Super Sleuth 5: The Evil Astronomer Returns
Sexy Voord was doing the gardening. It was a crisp, spring morning, and Sexy Voord was using the good weather as an opportunity to care for her collection of orchids. Even though she had her earphones in and listening to David Bowie songs (Hunky Dory playlist on her iPod), she could still hear the phone ringing. Placing down her scissors, she rushed inside.
"Hello?"
"Hi. Sexy Voord. How are you?" came the reply from the other end. It was a deep, mysterious voice. "I've got terrible news for you."
"What is it?" asked Sexy Voord.
"It's about Suthers. That crazy astronomer that you arrested in the previous story. He's escaped from his maximum security cell."
"That is terrible news," she said.
"Yes it is."
Realising that the conversation was coming to an awkward end, Sexy Voord hung up and went into the back yard. She came over to her pet pterodactyl and patted it on the head. "We've got to get to London, pronto!!"
She climbed onto her pterodactyl and it started flying to London...
...
In a disused factory in London, Suthers was looking at his most recent purchase. It was a nuclear missile. The strange guy with a moustache and a Russian accent assured him that it could travel through space.
"What was your plan again?" asked Mr Moustache.
"Well, I'm going to cause our sun to supernova."
"Why?"
"Revenge!" cried Suthers. "Revenge against my fellow astronomers for humiliating Pluto. Revenge against Sexy Voord for arresting me. Revenge against Ben Affleck for being the next Batman."
...
By now, Sexy Voord was over Europe. She leaned forward, and stroked her pterodactyl.
"Come on Charlie, you can do it."
...
At a long abandoned rocket launch site, Suthers was watching on as his missile was loaded onto the launch ramp. He stepped forward to inspect the cables and accidentally stepped in a cow turd.
"DAMMIT!"
...
Sexy Voord arrived at the disused London factory. There was no sign of Suthers, but the friendly moustachioed Russian guy had told her exactly where Suthers had gone. Unfortunately, Charlie the pterodactyl was exhausted from flying all the way from Auckland and was refusing to fly any more. Sexy Voord had to take a taxi.
...
Inside a white van on a sidestreet in Dublin, something extraordinary was happening. A desperate old Irish man was flicking through supermarket brochures and deciding on what items he would buy. This has no relevance to my story, but I thought it may be of interest to you.
...
Everything was correct. It was all ready to go. Suthers confidentially strode towards the control panel. He could see the bright red launch button. All he had to do was push it, and his nuclear missile would launch, hit the sun and make it explode, killing everything on Earth. Of course he would die too, but he hadn't thought of that. Silly Suthers!!
...
Sexy Voord was delighted to find that her taxi driver's name was Charlie. Sexy Voord rubbed his necked.
"Come on Charlie, you can do it."
...
Suthers reached towards the launch button...
...
The taxi rounded the corner. Up ahead was the launch site. Sexy Voord could see the missile, and Suthers nearby at the launch console...
...
Suthers's fingers were hovering over the button. He reached down to press it...
...
Sexy Voord jumped out the taxi window.
"Don't press that button!!!!!!!!"
...
Sexy Voord's cry had startled Suthers. Confused, he turned, and his elbow knocked off a piece of burning magnesium. It landed on his pants which caught fire. Forgetting all about the button, Suthers screamed and ran around like a headless chicken searching for water. In the next field was a septic tank. Gratefully Suthers leapt into it. Once the pants were extinguished, he climbed out. He smelt very bad. And Sexy Voord was there to arrest him.
Once again, Sexy Voord had saved the world.
"Hello?"
"Hi. Sexy Voord. How are you?" came the reply from the other end. It was a deep, mysterious voice. "I've got terrible news for you."
"What is it?" asked Sexy Voord.
"It's about Suthers. That crazy astronomer that you arrested in the previous story. He's escaped from his maximum security cell."
"That is terrible news," she said.
"Yes it is."
Realising that the conversation was coming to an awkward end, Sexy Voord hung up and went into the back yard. She came over to her pet pterodactyl and patted it on the head. "We've got to get to London, pronto!!"
She climbed onto her pterodactyl and it started flying to London...
...
In a disused factory in London, Suthers was looking at his most recent purchase. It was a nuclear missile. The strange guy with a moustache and a Russian accent assured him that it could travel through space.
"What was your plan again?" asked Mr Moustache.
"Well, I'm going to cause our sun to supernova."
"Why?"
"Revenge!" cried Suthers. "Revenge against my fellow astronomers for humiliating Pluto. Revenge against Sexy Voord for arresting me. Revenge against Ben Affleck for being the next Batman."
...
By now, Sexy Voord was over Europe. She leaned forward, and stroked her pterodactyl.
"Come on Charlie, you can do it."
...
At a long abandoned rocket launch site, Suthers was watching on as his missile was loaded onto the launch ramp. He stepped forward to inspect the cables and accidentally stepped in a cow turd.
"DAMMIT!"
...
Sexy Voord arrived at the disused London factory. There was no sign of Suthers, but the friendly moustachioed Russian guy had told her exactly where Suthers had gone. Unfortunately, Charlie the pterodactyl was exhausted from flying all the way from Auckland and was refusing to fly any more. Sexy Voord had to take a taxi.
...
Inside a white van on a sidestreet in Dublin, something extraordinary was happening. A desperate old Irish man was flicking through supermarket brochures and deciding on what items he would buy. This has no relevance to my story, but I thought it may be of interest to you.
...
Everything was correct. It was all ready to go. Suthers confidentially strode towards the control panel. He could see the bright red launch button. All he had to do was push it, and his nuclear missile would launch, hit the sun and make it explode, killing everything on Earth. Of course he would die too, but he hadn't thought of that. Silly Suthers!!
...
Sexy Voord was delighted to find that her taxi driver's name was Charlie. Sexy Voord rubbed his necked.
"Come on Charlie, you can do it."
...
Suthers reached towards the launch button...
...
The taxi rounded the corner. Up ahead was the launch site. Sexy Voord could see the missile, and Suthers nearby at the launch console...
...
Suthers's fingers were hovering over the button. He reached down to press it...
...
Sexy Voord jumped out the taxi window.
"Don't press that button!!!!!!!!"
...
Sexy Voord's cry had startled Suthers. Confused, he turned, and his elbow knocked off a piece of burning magnesium. It landed on his pants which caught fire. Forgetting all about the button, Suthers screamed and ran around like a headless chicken searching for water. In the next field was a septic tank. Gratefully Suthers leapt into it. Once the pants were extinguished, he climbed out. He smelt very bad. And Sexy Voord was there to arrest him.
Once again, Sexy Voord had saved the world.