with Betty White and the mom from "happy days". The investigation team was headed by the leader of "A-team", George Peppard/Hannibal. Our mission was to infiltrate an Asian family run bakery suspected of being an undercover drug smuggling syndicate. We arrived disguised baking goods delivery truck. After a bit of trepidation we were allowed inside. In the kitchen area were metal shelves white powder wrapped in clear plastic. At first glance they appeared to be mere flour however they were actually bags of cocaine and heroin. Unbeknowst to us, the leader of the syndicate, an old shrunken wizened lady, had been alerted that undercover spies was sent to infiltrate the organization and being foreigners in disguises we were immediately suspected. The old matriarch sent her myriad of sons after us with machetes and machine guns. Needless to say we tailed out of there as fast as could. After running about a labyrinth of metal shelves with bags exploding and white powder everywhere, we finally made it out. George Peppard/Hannibal, trade mark cigar in his mouth, was waiting for us in an army truck. No sooner after we drove off into the jungle, the whole building exploded.

In the next scene, Betty, George and I were bicycling in the city in nuns' costumes with white rubber masks on. We arrived at a building and entered thru a back door. Inside what looked like a dressing room, the "Happy Days" mom was waiting for us. She was wearing an orange and yellow vaudeville/Wild West saloon bargirl outfit. Betty and I got out of the nuns' costumes and into similar vaudeville/saloon girl costumes - I was in blue and green and Betty in fuschia and purple. As I was getting into makeup, I starting singing "Everything's Comin Up Roses" and for whatever reason I sounded like Seth Macfarlane. Eventually Betty, "Happy Days" Mom and George (dressed in a white tux and holding a puppet) joined in. After we finished singing, we ran onstange greeted by thunderous applause.

Apparently we were a vaudeville troupe of females (I was in drag disguised as a woman) with George being the only male and this was the cover for our spy group.