
Title: The Peaceful Meadows Affair, chapter 2
Summary: Napoleon and Illya begin to probe the weirdness of the Peaceful Meadows community while at its restaurant.
( When spying just doesn't go quite right )

“Napoleon what are you drabbling on about? You are speaking incoherently.”
““Drabbling? Misser Kury-akin. I do not drabble when I drink, nor do I drib-ble. Pour me ‘nother scotch bartender and don’t put it in a dribble glass, I mean drabble..no dribble.”
A few more drinks and he will feel nothing,” Kuryakin gravely nodded.
“Hey, wha’s this drivel...what am I doin’ on this table Ill-ee-ya??” Solo drooled.
“You have a broken leg and it must be set my friend.”
“Oh, ooo-kay, whoo-eee. Can I have ‘nother drinky-poo then?” Solo’s head dropped with a thud.
“Doctor, he is ready.”
"What are you doing?" Napoleon was curious about the bundle of clothes that his partner was carrying.
"What does it look like? I have laundry backed up for the last month; we have been on the road a lot my friend."
Napoleon considered that last, they had been hot on the trail of a THRUSH scientist whose work threatened to do much damage. Fortunately they had stopped him.
"I wasn't aware that you do your own laundry. UNCLE has a service you know."
That stopped the Russian in his tracks.
"Someone else will wash my clothes?"
"Yep."
"Bohze moi…"
"Yep."