Drew Carey sauntered into the abc building and was greeted by a burly security guard.
          "Morning Mr Carey."
          "Good morning Ralf…hey, don't suppose you could do me a huge favour?" Drew perked.
          "Well now that all depends on what it is," smiled Ralf.
          "Oh nothing much…its just…well…I wanted to borrow the studio we used to do Whose Line in."
          "What for?" Ralf asked.
          Drew gave a small laugh. "Man you are gonna think I'm crazy but I wanted to hold a small party in there to celebrate…ah…the life of…" Drew looked frantically around the room and then blurted out, "Dwayne D' bathtub, an old comedy buddy of mine…died tragically. So just give me the access code and I'll be out of your hair."
          Ralf looked at Drew suspiciously. "Gee Drew…I'd have to clear it with the boss and stuff…"
          "NO," Drew spat. "I mean…it'll just be a quiet affair…don't need to drag the big guys into it…" he added jokingly.
          "Dude, you know I can't just go handing out the security code," Ralf huffed.
          "I'll pay you," Drew grinned hopefully.
          "Sorry Drew," Ralf sighed.
          Drew gave Ralf half a wave and trundled into a quiet corridor.
          "Stupid, stupid, stupid," he hissed, banging his head on the wall.

          Wayne Brady mumbled various obscenities as he mopped a deserted corridor. He'd spent the morning sporting grotty overalls and dragging a cart of cleaning utensils around the abc building and he was still no closer to finding the security videos.
          He was considering giving up when he noticed a security guard walking down the corridor toward him with a video in his hand. Wayne kept his eyes focused on the mop as the guard drew level with him.
          "Hey good job…keep it up," perked the guard, slapped Wayne on the back and continued on his way.
          Wayne waited until the guard had rounded the corner before he thrust his mop back in the trolley, swiveled around and followed the guard.
          The guard went down to the basement and turned into a small back room. Wayne dragged the trolley into the room adjacent and waited until the guard wandered out empty handed.
          He then crept out of his hiding spot, snuck into the room and scanned the overfilled shelves of videos. Wayne grabbed one that was dated appropriately and then nipped back across the corridor and hid it in his trolley.
          He then got out of there faster than a hyena with a cracker up its arse.
          As Wayne rushed about he stopped paying attention to his surroundings and was only brought to a halt when his trolley collided with a heavy object…Drew.
          "Jesus Wayne," Drew spat, rubbing his paunch.
          Wayne held his finger to his lips to silence Drew.
          "I mean dumbass janitor," Drew smiled.
          "I got the video," Wayne whispered.
          "Great…I couldn't get the studio," Drew whispered back.
          "What…and you're saying I'm a dumbass," Wayne hissed.
          "What are we gonna do? I do not want to be on the end of Colin's wrath," Drew spat.
          Wayne pondered the situation for a minute. "Give me your phone," he demanded.
          Drew reluctantly handed his phone to Wayne.