"C'mon Face...you gotta tell me what it says," Murdock pleaded as he swiped some cookie crumbs from the table onto the floor.

"No way! Then you'll follow me around all day waiting for whatever this little piece of paper has to say to come true. Besides, these things are just a joke anyway...means nothing!"

"Oh yeah, Mr. Know-it-all...just take a look at this baby."

Face leaned forward to read the small print Murdock was holding in front of his eyes. "Warning: Do Not Eat Your Fortune."

"See, very valuable information there!"

Face laughed as he stood up and started to gather up the empty Chinese food containers. "I'll be sure not to eat my fortune, okay? But I'm still not showing it to you."

"Party-pooper," Murdock sulked.

Five minutes later they walked outside and headed for the motel parking lot. As they rounded the corner Face stopped dead in his tracks at the sight of B.A. holding up the front end of his 'Vette as Hannibal stood grinning behind him.

Catching sight of Face, B.A. carefully lowered the car back to the ground. "Hannibal bet me I couldn't lift it."

"Nice, B.A. Nice."

"You okay, Face?" Murdock asked noticing that Face had yet to move. Face responded by pulling the tiny strip of paper out of his jacket pocket and handing it to Murdock.

A wide grin broke out on his face as he read out loud, "Your prized possession will turn up in someone else's hands."

The End