In the labs of Professor Cover, Everything was in a confused turmoil. They had just received some startling information about the identity of Fanny. Quickly, guards were dispatched to seize Fanny for interrogation. It took them several minutes to get to cell 612B, but imagine their surprise when there was nobody there!
Suddenly a short, dumpy little fellow appeared before them. The captain of the guard seized hold of the dumpy man’s creased and crumpled shirt in a tight headlock.
“Where’s the girl??” The captain asked, in a gruff, buff voice.
“Sh-sh-sh-she g-g-g-got away sir… I’m t-t-t-terribly s-sorry sir…” The dumpy man stuttered, visibly sweating in the headlock.
“sorry is not going to bring her back though is it???” Gruff man shouted, rather loudly, I may add. He released Dumpy, who collapsed to the ground, and stormed off, talking in his walky-talky as he went.
“I want guards searching every area of the surrounding area – she can’t have that far away. It’s not like she has a Ferrari or anything.”
Rhubarb was getting rather a bit bored. He had been sitting in the same awkward cupboard all morning, and had even missed lunch, the delicious smells of crab soup drifting in to his cupboard, and very nearly making his stomach rumble. Thank goodness it didn’t, because I am quite sure no-one wanted to listen to the noise of a camel farting again. The president had hardly moved at all, and as rhubarb could not leave the cupboard until there was no-one in the room so no-one would see him, it looked like he would be there for a lot longer. Rhubarb started making himself comfortable for a long, long night in an uncomfortable cupboard, when suddenly a big burly officer smashed his way into the room.
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yeh i still dont get the prof. cover thing-i really wanna know what he was on about!
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