Those Boys

Lady! Miss Une,you better come quick."

Preventer Une looked up from her desk with a slight frown. "What is it? The way you're carrying on, it better be important."

Oh, it is. It's Maxwell and Chang. They're planning something awful. I over heard them talking about mortars, rockets, and bombs. And using different compounds in the mix to make a more effective show."

Lady Une sighed. "I told them not to talk about that in the lunch room. I'll go talk to them."

She put her pen down and removed her glasses. Punching the elevator button she sighed. "Those boys."

She walked up behind the two just in time to hear this:

"But I want red bombs with gold sparklies."

"Duo, the blue with silver are more elegant. And the rockets should go off at no more than 2000 feet. You've got them going off too high."

Une cleared her throat, making both men jump. "Gentlemen! Maxwell, if you insist on planning the Boston Pops fireworks display during work hours, please do it in your office. You're scaring the staff.