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Harry's Adventures - Part II Suddenly there was a light from the ceiling, pulsating as the basement room lit up and Lucille and I were center stage. Disco music filled the air and I could almost hear the group singing "staying alive", As we two-stepped, or four-stepped in our case, (figure it out) to the center of the room. Although most of the time I hate disco music, somehow my feet would not stay still and I was swept into the spotlight with Lucille. There, finally we met. Lucille did not say a word, and as I did my famous twirl and moon walk it looked as though Lucille was not impressed. Her cold stare was beginning to seem, well, almost unreal. I got very close, and when our noses touched Lucille's nose was cold as ice. Wait a minute, I thought. Stop the music! What in the world? Lucille was standing there; she hadn't moved a muscle. Lucille, are you alright? Lucille, Lucille! No answer. I reached to see if she was breathing. She wasn't. OH OH, something is terribly wrong here. Wait a minute, Lucille's fur looked funny and she looked sort of, well fake. I tapped on her forehead and there was a metallic sound. Oh I get it Lucille is a robot. Oh good grief, I have been dancing and making a fool out of myself with a robot! Wait a minute. This asks more questions then it answers, what about the South American implants? Where was the real Lucille? If there really was one at all. Spike had told me he saw Lucille getting into a strange car with out of state license plates, and come to think of it Spike said Lucille looked worried. I looked around Lucille's room and there on the floor by her bed was a torn scrap of paper with the faint words " Baron Von Monday". Well, I snuck out of the house and rushed back to see Bob. It was 2:00 AM. As I tapped on Bob's door, I could hear him mumbling something about "this had better be important". Bob is supposed to be educated, why does he mumble all the time? "Harry, what do you want now and I don't want a running account about your love life!" "Bob, have you ever heard of Baron Von Monday?" A surprised, shocked, almost fearful look came across Bob's face, as he stood silent for a moment. "Where did you hear that name?" "On this note from Lucille's house. Only Lucille is not Lucille and the people are plotting and the disco music and..." "Enough," Bob said. "Why are you sneaking around in the middle of the night in Lucille's house anyway?" he asked, as he sipped a cup of hot chocolate and dribbled some of it down the front of his long nightshirt with a big capitol B on the front. "Baron Von Monday... I haven't heard much about him since he was kicked out of medical school for those experiments he was conducting. I think he is living on the West Coast in an old mansion that was abandoned. In the mountains. Harry, he is a dangerous man and if Lucille has fallen into his hands, well I hesitate to tell you what might happen to her." Where is Tub? That lazy cat sleeps all day when we are working and then slips out at night, and as Bob walked down the hall I could hear him still mumbling about Tub. I had to help Lucille. Why would Baron Monday want her? Was she really in danger? I took the train from Omaha to Portland and hitchhiked to the mountain town of Vania, a small rather friendly town where I stopped at the local veterinarian to ask about Baron Von Monday. His face lost all expression and became pale as he answered, "Not many go there and it seems fewer come back." I could feel the fur on my little fuzzy tail begin to cinch up but I kept a stiff upper lip, and as the Vet continued my blood ran cold. He said that there were stories about a puppy shredder and that Baron Monday sold slippers made of puppy fur in South America. Now it all made sense. I had to get to Lucille and fast. It was just getting dark as I approached the Monday Mansion. It was situated on top of the mountain overlooking the ocean. I was scared, but being a schnauzer I knew that I had to push on. I could hear organ music - it seemed to permeate the whole castle. I quietly made my way down the long hallways where I could hear machinery running and Baron Von Monday laughing. I snuck into the large room where there was the stench of death, and peering around the column, there was Lucille tied to the puppy shredder. The shredder was running and Lucille was inching toward the menacing iron teeth of the machine. Baron Monday was nowhere in sight. I ran to Lucille's side and was desperately trying to untie the ropes. Frantically I worked as Lucille was crying. But wait, my back paw was wedged in the ropes I couldn't get loose... there was no time left. We were both going to die! "Goodbye Lucille and even though we were never formally introduced I--" and just as we were drawing our last breath the machinery stopped. A drop of cold sweat dripped off my nose and trembling I turned and looked up. There, there at the controls was Tub; he had shut the machine off. His little paw was still clutching the stop button and he was chewing on a handful of his "Tub's Delight Cat Food." His cape with a capitol T on the back drifted behind him. Tub is so dramatic. "Oh Tub, How did you get here? Get us loose." Tub rushed to untie us and as he freed my paw we could hear someone coming. "Hurry," Tub said, "Bob is waiting out in the pick up!" Just then, with a deafening roar and a flash of light, The steel door slammed shut. To be continued...Part III Like this story? We could write for your company. Be good to your pet... |
