9 Chickweed Lane by Brooke McEldowney for October 11, 2013
Transcript:
Amos: Edda burber, we at the creepy national furtiveness agency have bugged your piano, and the fugue you were playing, when decrypted, reads, "bats are tinkling on my hot rod of dashchund, love radiator noise." Edda: Um..that sounds like really bad haiku. Amos: Yes, and did you think you'd get away with it?