The Story So Far:
It's no good asking me what the hell's going on!
The Meeting of the Minds resulted in important decisions being made, but you need to be a complete bleeding imbecile to have understood what those decisions were!
Fortunately for the Minds, they are complete bleeding imbeciles, so they at least know what they have to do.

As for our Hero:  Having successfully rid the world of one Spice Girl, his talents for strategy and planning were being applied to bringing extinction to the others.

His epic saga continues...

 
Thread 12

"Another one over here, Artie!"  said one fireman to another fireman, as he pulled rubble from the broken and bloodied body.
"Is it the Spears girl?"  Artie asked, hopefully.
"Sorry, but it's a guy.  His face is all messed up, so we'll have to take a snap of his teeth."
The body belonged, in fact, to the Ugly One; whose face had been left untouched by the explosion.
The two firemen dragged the body out and bagged it up.
"That'll have to be enough, for now.  We gotta go." Artie pointed out.
"But there may still be some bodies in there!"
"Aah, they're only pop-stars.  Let 'em rot.  We'll come back tomorrow to finish up."
"No can do.  We've gotta attend that course for the rest of the week."
"Whatever,"  shrugged Artie.  "We'll come back Monday.  They ain't going nowhere; and we've gotta check out the safety setup on that pop party.  Looks like we're gonna be stuck listening to that Goddam Spears squawking her way through what they call 'music'!"
"You're the boss."
The two men traipsed off to the fire-tender, and drove away.
Artie failed to notice that a piece of string had been stuck to his shoe by the gore of one of the dead popsters.

 
Thread 13

"We're doing What???"  screamed Mel.  "Are you out of your fookin' Mind???"
"No good shouting at me!"  Britney snapped back.  "It's all been decided, and you either join in or we'll do it without you!"
"Yeah... Um... decided,"  confirmed David.
"You can shut the fuck up too, ya tosser!"  Mel growled at him.  "They sell footballs down in the foyer.  Why don't you go and play with yourself?"
"Football?"  David's eyes lit up with childlike wonder.  His heart started palpitating, and a trickle of saliva rolled down from the corner of his mouth.
"So where are the other idiots gone?"  Mel demanded.
"I don't know any idiots!"  Britney declared, snootily.
"The other geniuses that were at this bloody meeting, then!  Where the fook are they?"
"Well,"  Britney counted off on her fingers,  "Emma and the Fiveive guy have gone off to collect costumes; the soccer guy and me are here; and La-La, Dipsy, Po, and Tinky-Winky have gone to bed for their nap."
"La-La..."  Mel shot Britney an enquiring look, then shook her head in disgust.  "Don't bother.  Tell me again exactly what you've got us doing!"
"Wow, you really are dumb, aren't you?"  Britney shook her head.  "It's simple!  There are five of us, so we all dress up as Fiveive to do their bit, and I take Victoria's place in your group!  Everyone's happy, and everyone gets paid!  What could be easier?"
"Easier?"  snorted Mel, looking down at her chest.  "Melanie's got no problem looking like a bloke, but the rest of us..."
"Hey!"  Britney's expression clouded over.  "If Tinky-Winky says it'll work..."

 
Thread 14

"Heads up!"  shouted Artie.  "I'm coming down!"
"Clear here!"  his partner shouted up to him.
Artie swung over the edge of the catwalk and slid Navy-style down the steel ladder, landing with a gentle thud at the bottom.
He turned to the theatre manager.
"The left-bank pulley guide up there is too badly worn to be safe,"  he said.  "I'm gonna have to write it up, and I want you to keep from using it as much as possible until it's been replaced, Ok?"
"The left?"  the theatre manager queried.  He called the stage manager over.  "Geoff, what do those ropes over there control?"
"That's main curtain and backdrops three through seven,"  Geoff replied, without having to think about the answer.
"Ok.  Apart from main curtain, can we do without them until we can get the carpenters up there?"
"Sure, we can...  Oh, hold on; we need backdrop six for the finale."
"That's fine,"  Artie told him.  "So long as you don't have stuff going up and down all night, it should be Ok.  Just have the guys who do the curtain make sure that there's no tangling.  God knows what would could happen if any of the ropes got caught on one another."
"Can do."  Geoff turned to the theatre manager.  "Any sign of the last two acts?  We're waiting on doing their sound tests."
"Who's missing?"  asked Artie.  "I know Spears is, because she was booked to be doing her test when we got here."
"Yeah, there's her and the Spice Girls.  Everyone else has been and gone."
"Well, they'd better hurry!"  said the theatre manager.  "We've only got two hours before the guests start turning up!  I'll get Samantha to call their agents; find out what's going on."
"Well, we'll take a quick look at the traps, then we'll be off,"  said Artie.  "See you on the next one."
"Yes,"  said the theatre manager.  "Thanks, Chief."
As Artie wandered across the main stage, to check the trapdoor mechanisms, he spotted with disdain the splash of drying blood on his boot.

He did not spot a piece of string stuck to it, though, because there was not one there to spot.

 
Thread 15

"I'm supposed to wear this?"  demanded Britney, holding up the Slimy One's studded leather posing pouch.
"Yeah, innit brilliant?"  Melanie enthused.  "We ought to wear costumes like this for our Spice Girl shows!"
"Not too bad,"  agreed Mel, already dressed in the Ignorant One's stage costume.  "But it doesn't show my tits off very well."
"Tee Hee!"  said Emma.
"Shuddup, you!"  Mel told her.  "I'm still a D cup to your C cup, even before I got pregnant!"
"Beh!"  said Emma, poking her tongue out.
"Oooh!"  Melanie shuddered.  "Do that again, Em!"
"Duh!"  Emma chastised.
"Um...  Should, um...  Shouldn't I have a costume?"  asked David.
"No you bloody shouldn't, you thick bastard!"  Mel snapped at him.  "I wish you'd just bugger off and play with your balls, or something!"
"Um...  Yeah...  But...  Um...  But I was hoping for, um, another shag.  Are you sure...  Um...  Sure, um...  Thinghy...  The dark-haired one...  Are you sure she's dead?"
"Of course we're bleeding sure!"  barked Mel.  "Now sod off out of it, willya?"
"Um...  Ok...  'Spose."  David hung his head, and headed for the door.
"Ey, 'old on a minute!"  Mel called after him.  "Did you say you wanted a shag?"
David turned to face her and nodded.
"Oh, well, that's different!"  Mel smiled, broadly.  "You may be thick as shit, but you're bloody good looking enough for a quick sweat-session.  Come on."
She led him off to one of the bedrooms.
"Hey!"  said Britney.  "Did I just miss out on something?"
"Shit, man,"  the Braindead One looked confused.  "I is does wantses a shagsey, too!"
"Tee Hee!"  said Emma.  And off they went.
"HEY!"  Shouted Britney, watching them go.  "I don't think I like this!  I don't think I like it at all!"
"Don't like what?"  asked Melanie, putting her arm around Britney's shoulder, and sticking her tongue in her ear.
"That's better!"  beamed Britney, as she lay on the couch.
She and Melanie were still there three minutes later, when the other four returned to the room.
"Thanks, Dave,"  said Mel.  "You can fook off, now."
"Oh, well,"  Melanie sighed, rolling off of Britney.  "I suppose we'd better get organised."
She sat at the dining table, with a piece of paper and a pen.
"So,"  she said.  "We turn up as ourselves, right?"
"Right."
"Tee Hee!"
"Sure, Sugar."
"Shit man, yeah."
"Ok, so then the three of us and Britney dress up as the rest of Fiveive to sing their song; then Britney sings her song; then Britney dresses up as Victoria..."
"... Tee hee!"  interrupted Emma.
"That's not a problem."  Said Britney.  "I can push them under my arms, or something, out of the way."
"Are you sure the songs are in that order?"  asked Mel.  "'Cause we've got to make sure we've got our costume changes right."
"Shit, man,"  said the Braindead One.  "We is doesn't was going to sings a songsies."
"Duh?"  Emma frowned.
"Shit man, no.  We is was just goingses to the parties."
"Just a minute!"  Mel looked about ready to burst into flames.  "Are you saying we've been buggering about with these costumes for the last hour for no reason?"
"Duh!"  Emma added, sternly.
"Shit man, I sorry!  I is did forgotted!"  He started to cry.
"Awww!"  complained Melanie. "I was looking forward to stomping about the stage like a bloke!"
"Fookit, fookit, fookit!"  growled Mel, stripping off the Fiveive costume, and re-donning her own clothes.
"Let's just go, shall we?"  said Melanie.  "We have to get to the party."
Grumbling and bitching, the Girls, and the Braindead One, set off for their performances...

 
So that was the plan???
Everyone dresses up as everyone else and sings (if you can call it singing) various crappy pop songs?
Are these people really as thick as they seem?
Maybe they should have left the planning to Mel!
And our hero?
Was that him, on Artie's boot?
If so, where is he now?
Does anyone care?

 
Continued....