Mister T “Fortune Cookie Caper” (part 7 of 8)

Next, we see a storefront somewhere and the awning says “Chinese Clothing Shop”. And even as you’re starting to think “Oh no, they didn’t,” Robin is explaining in voiceover that they’re going “undercover”. Oh geez. Robin, Spike, Dozer, and Jeff emerge from the shop, and Robin is wearing an elaborate Chinese gown and carrying a black Princess Leia wig [!!]. Spike and Dozer are as usual, but Jeff is wearing a grey linen suit, a black bow tie, a white carnation, and a pencil-thin moustache [!!]. What the hell? How does “keeping an eye” on a Chinese restaurant require dressing up like refugees from a Charlie Chan movie?

Caption contributed by Mark

Robin, Spike and Dozer accompany Jeff to the Tenth Annual Peter O’Toole-Off.

Their brilliant plan appears to be that Robin and Jeff are going to distract “them” while Spike and Dozer look through the fortune cookies [!]. And as she says this, she puts on the wig, and words cannot convey how absoludicrous she looks. Is she pretending to be Chinese? Is that even remotely plausible? It’s a close contest which of these two is whiter, Jeff or Robin, but given her red hair and freckles, Robin probably has the edge.

You know, it’s too bad they don’t have any actual Asian people on the team already. Gosh, if only they could find an Asian gymnast.

Of course, dressing Kim the Japanese girl up as a Chinese person would have been appalling. Whereas sticking Robin in Chinese gown and a coiled black wig is just really, really dumb. No, wait, I’m wrong. Appalling works here, too.

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Mark "Scooter" Wilson

Mark is a history guy, a graphics guy, a guy for whom wryly cynical assessments of popular culture are the scallion cream cheese on the toasted everything bagel of life. He spends his time teaching modern history at Brooklyn College, pondering the ancient Romans at the CUNY Graduate Center, and conjuring maps and illustrations for ungrateful bankers at various Manhattan monoliths. Readers are welcome to guess at reasons why he's nicknamed Scooter, with the proviso that all such submissions are guaranteed to be rather more interesting than the truth. Mark lives in the Midwood section of Brooklyn with a happy-go-lucky, flop-eared dog named Chiyo who is probably, at this very moment, waiting patiently for her walkies.

Multi-Part Article: Mister T "Fortune Cookie Caper"

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