About now, patient reader of mine, you are most likely wondering, what is taking so long to get this story started? We’ve met characters, we’ve learned some very interesting things about them, it’s all been very well-written as is the case generally, on this blog. But where are all the car chases and the explosions and the kisses and hugs and witty rejoinders? Whither the witty rejoinders?
Well, folks, that’s all about to change. Yes, today’s post will be all about intrigue, excitement, explosions and plenty of witty rejoinders. It will knock your socks off, in fact, even if you are an old person who wears a garter belt! Your heart will race, your stomach will churn. Your insides will be like NASCAR meets the Amana Colonies! (See, because of the racing and the churning and the thing with the thing and…) So, without further ado, let me introduce Part Seven!
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“Wow!” Vincent Fishbein gasped. “What was that?” His housicopter was parked behind an old, abandoned warehouse. Moments earlier, while Vincent was flying, minding his own beeswax, eating some beeswax dipped in chocolate, the copter had been attacked. Out of nowhere, a foreign object fell right out of the sky and struck the tail, knocking the copter off course and spilling beeswax and chocolate everywhere!
“Brawk! No damage to the tail, brawk!” Becky the talking bird reported.
“Whew! I thought for sure it was done for,” Vincent Fishbein said. “What do you think that was?”
Just then, the abandoned warehouse began to glow a bright blue. A low humming buzz emanated from its walls. “Brawk, I thought you said this was abandoned, brawk!” Becky said.
“It was, last time I checked,” Vincent Fishbein said. “Let’s check it out.” He hopped from the cab of the housicopter and snuck to the window. The warehouse was abandoned, spotless even. No boxes or machinery or even rodents or birds. But in the center of the warehouse was the cause of the blue glow and hum.
It was the Space Mummy. He had found a new home. And it wouldn’t be long before he tried to take over the world!
Seriously, like two days or something.
END OF PART SEVEN