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And now, boys and girls, the moment
you've been waiting for. It's the
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spy. A spy always has to have hope, even
when it looks hopeless. Which reminds me
of the time when Fel and I were cleaning
our millions for Hanukkah.
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Khan is my favorite. Yamip Five said
that's nice. I said along with Tishbot
and Logimer. I like those two. I agree.
And Pesak and Chuis and Sukus and
Chimeades.
Those are your favorites too, I asked.
Of course. And don't forget Perm. You
know why? Why? Because it reminds me of
Hanukkah. I really like Hanika along
with Tubispot and Laga and Pesak and
Fuis and
Sukus. Is that the door? No, it's my
super small button hole size mini spy
shell phone with a doorbell ring. Hello.
Hello, spy. Agent 613
here. You know that many people use
olive oil to light their minis. Do you
need me to squeeze the
olives? No, spy. I need you to find
them. He hung
up. We'll be right there. Come on, Fo.
We're going to Ali's.
Ali's? Yes. Ali's Olive Orchard and Oil
Company. Before you could say nay good
hire some the spy copter landed neatly
right in front of the
factory. There was Ali himself to greet
us at the front door. Welcome spy.
You're just in time. A new load of
olives has just arrived. Outside large
trucks were dumping loads of olives into
collector shoots for
processing. Looks good to me. Come
inside. Spy Bible. H
I Hey Ollie, nothing's happening. The
conveyor belts aren't moving. There's
only a few drops of oil trickling out of
the pipes into the
bottles. Yes, by you see olives arrive
and go through the squeeze and
centrifuges, but no oil comes out. Obby,
I hope you can get to the bottom of
this. You can count on
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me. Gather around and listen about a man
we call the spine. Because of his
adventures, he's a legend in his time.
He'll fight the Tahara at sea or in the
skies. And you'll never have to worry
when the spies on your side.
Let's start here. We'll work our way up
to the top. Olli, Fial and I begin
tracing the oil pipes all the way around
the processing plant. Up and down, over
and under, around and around. Finally,
we came to the big bin where the olives
first come into the building. What's
this? I asked, pointing to a pipe coming
off the bin. Hm. I don't know, Spy. I've
never seen it before. Let's see where it
goes, I said. We followed the pipe down
a passage, up a flight of steps, down
another hall, around to the right, down
a staircase, down another corridor, to a
door at the end of some steps. Knock
knock. Who's there? Why? Why? Who? Why
are you stealing olives?
Suddenly, the door swung
open. There stood one of the Yashahara's
helpers. Hey, it's the
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spoy. I jumped toward
him. But he had olive oil all over
himself and just slipped out of my arms.
The floor was also slick with oil and we
slipped and slid all over. O V spy. He's
gone. By the time we got back on our
feet, he was gone. And so was another
load of
olive. O, without olives, we can't make
olive oil. And without olive oil, people
can't light the manas.
That's the pits.
That chick fel, come on. Back to the spy
copter. Where to now spy? Where there
are olives, there are pits. Fal, we're
going to find them. We jumped into the
spy copter and flew into the sky, making
wide circles around Ali's olive orchard.
Spy bullets. Someone's shooting at us.
No, 50. It's not bullets.
It's olive
pitch. And you know where they're coming
from?
Yahara,
right? Tells you not to listen when your
mother says it's time to say your mom
and go to
bed. That voice of trouble in your head.
What do you
think? That's me.
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I was looking for piles of pits which
would lead us to him, but I guess he
found us
first. Olive pitch whizzed by the
spy. Five, it's a direct hit. We're
going
down. We'll have to make an emergency
landing. As we landed, 28 helpers
surrounded the spy copter. Welcome, spy.
I knew you'd be here before long. But
that's okay because not even you can
save the olive oil now.
Wow. Yahara, looks like you've set up
some fancy operation here. I'm glad you
appreciate it,
spy. Yeah. First, we unload the olives.
Then we clean them with an ultra high
pressure water spray. Then they go
through the rapid fire pit remover. It
spits out the pits nonstop.
You and Fial already know about it. We
do. Go on. Well, after that, we crush
them to get pure olive oil. But where do
you bottle it? We
don't. Then he pointed to a massive
drilling rig and said, "Most drilling
rigs pull oil out of the ground. This
one puts the oil back in."
You mean you're storing olive oil
underground? Correct, spy. Where no one
can get at it, not even
you. That's what you
think. Talk is cheap, spy. You can't do
anything
now. Who says? I cried, running toward
the high pressure water hose. The yates
looked at me and laughed.
Want to spray me spy? Go on, get me wet.
I don't care. Who said anything about
you? I grabbed the hose, pushed the
barrel into the ground, and squeezed the
high pressure nozzle with all my might.
Water whooed out, gushing into the
ground. The Yates stood there without
moving, like he was in shock. Soon, the
ground began to grumble, rumble, and
shake.
What's going on? What is this? When you
mix olive oil and water, oil always
comes out on top, just like the Jewish
people. But the Aahara never heard me.
There was a
huge and a giant gush of olive oil that
lifted him and his henchmen way up high
into the sky. Help. I'm flying up in the
air. Help me. I want my
mommy. They screamed as they disappeared
into the distance. Final and I capped
the gusher and then we ran back to the
spy copter, fixed the bent blade, and
flew back to Ali's orchard just in time
for Yantiff. Like I always say, oil's
well, that ends well. A frillen Kaneka.
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Thank you. Thank you. Thank
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you to defeat the Sahara. That's our
mission that is clear to listen to the
Torah and bring Mashia here to rebuild
the Bahamas. That's our mission, you and
I. So keep on doing this. Stand by for
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