The Range Rover pulled up to a nice house in California. I got out of the car and walked across the cement walkway parting the yard of lush green grass. carefully approached the tan house. Taking out my large camcorder from my backpack as I stood outside in the burning sun.

"Liza it's me," I said. "Can I come in?"

Immediately the door swung open.

"My names Jet," a woman dressed as a man with alluring hair stood before me. "Come. Come in."

I turned on the camcorder and strolled on in.

"What have you done with Liza?" I asked.

"She is in my closet," Jet replied in his usual odd voice. "Come and see."

I follow Jet up the wooden stairs and into a closet. The room was taken up by a washer and drier. "She's not in here," I said. But Jet opened the drier and climbed in. "Jet?" Jet wrenched his leg over his head and fit perfectly inside like a puzzle piece. Then he shut the door. He licked his hand and sexily smoothed out his already velvety hair and mustache.

I aim the camcorder at him and knelled down.

"How's it in there?" I asked, trying to hold in my amusement.

"Dry," he replied squinting his sexy eyes. I laughed and turned away for a quick second. When I looked back Jet was gone. A women with curly, dark brown hair flung open the drier door.

"Hey, help," Liza dropped onto the floor, her limps tangled like spaghetti. "What are you doing?"

"What were you doing?" I asked laughing.

She got up, putting her arms in the air, and pointing her hands out horizontally. Liza turned and hopped into her bedroom. She turned and smacked her head into her giant mirrors.

"Ah dang it," she said annoyed. Her eye brows were printed onto the mirror. "Now I have to draw them back on." I stood close next to her and filmed everything. Her room was bright and white.

Liza turned and opened her closet door. Entering it and closing it. Moments later a woman with glasses and a ponytail came walking out.

"Come Caucasian  boy," she said.

"Who are you?" I asked astonished.

"Who am I? I am Helga," she said in a sexy accent. "How could you not know me? I am Liza's cousin."

I follow Helga as she walks into the kitchen and opens the refrigerator. She took out a container of play do and opened it. The container was filled with popcorn. Helga clumsily took the popcorn and rubbed it across her mouth. Only a few got in. I filmed her, holding back my laughs.

"What are you laughing at Caucasian boy?" Helga asked.

"What are you doing?" I asked her.

"I am eating my snack," she spat out the popcorn. "Come."

We walked into the bathroom were  she opened the window and climbed out. She signaled for me to come. I slung the camcorder over my shoulder with the harness and followed her.

"Are you sure this is safe?"

"What do you mean? I am Helga, you are safe with me," she said. "Woo." She stumbled to her right as she awkwardly walked up the roof. I heaved myself up and sat next to Helga on the roof.

"What are we doing?" I asked her.

"Look at this view," she pointed to the houses

"It's just houses," I replied.

"No, not just houses, look a squirrel," I laughed and filmed her. "Get that camera out of my face, please no paparazzi today."

"Your accent is sexy," I told her.

"Why thank you," Helga said. "I think it is time for you to go."

"What? I just got here," I argued.

"It is time for us both to leave," Helga said and pushed me off the roof. I tumbled down. Trying to stop the momentum but it was too late. The last thing I saw was Helga sliding down the roof beside me, her arms to her sides, and her glasses on the edge of her nose.