The Tolling of the Cuckoo Clock

Posted: July 9, 2010 in humor, writing

News Item:  Russian Spies Prove to Be Amateurs

Natasha was livid.

“Boris!  This password isn’t working!  You said COME2ME_MYDARLING was it.  I’ve typed it in five times and it won’t let me in.”

A dumpy-looking man glanced up from his newspaper, pencil mustache twitching in annoyance.   “I told you darlink.  I changed it last night.”

The clock on the wall chimed once, announcing to the occupants that it was now one o’clock.  Having done its duty, it commenced ticking.  Boris turned the page of his newspaper, looking for an ad for cheap divorce lawyers.


“Vell what, darlink?”


He glanced down the page.  Nothing.  Make the next page wou—.


“I don’t know, baby.  I wrote it down.”

He never heard it coming.  But he felt it ping off of his head.

“OW!!” he yelled.  “VAT DID YOU DO?”

“Oh don’t be such a baby” she growled.  “I just hit you vit a pencil.”


“Ty glup” she said.  (“Stupid” for those unfamiliar with Russian)

“Vy you be like that, darlink?”

“Boris – you NEVER write down the password.   You *vant* to spend the rest of your miserable little life in jail?”

“As long as I don’t have to spend it vith you” Boris muttered.


“Nothing, Natasha.  Darlink.”

She wasn’t through.  “Bad enough you put pictures up on Facebook with our real names.   Or that you break into those offices vithout vearing gloves and you don’t vipe everything down after.   Or that you smoke like a chimney and leave your butts everywhere….”

Boris threw his paper down.  “You tink I’M stupid?  Vat about you, darlink?  Do you remember getting drunk at that party, jumping up on the coffee table and yelling ‘guess vat I do for a livink?’   Den you flirted vith the host – a cop – and asked him all kinds of questions like ‘so vat kind of prison time would I get if I were caught selling nuclear plant floorplans to Russia, hmm?'”

Nastasha waved her hand.  “Pooh.  That was nothink.  You tink he took me serious?  He knew I vas drunk.”

“Darlink you didn’t see the look on his face.  I’m tellink you – you let the cat out of the—you spilled the cat”

She sighed.  “So.  Vere is it?”

“Vere is vat?”

“The PASSWORD you idiot!  You wrote it down – so where is it?”

“I pasted it to the monitor.”

On seeing the yellow post-it on the monitor in full display where anyone could access it, Natasha ground her teeth.  She could feel the vein popping up on her considerable forehead.    She shook her head and quickly typed it in:  “glasnost_R_us”

Right away, she noticed one new message in the inbox.  She clicked on it.

It was from

And it read:

Dear B&N:

You thought you were safe but let me tell you a tale
While you snooped all around we were watching your mail
Don’t try to run (as I told you before)
It’s too late for that – better answer the door

Love always, R&B

She gasped and sat back. 

Just then, the doorbell rang.

  1. You’re silly.

    I like it.


  2. momma fargo says:

    Funny. I like Boris, darlink!


  3. carmenlezeth says:

    [[[[Clapping]]]]] Totally funny! Of course, you know me, I still want more…..


    • Cool! I was hoping someone would ask for more. :)

      Glad you liked it, Carmen. As an IT guy, I find it just about incredible that actual spies (upon which this story is based) would write their passwords down on pieces of paper, for counter-intelligence agents to find and use. Unbelievable.


  4. Abe's Blog says:

    Awesome! Love this post.


  5. My favorite from the Rocky and Bullwinkle show was the dog inventor with his little boy, Sherman. Who could ever forget the “Way Back” Machine.

    Gotta work a little more on that Russian accent; sounded a little cartoonish.

    michael j


  6. MousE says:

    Did you see the live-action with De Niro as Fearless Leader? Boris and Natasha burst into his office, and he spins around in his chair and says, Are you talking to me? He spins again and says it again. I was on the floor.


    I like this post. Heat getting to you, perhaps? I hear you guys are getting hammered out east.


    • The heat finally broke. I mean, it’s still up there, but the humidity is less, and the temperatures at night are more reasonable.

      Still – I LOVE the summer, and don’t want it to end.


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