'Tis confusion!

It was a typical day at work. Kids were running around, pulling toys off shelves and begging mommy and daddy for the latest and greatest item.  I was flying from point A to point B trying to assist everyone, when suddenly I heard an unmistakable voice directing a question to my co-worker.

" Will you buy this for me?' No. It couldn't be. I snuck up behind the barbie display and peeked around it. My guess was confirmed- Sal was standing in front of my coworker, holding a giant rubber snake. "I've been such a good boy and I really, really want this.'  I could see my coworker had no idea how to respond. I was about to step in, when I noticed something (should I say someone) that made me forget about Sal and my coworker's confusion. Q was standing mere feet from me, peering over the bookshelves and giggling to himself. I stepped closer.

"Look at that fool. The poor girl probably thinks he's lost his mind,' Q said to nobody in particular.

This was my chance. I stepped over to him and added '' 'Tis confusion!'. Q looked over at me and smiled. "That's my line."

"I know. But it's such a good one, I thought it'd be ok if I borrowed it."

"Well.......' Q pretended to consider this. '...ok. Just this once. If I find out you used it again, I'm gonna have to come back and demand royalty payments. I may have to trademark that saying.''

I still couldn't believe this was happening. "So... I don't see any camera crew or anything...come to think of it, I don't see Joe or Murr, either... are you not filming this?'

Q smiled again. 'Yeah, Sal and I just decided to break off and spend some time having some innocent fun. No camera crew, this isn't being aired. We just thought this could be cool.' He glanced over the bookshelf again. Sal was now holding a foam pirate sword and waving it around like an action hero. "What about this? Can I have this? I could beat sooo many pirates with this.'

I laughed at the panicked look on my coworkers face. She clearly had no idea who Sal was...which was just what he'd counted on, obviously. On the other hand, I was all too familiar with the guys' hi-jinks, and could no longer control my laughter. Q looked at me. 

"Sweetie, you think that's funny, you ain't seen nothing yet.'' With that, Q slipped from behind the bookshelf, grabbed another pirate sword, and jumped Sal from behind yelling ''Arghhh, matey! Duel me or walk the plank!''. Sal spun around, and the two of them engaged in a full on 'battle to the death'. It only lasted a few minutes, and wrapped up when Q knocked Sal backwards into a shelf of  stuffed cats.

"Of course it's cats'' I heard Sal mumble. "There's eleven billion things in this store, and you knock me into the cats." Q grinned. "Oops.  

I laughed again. Seeing this unfold in person was a total dream come true. Sal and Q both smiled at each other, and Q nodded towards me. " You gonna tell your coworker that this whole thing was staged?''

''Nah. I'd rather let her think Sal is a nut.''

"Works for me''  Q said.
Sal rolled his eyes. "I kinda feel like I should apologize to that employee."
Q raised an eyebrow. "Why am I not surprised?"

I couldn't help chiming in. "Sal, I'm actually kind of surprised you haven't apologized yet." Q nodded in agreement, then poked me in the shoulder. "You see that rack of puppets? I saw him knock one off when we came in, and I swear I heard him mumble 'I'm sorry' to it." Sal shrugged. "Hey, I'm sorry I'm such a nice guy. Not all of us can just lumber through life stepping on other's feet..on their brand new shoes..." 

Q smirked. "Not all of us can be James Murray then, eh buddy?"  Sal rolled his eyes. "Three times he's stepped on my feet this week. Three! And it's only Tuesday! I'm going to have to buy steel toed boots before long."