Taking care of Karen

Meanwhile, Margaret Booth was staring at the raven-haired driver of the car who had just interrupted her interrogation of Roxanne, the young redheaded camp counselor who had claimed to have seen Richard Ramirez the Night Stripper.

"You have a heck of a nerve showing up here at this time like this," she said. "Shouldn't you be back at the crazy house keeping an eye on Mr. Bo Jingles?"

"Actually that's what I came here to talk to you about," said the brunette driver. "Benjamin Richter aka Mr. Bo Jingles just broke out of the mental hospital and he's headed this way."

"So why are you telling me all this?" asked Margaret. "Why not tell the sheriff?"

"I've tried calling the sheriff," said the brunette. "But the phone lines between the mental hospital and there and here are all down so I drove out here to tell you in person."

"Well, that was a darn foolish thing for you to do, Dr. Karen!" cried Margaret.

"It's Dr. Hoople," said the brunette. "But that's not important right now. What is important is that Mr. Bo Jingles has escaped and that he's on his way here now."

"Don't worry," said Margaret. "We'll take care of him. Or rather, I will."

"You will?" asked Dr. Hoople. "How?"

"With this," said Margaret, showing off her Eastwood-sized handgun. "Just let Mr. Bo Jingles try something in this camp. I'll certainly make his day."

"Well, you do that," said Dr. Hopple. "I gotta go drive to the sheriff's station and talk to them over there just in case."

"Hey, wait a minute!" cried Margaret. "No one's going anywhere without my permission."

But Karen did not wait to hear anything further. She just drove off, ignoring the sound of gunfire in the distance as Margaret futilely tried to get her attention.

Then, a few miles beyond Camp Morningwood's front gate, Dr. Hopple heard a familiar thumping sound that could only be made by a damaged tire.

"Oh, great," she said. "Margaret actually managed to hit something for a change. At least it wasn't the gas tank."

Dr. Hopple pulled over by the side of the road and pondered her options. She didn't have a CB radio in her car so she couldn't call anyone. But if she got out to change her flat tire, Mr. Bo Jiggles might catch up with her. What should she do? What should she do?

Just then she heard a knock on her car window.

She looked up and saw someone in a deputy's uniform standing besides her car, his face hidden by the shadow of his deputy hat.

She rolled down her window hurriedly and said, "Thank God you showed up. I'm in in a heck of a pickle. You see, one of my tires went flat and --"

"Don't worry about that, Dr. Hopple," said the mystery man. "We'll have everything sorted out in just a few shakes of a lamb's tail. Now if you would, please be kind enough to step out of your vehicle for a few minutes."

"How did you know my name?" Dr. Hopple started to ask.

Then the light shifted and Dr. Hopple recognized the face under the hat.

"Well, I guess it's a good thing I wore clean underwear tonight," she muttered.

The man Dr. Hopple knew as Mr. Bo Jingles just smiled and said, "Whatever makes you think you're going to be wearing that much, Dr. Hopple?"