It didn't take me long to recover from my first adventure. I made some arrangements and now had a brand new garage. No house quite yet, so it was a special moment. Gracing the garage's interior was the Blur, a powerful tricycle and the Spud. The Spud was my friend's LeBaron.
The Jet was away getting a paint job.
I walked out and looked down to my resurrected friend, Pileofpaper Boy.
“What should we do now PB”
Silence was the only response I received.
“Yeah, I can't think of anything either.”
Then came a loud sound.
“What was that PB?”
A nil response followed.
“I don't know either, let's check.”
I entered the garage.
I scanned my garage and found it completely empty. No Spud. No Blur. Nothing.
“No! Blur!”
I ran outside and picked up my trusty sidekick.
“I will find out who did this.”
There was a light breeze. Some of Pileofpaper Boy blew down the street; I looked in the indicated direction and saw a lumbering figure carrying a car away.
“Good work, PB.”
I fervently pursued the thieving fiend.
My voice rose up from behind the giant.
“Cease evil doer!”
The big guy sat the car down and turned to me. This fellow towered above me, 7'6” compared to my 5'10”. He looked down upon me, then quickly grabbed my shirt collar and lifted me into the air. I lost my hold on my sidekick and PB was dispersed into the air, fluttering about as though he was nothing more than so much confetti.
“No! Pileofpaper Boy! I will avenge you!" I screamed.
I pulled out my Agonizer and began hitting the big guy about the face.
“Ouch! Zipper!”
“You deserve no mercy!”
The beating continued, the big guy's grasp relinquished. I repetitively hopped up to continue to prod the face.
“I give! I'll tell you what you want to know.”
“Who are you?”
“Betty, the car carrier.”
I looked around and didn't see the Blur anywhere, the car that was being carried wasn't even the Spud.
“Alright where is it? Tell me or I won't stop.”
“It is in The Warehouse of Thieves.”
“Good, I'll let the cops deal with you.” I waved an officer, well, a meter maid, over to arrest Betty.
Off to The Warehouse of Thieves.
I stood in front of an expansive gray building and looked next to the door and saw a paper recycling bin.
“Wow, Pileofpaper Boy, you are incredible. You beat me here and I thought you were dead!”
Pileofpaper Boy said nothing.
“There is no time to celebrate, this is going to be dangerous. You wait here.”
Pileofpaper Boy said nothing.
“Good.” I entered The Warehouse of Thieves.
“We were expecting you.” said a small voice.
The lights in The Warehouse of Thieves all turned on.
I found myself surrounded by men with large guns and one small guy.
The one small guy approached me and punched me between the legs. I crumpled and collapsed to the ground.
“Give it up.” I whimpered.
“Never!” said one small guy, who decided to punch again.
“Ow.”
One small guy unleashing a flurry of punches and kicks on me. My fetal position proved to be of little use. During a brief respite I began peeling myself off the ground. I looked up and saw something. Flying in through an open window came a shredded newspaper.
My non-swollen-shut eye widened “Pileofpaper Boy! I told you to not come in!”
The men with big guns pivoted to the target of my gaze and opened fire, hitting one of many gas cans, which exploded. Following a series of explosions the Warehouse of Thieves began to burn.
The sound of sirens filled the air. Police and firemen busted in.
“You are a smart one Cow Defender and we will meet again!” said one small guy. Officer Jack and the other cops captured the burning bad people. A thought occurred to me while I, too, burned.
“I had gone in the wrong garage! That wasn't the Spud being carried off.”
The firemen extinguished me. The police thanked me. I bolted out. In the recycle again was Pileofpaper Boy.
I picked him up.
“Good job PB.”
Pileofpaper Boy said nothing.
We returned to my garage and I stared at the Blur.
“I'm glad to see you,” and he expelled a victorious hero laugh.
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