Live! from Las Vegas

Everyone in the broadcasting booth jumped. Vince was not in a good mood. Of course, that was normal.

Marty, Jay, and Stanley went over to Vince's office to see what he was mad about this time.

When Vince saw them approaching, he yelled, "IT'S PLASTER!!!"

The deejays looked at each other. Finally, Marty said, "Of course it is, Vince. There's always plaster on the walls."

Vince looked mad enough to blow a fuse. "ON THE CARPET!!" he roared.

"Well, now, that's unusual," Jay commented. "Plaster isn't always on carpets."

"Hola!" called a familiar voice.

"Well, here's Consuelo," Marty said. "She'll fix up the carpet."

"Yeah!" Vince snorted. "With paint or barbed wire or tar!"

"Oh, senior, I am so sorry about the plaster," Consuelo said to Vince. "After I left your office, I remembered about the plaster in my cleaning bag and feared it had jumped out on your carpet!"

"What was plaster doing in that cleaning bag?" Vince demanded, as the deejays went back to the broadcasting booth.

"Well, we are remodeling our house," Consuelo replied, "and Miguel told me that some plaster fell into my cleaning bag! I was in such a hurry to get out to clean your office, that I forgot to get the plaster out of the bag first!"

"That isn't a cleaning bag!" Vince roared. "It's hazardous!"

"Si," Consuelo agreed, then suddenly wheeled a vacuum into the office. It was one of the kind where the mouth of the vacuum is attached to a long hose that leads to the vacuum bag.

"WHAT'S THIS??" Vince gasped.

"I am going to vacuum up the plaster, senior," Consuelo replied.

"YOU ARE NOT!!" Vince yelled. "IT'S NOT BUILT TO VACUUM PLASTER!!"

"I do not see why," Consuelo said, plugging it in.

When she turned it on, it started to shake.

"What's wrong with that thing?" Vince asked.

"My goodness! It is powerful!" Consuelo commented. "It will get up the plaster in just a few minutes, senior!"

Stanley came by to see how things were coming. He was not prepared to see how powerful the vacuum was.

Vince became aware that his tie was untying. "Hey! What's going on?" he demanded, grabbing at his tie.

The piece of cloth paid no heed and untied itself completely from around Vince's neck, and while the onlookers watched, startled, it flew down to the floor and flew up into the vacuum!

They just stood there, stupefied, until Vince's yell rang out.

"AUGH!!!!!!!!"

"I am so sorry, senior," Consuelo apologized. "I did not realize the vacuum was that strong! And it was not even pointed at your tie! It was pointed at the floor!"

"Whew, I've never seen anything like that before!" Stan exclaimed.

"Who would," Vince grumbled. "It could only happen to me!"

"I am so sorry, senior," Consuelo said, turned off the vacuum. "From now on, I think I will stick with Hoover."

"Nope," Stan said. "The vacuum ate Vince's tie. It was so forceful, it actually untied the tie from around Vince's neck!"

"That must have been a sight," Jay commented.

"Was it! And you should have heard Vince yell!" Stan glanced in the direction of the engineer's office. "At least Consuelo was able to retrieve the tie."

Consuelo came by just then, with a normal, upright, Hoover vacuum. "Hola, seniors," she greeted the deejays. "I am going to clean up the plaster now! But this time," she added, "I am using a real vacuum, not a tie monster!"

"Good idea," Jay said, trying to keep a straight face.

"AUGH!!"

"Uh oh," Marty said, "what's wrong now?"

"SOMEBODY GET THIS CRUSHED PRUNE OFF MY WALL!!"

"Oops," Consuelo said in a small voice, "so that is where it went! It must've flown out of the tie monster vacuum when I took it apart to get Senior Hummel's tie!"

She hurried off to Vince's office.