Cast members, cinde, and J.J., while lugging their heavy metal cases, followed cast member, greg as quickly as they could. They went down the long escalator, down a dark hallway, and didn't stop til they were safely on the secret underground moving sidewalk that traversed disneyland. The fast moving sidewalk sped the three cast members past many metal doors, elevators, and escalators on their underground journey across the huge resort.

"This is the one," said cast member, greg jumping off the moving sidewalk, in front of an elevator.

J.J., and cinde, clutching their heavy metal cases, jumped off the moving sidewalk, and dutifully followed cast member, greg off the platform, and into the elevator. Cast member, Greg pressed the button for the top floor. The elevator doors closed, and the three cast members quickly shot up the elevator shaft.

"Okay. We're safe now. You can open your cases," said cast member, greg.

Cast members, cinde, and J.J., with much anticipation, reached down to unlatch their cases. J.J. quickly turned the little silver key, and dialed in 33, the secret combination number for the thermal lock of his big metal case. There was a dull thunk sound, as the lock disengaged, and the case opened.

In cast member, cinde's case there was just a bunch of old spotted rags. But in J.J.'s metal case was something scary. Cast member's cinde, and J.J., found themselves disgusted by the sick, evil-looking thing that seemed to be throbing in J.J.'s now open metal case.

J.J. starred in horror at the red anamorphic blob that he saw unfolding out of his metal tote container. The thing seemed sort of like a plastic sheet covering human muscles, and tissue.

"Eeeeekkkk! What is that thing?" screeched, cast member, cinde.

"This?" asked cast member, greg. "What is this?" he asked sarcastically. Cast member, greg reached down and lifted the strange, throbbing, red, plastic sheet. "Why this is only the newest invention from the brillant imagineer team at disney. This little gizmo cost 122 million dollars, and just happens to be the latest in neuro-stimulated, computerized sensor suits," cast member, greg said proudly.

"I knew it!" shouted cast member, cinde. "Those damn terrorists have struck! You need my beloved J.J. to go help the survivors outside, while wearing some sort of radioactive-proof, environmentally-sealed, human bacteriological suit," said cast member, cinde.

"What is with you?" asked cast member, greg. "That's the nuttiest thing i ever heard. No, this is not a radioactive proof suit. Disney didn't go out of their way to spend 122 million dollars on some stupid, radioactive proof, biologically sealed suit, just so they can help save people. NO! Why would they do that?" Greg held up the suit and handed it to J.J.

"This, cast member, cinde, just happens to be the latest in ultratech costumes," cast member, greg stated proudly.

"A costume? A costume? What do you mean a costume? What kind of costume is it?" asked cast member, cinde.

"Just watch," cast member, greg said as he helped J.J. step carefuly into the sick-looking, red, glob.

J.J. reached inside the suit, and found what had to be the openings for his arms. After J.J.'s arms were in the suit, J.J. found the hole to put his head in, and found the suit was actually pretty comfortable, and made to fit someone his size, and weight perfectly.

Cast member, greg zipped up the back of the suit, and reached down for the electric cord. On the end of the cord was a black, rectangular, plastic remote control with many buttons on it.

"The thing that is so great about this costume is that it can be programmed to be many different costumes not just one," said cast member, greg. "With these buttons you can punch in one of a thousand different preconfigured costumes, all of which are more lifelike and realistic than anything you have ever seen!"

Without further ado, cast member, greg pressed the main power switch on the remote control which turned on the suit.

"ZZZZZZippppipppppppi," went the suit.

Cast member, Greg, with nimble fingers, quickly pressed in the 6 number code transforming the suit into it's preprogrammed form.

"Voila!" shouted cast member, greg. "Gasp!" went cast member, cinde.

"Muffle, moof," said J.J. in indistinguishable tones.

Your pal,
Ed

P.S. Chapter 17, J.J. Hurry!