“Need a little help here,” Doc said.
The policeman stifled a chuckle. The attorney and I tried to contain ourselves, snorted behind closed fists, and stomped our boots on the cabin’s plywood floor. The banker and the kid had tears running down their cheeks.
“What do you need, Doc?” the policeman managed to wheeze out.
“Something’s wrong with my sleeping bag,” Doc said.
“Can it wait until after breakfast?” the banker said.
“Um, no,” Doc said. “I am in serious need of the facilities.”
“Okay,” the banker said. “I’ll see what I can do.”
Instead, we all sat there, and waited for the outburst we knew was coming. When it did, it was proof positive our prank was a total success.
“If you don’t get your *#%@$# in here, and…
