"What exactly are we looking for?" Scully asked, as she and Mulder walked through the dark warehouse.
"I heard that an extraterrestrial spacecraft was being held here under the clever guise of a toxic waste plant, so I thought we better check it out," Mulder replied.
"Mulder, did it ever occur to you that this might just be a regular toxic waste site?"
"Well, we'll just have to wait and" SPLAT "See..."
"Dammit!" Scully called.
"What'd you step in?" Mulder asked, pointing his flashlight at her shoes.
"I don't know, but it's eating right through my shoes!" Indeed, the substance was quickly destroying them.
"HOLD IT!" a security gaurd called from behind.
"Run!!!" cried Mulder.
"Easy for you to say, you're not the one with dissolved heels on your pumps!" Scully yelled as she stumbled along in the dark.

"Mulder, what am I supposed to do?" a bare-footed Scully asked the next morning in Mulder's hotel room. "Those were my last pair of shoes, and my size is so small it will be nearly impossible to find a pair that fits out here, and we have to go on that stakeout tonight..."
"Hmmm," Mulder said thoughtfully as Scully began to flick through the phone book in hopes of a fluke small shoe shop being listed."I got it! I know about this woman around here who does seances..." Scully raised one of her perfectly-plucked eyebrows. "Think about it, Scully, who once bought 200 pairs of shoes at a time for $60,000 dollars?"
"Enlighten me."
"Jackie Onassis. Someone like her's bound to know where some teeny shoes are!"
"Mulder, that's ridiculous. Let's just go to this outlet place listed in the phone book, maybe they'll have some."

So now it is up to you. Should they go to the nearest department store, hoping it has a new petite feet section, or have a seance to summon the spirit of Jackie O for shoe advice?


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