Brad Sherwood and Steve Frost arrived at the abc building and managed to sneak their way around the back and through an unoccupied door (which was quite an exceptional feat for two guys who are over six foot).
          Once inside they walked slowly and edgily through the corridors.
          "So what do we have to do exactly?" Steve asked in a whisper.
          "Impersonate security guards…you know, walk around with walkie talkies and eat donuts," Brad chirped.
          "Do you think if we got a couple of uniforms it might make things easier?" Steve queried.
          "Hey, I never thought of that…how are we going to get uniforms though?" Brad replied.
          Steve thought for a minute. "We could take a couple of guards, gag them and steal their uniforms…at least that's what they do in the movies."
          "Well then it’s bound to work," Brad mused and dragged Steve into a broom cupboard.
          "Not another broom cupboard" Steve grumbled.
          "Are you claustrophobic?" Brad asked concerned.
          "No, I have chronic Mochrieitis…it’s a condition brought on by over bearing Canadians," Steve replied.
          Brad tried to fight off the giggles but failed miserably. "Sorry buddy," he snickered and patted Steve's arm.
          A short while later and after some amusing antics with a mop head, Brad hushed Steve.
          "Shhh someone's coming."
          Steve hand flew straight to his mouth to quiet his giggles.
          "Oh not like that," Brad groaned and then fought hard to keep the smile off his face.
          "Well it might help to actually see who's coming," Steve breathed as he regained his composure.
          Brad quietly opened the door a crack and then shut it again.
          "It's two guards…on the count of three…" he whispered "one…two…three." Brad and Steve leapt out of the cupboard, put their hands over the guards' mouths and bustled them into the broom cupboard.
          The cupboard had barely enough space for Brad and Steve let alone the two security guards; miraculously they managed to find enough electrical tape to gag the guards and enough room to swap clothes.
          Brad and Steve then made sure the coast was clear before they headed down the corridor.
          They were approaching the studio where Chip was when a young woman came racing over.
          "I've been looking for you guys everywhere…Come on there's a security breech," she wailed. Brad and Steve looked at each other. "A security breech?" Brad coughed.
          "Yes…you know where someone does something illegal…" snapped the woman.
          "Can't someone else deal with it?" Steve asked.
          "You're the security guards…YOU'RE SUPPOSE TO DEAL WITH IT," the woman replied yelling.
          "OK, ok…don't get your knickers in a knot," Steve hissed.
          "It's panties here actually," Brad perked.
          The security breech was actually a frantic young woman who was stalking one of the male newsreaders. She was ranting and waving about what she claimed was the birth certificate of her child to him.
          "Get her out of here ASAP," the woman snapped at Brad and Steve.
          Brad and Steve gave each other dubious looks.

          Chip was bored; no he was beyond bored, in fact if he hadn't sat and watched his chest rise and fall for the last hour he'd have assumed he was dead.
          It'd been hours since Wayne had left him and still there was no sign of Brad and Steve. Maybe Wayne had forgotten to tell them, maybe he was trapped there forever, maybe he was just starting to panic.
          In a desperate attempt to entertain himself, Chip had played around with the ghastly set. He'd penned a song and even written a list of reasons why Colin had changed, his number one opinion being that Colin was simply suffering from some sort of brain malfunction probably brought on by too much sunlight seeping through the baldness.
          Chip was about to launch into his fifth medley of Sir Andrew Lloyd Webber songs when he heard voices outside the door.
          "Thanks guys we'll take over now…knocking off time," Brad's voice boomed.
          There were a few muffled grunts and then Steve's voice.
          "I can't believe you told that mad cow that you believed her."
          "What did you want me to say…sorry, I think you're completely insane here comes the men in white to take you away and lock you up never to darken the abc doorstep again?" Brad perked.
          "Oh haha," Steve sarced.
          Chip bounded into action he raced over to the double door and called through the gap.
          "Hey guys…it’s me."
          "Hey Esten, we'll have you outta there in just a moment," Brad grinned.
          "Hold on, I've got the security code…I'll read it to you," Chip breathed.
          Steve pondered the keypad before him and then typed in the numbers as Chip read them.
          Nothing happened.
          "It didn't work," Steve gasped.
          "It had to work…Please God it had to work," Chip sobbed, pulling on the door handle.
          "We'll take a run at it," Brad nodded to Steve.
          The two men took several steps back then raced forward and thrust all their weight against the doors.
          The doors flew open; there was a sickening crunch and then a low groan.
          "CHIP," Brad squeaked, pulling back one of the doors.
          Chip's limp body lolled to the floor.
          "I'm ok…I just need to let my internal organs stop bleeding," he whimpered.