Amber's baby, Ariel, looked up at Tarzan. She felt so warm, and happy. The only thing bothering her was her bladder, which because of all the diet coke she drank, was stretched to a state of discomfort. Amber's baby, Ariel grinned, and started to pee pee in her cute, new, Tigger, baby outfit. "Ga ga, hee hee," said Amber's baby, Ariel, who smiled, and smiled, while pee pee flowed out of her body, into her Tigger costume, and into Tarzan's cuddling hands.

"Goo goo gee gee," said J.J. in the Tarzan costume, not noticing the stream of pee pee going into his hands, and down his arms. The Tarzan costume's thickness insulated J.J. from feeling anything of the outside world. J.J. was like a pea in a pod.

In a security room, hidden high up in the trees behind the Tarzan treehouse, red alert lights lit up, and alarm bells started going off.

"Sir! Mayday! Mayday!" shouted cast member, Tod, who was first technical assistant for the 122 million dollar Tarzan costume. Cast member, Tod quickly scanned monitors one through sixteen, and checked the heat sensing gauges. Though cast member, Tod could see nothing out of the ordinary on the monitors, the flashing red lights, and alarm bells were telling another story.

"Ah, cast member, Greg, Sir? Ahh... sensors are picking up an increase in heat on the surface of the costume. The increase in heat seems to start with the hands of the Tarzan costume, and extends all the way down the right flank. It might be a stream of liquid. No signs of hydraulic pressure loss. Could be a wire short circuiting, sir."

"Quick! Let me see that," said cast member, Greg rushing over to check cast member, Tod's monitor. "Check the coolant pressure!"

"Coolant pressure steady. No sign of leakage," said cast member, Tod.

"Good," said cast member, Greg. "The cpu is over clocked 3x, and we don't want to burn up another one... if we can help it."

Cast member, Greg took one look at the closeup on monitor 5, and calmed down. He knew what the problem was instantly. "Oh, the baby is eliminating it's excess fluids," said cast member, Greg.

"Sir? What's that, sir?" asked cast member, Tod.

Cast member, Greg reached over with his forefinger, and tapped the screen of monitor five. Pee pee could plainly be seen dripping out of the Tarzan costume's hands, and down the costume's right flank.

"There, see the fluid originating from that little baby Tigger outfit," asked cast member, Greg, while pointing at the monitor. "That's just harmless pee pee. You'll be seeing a lot of that when you've worked this attraction for a few days, and need i mention..." said cast member, Greg, lowering his voice slightly, "... be prepared to see... um...well... other things. Human beings are human beings. But don't worry, the Tarzan costume is 100 percent water proof with an extra added layer of teflon directly under the foam skin. No liquid, or acid, could possibly damage that suit. Not in a million years, i'll tell you. No, sir-eee-bob."

"Yes sir. Phewwwww, that's a load off my mind," said cast member, Tod, letting out a sigh of relief. Cast member, Tod was nervous about his new assignment, but was glad to be out of merchandizing. Except for those two minor incidents his first day on the job, working the Tarzan attraction had been a breeze. Cast member, Tod, leaned back in his computer chair, and began to relax. "I wonder if i saved enough of my paycheck to get the steak, and cake tonight at Norm's," cast member, Tod thought to himself.

Cast member, Greg went back to his lead station, and did a cursory glance of the Tarzan costume's many gauges, and monitors. Temperature normal. Pressure normal. Fan speed 2493 rpm's, which was normal. Fourteen programs running, including three for vari-speech, and two for autograph signer 2.1. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Everything seemed normal.

Cast member, Greg took a clean starbucks napkin out of his pants pocket, and damped the sweat off his brow. He looked over at cast member, Tod, and made a mental note to schedule cast member, Tod for an hour of overtime. The Tarzan suit needed cleaning that night, and there were still 2 hours allotted for cleanup in the weekly budget.

"Let's all try to relax now," said cast member, Greg to the 12 member technical crew of the Tarzan costume, and meet and greet staging area.

For a soft opening of an untested 122 million dollar neuro-stimulated, computerized sensor suit, that had as many bells, and whistles as this Tarzan costume, everything seemed to be going pretty smoothly....

...so far.

Your Pal,
Ed

P.S. Don't miss the next chapter in this intense tale, chapter 23, Cinde's Secret Admirer.