Two Former Spies Marry...

The night of their wedding, the go to an opulent hotel room and have a splendid night of love-making, eating caviar off toast points, champagne and strawberries, the whole nine yards. Once they've worn each other out, they drift toward sleep when the new bride suddenly shakes her husband awake.

"Honey, I know it's silly to feel this way, but I feel like our room is bugged. Would you check?" So he gets up to look about the bed, looks over their toiletries, the furniture, even in the toilet and bathtub. But he finds nothing. He comes back to bed with the assurance that they're fine. They start slipping into sleep again when she again shakes her husband. "I just can't help it," she tells him. "I feel like we're being watched."

So again, he gets out of bed to check along the corners of the room, around the television and windows, then around the doors, but still finds nothing. "Sweetheart, I promise you, there is nothing there."

"I just feel unsafe," she explains, and he searches a third time. Finally, after all his searching, he pulls back the massive rug beneath the bed to find an odd metal piece. "This has to be the bug," he decides and goes about pulling it apart. Now that his wife is relieved and feels safe, he comes back to bed so they can have a blissful night of sleep.

The next morning, they are woken to the bellhop bringing them breakfast. As he serves them, he asks, "Did you have a pleasant sleep? Were you okay through the night? Did anything weird happen to you?" Both assure him that they had a wonderful night, and no, nothing strange happened. They ask him why he asks.

"Well, it's strange," he says, "but the people below you somehow had a chandelier fall on top of them during the night."