Gradually Ben recovered from the poteen. After 10 minutes the burning was replaced by the feeling that his throat had been merely sand-papered.
Faffy stood in front of Ben expectantly, humming to himself. Other people had started to arrive by now ready for the day’s work ahead. Ben was surprised that no-one even batted an eyelid at his new ‘personal assistant’.
Before he could comment though he heard a commotion from the entrance door where three men burst through it arguing. They all looked identical. Short in stature although nowhere near as short as Faffy. All three were almost bald and Ben was sure that they must have polished their heads such was the shine that reflected from them.
They seemed to sort themselves out quickly and headed towards Ben. They walked in single file, almost marching in time to some military air.
“Ahhhh Mr Ben. Here come your new helpers.” Laughed Faffy.
“Meet the DeVito brothers Mr Ben sorr.”
Ben shook his head in disbelief.
“Where are you people coming from Faffy? Why are you here?”
Faffy grinned. “We are here to help you Mr Ben.”
“I need to check on this with my boss Faffy.” Replied Ben.
“OK Mr Ben but first I need to get these boys working. What can I get them doing.”
“Ermmmm. Ok what are their names?”
“Well sorr to be honest no-one is totally sure. We think it’s Frank, Ernest and Bilious.”
Ben couldn’t help but smile. “So why don’t we just ask them then Faffy?”
“Well you could try Mr Ben but to be truthful they don’t really know themselves either. It’s why they argue so much. Some days they all want to be Ernest. Sometimes they are all Frank and other days they all want to be Bilious. Properly confusing it is too.”
Ben was totally confused but attempted it anyway.
“OK guys. Which one of you is Frank? “
The three DeVito’s looked at each other blankly then shrugged their shoulders simultaneously.
“OK which one of you is Ernest?”
DeVito no.1 pointed at DeVito no.2 who simultaneously pointed at No.3 who in like manner pointed at No.1.
“OK and finally which one of you is Bilious?”
All three DeVito’s pointed at themselves.
Ben sat down and moaned as his last question caused the three DeVito’s to launch into a heated discussion about which one was which.
“Now then lads.” Shouted Faffy. “Let’s be having some decorum for Mr Ben. He has a lot to do and he needs our help.”
The DeVito’s arguing tapered off to just a low mumbling before they became quiet.
“Sorry thar Maister Ben. Jus point os at summat Faffy and we be getting’ on with it.” They said in unison.
Ben noticed they had rich Norfolk accents.
“Roit lads. Tank you.” Smiled Faffy. “For the time being just grab a broom each and have a good sweep up till Mr Ben finds us something.”
All of a sudden the double doors from the office slammed open and Ben’s boss stormed in.
“BEN … BEN? We have a crisis…. Ben. Where are you Ben?
Ben cringed as Mad Mick Slade approached.
“Ah there you are Ben. I need you.”
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TO BE CONTINUED…