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Monday, April 7, 2008

Excerpts from Amelia Bedelia Joins CTU

Morris O’Brian, Systems Analyst: “Amelia, why are your Uggs jammed into my CD-ROM drive?”

Amelia: “Didn’t you tell me to boot up the computer?”

* * *

Chloe O’Brian, Senior Analyst: “Amelia, where are you going with that broom and a can of raid?”

Amelia: “I’m going to sweep for bugs, of course!”

* * *

James Heller, Secretary of Defense: “Amelia, why are you walking around with a blanket over your head?”

Amelia: “SHHHH!!! I’m supposed to be undercover!”

* * *

Bill Buchanan, Director of C.T.U.: “Amelia, why are there clods of dirt and miscellaneous bits of shrubbery strewn all over the building?”

Amelia: “Well, if you know a cleaner way to root out plants, I’d like to hear it!”

* * *

Kim Bauer: “Amelia, why are you duct-taping full cans of niche-market soda to me?”

Amelia: “I promised your father I would keep Tabs on you while he was on assignment!”

* * *

Aaron Pierce, Secret Service Agent: “Amelia, why did you take an axe to the caterer during the White House Correspondents Dinner?”

Amelia: “Jack ordered me to hack into the main server while everyone was eating!”

* * *

Amelia: “Yo yo yo, wassup D-Money? How you gonna play a sista like that?”

Mike Doyle, Director of Field Operations: “Amelia, what has gotten into you?”

Amelia: “I thought you said we was goin’ black for this mission, foo!”

* * *

Nadia Yassir, Special Agent in Charge: “Amelia, what did you do with that improvised explosive devise I told you to put into place?”

Amelia: “The what?”

Yassir: “The I.E.D.—Improvised Explosive Device.”

Amelia: “I.E.D. … I thought you said IUD!”1 [Grabs groin in horror; sprints to bathroom.]

* * *

Jack Bauer, Occasionally Rogue Agent and All-around Badass: “Amelia, where are you going with that panini maker?”

Amelia:“Mr. Buchanan told me I should grill the suspect.”

Bauer: [Long pause] “I like the way you think, rookie. How about you help me disarm some terrorists when you’re done?”

Amelia: “Oh boy, I’ll get the hacksaw!”

1. Look it up, people.

Illustrations by Mr. Macomber.
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