Monday, November 17, 2008

Agent 012 Again

Today's Link
Misty's Musings-My Dogs Keep me Sane

Saying for the Day
The chief obstacle to the progress of the human race is the human race. ~Don Marquis

Picture of the Day
(From the Archives)

A Picture Story from Jeff's Portrait of Words

The Ongoing Adventures of Agent 012
(Click here for the previous adventures)
Coming out of the bathroom Agent 012 hurried Cinnamon back to the car. By this time he was thoroughly frazzled and pushed the wrong button. The car shuddered and turned color to blue and the top slid into the trunk. He tried to return it to normal but something stuck and so there he was in a blue convertible with a woman who was becoming more romantic by the minute.
As if that was not bad enough a gigantic storm was brewing and he doubted they could outrun it. The convertible would fill with water. Not a desirable occurrence but it might cool her down. His primary fear was that if they didn’t get out ahead of the storm they would have to stay somewhere for the night.
Suddenly he felt something poking him in the side. It was his gun she had pulled it from his holster.
“Go where I tell you. Or I’ll have to shoot you “, she said.
“ But I saved your life . Why would you shoot me” , he asked hysterically.
“If I can’t have you nobody can “ she said.
“ I have a wife and kids”, he said. Trying to appeal to her humanity.
“ You’ll forget them and learn to love me , turn left at the next road.” she said.
The storm was closer and gathering strength as Agent o12 turned down an old dirt road. Soon they reached a beautiful lake.
“ We could park here and just feel the romance of the moment”, she said.
He replied “ Are you crazy that storm is going to dump a ton of water on us in a minute or two we should just drive as fast as possible.” Ok. “Drive to the other side of the lake. My summer house is there. It’s empty at the moment. Nobody will bother us and we will be dry.” She commanded.
Agent 012 drove as fast as possible until she told him to stop. The house with a full view of the lake was more like a palace than a house.
How many houses do these rich people have” he thought.
“There’s coffee to be ground and plenty of preserves I had my cook put up at the end of summer. We’ll be safe and have plenty to eat. I’ll take care of you and teach you to love me.

I’ll even get us the greatest wedding cake ever after your divorce” she said.

Agent 012 got out of the car and started for the house. She stopped him and threw her arms around him kissing him full on the lips. Just at that moment the lightning hit and the gun went off.
This was not his day.

News from Pigeon Falls
The little town in my basement where the trains still run, dragons fly, and life is back to normal.
The Tommy Club will not be meeting tonight some of the parents have decided they are spending just too much time on this driblet stuff. It probably isn’t going to happen anyway. Where is this shadow?
Toivo Jupola , Eino’s brother is being sent to a specialist on allergies in Chicago. It seems he is allergic to pickles among other things. He was eating at the Happy Pigeon and didn’t noticed the pickles on his hamburger. They had to rush him to the emergency room. His feet swelled up so bad they burst the flip flops he was wearing. When they finally released him he was still so swollen he couldn’t wear his seat belt and had broken out in crescent shaped hives. The emergency room attendant gave him some moisturizing cream for the hives. The Chicago Doctor was found by the computer programmer at the garage with a Google search.
Toivo who has an odd sense of humor said that until he sees the doctor he is only going to eat dog biscuits no more hamburgers. He also suggested that his swelling up could be the beginning of the shadow from the driblet because he looked like a cow.
He was still in a funny mode this morning as he left on the train and the last thing he said was “ Ready or not her I come Chicago”.
Nancy’s poltergeist has been allowing ghost groupies to come into the shop and they have behaved . They do try to take pictures but all they get is squiggly lines in their digital cameras. It seems the poltergeist doesn’t want any pictures taken.

Wrap Up
Just a note. Since Jeff gave us Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday to post I thought I would post one story each day (They aren't that good so I need more of them). Tuesday I post "Young Love". Wednesday " Love Lost".
It was one of those ho hum days. I read all the stories listed at Jeff's blog. I scanned some slides. Then I spent most of the morning and the afternoon cutting up boxes in the basement. Betty bundled them for recycling. When I came up I finished another set of slides. I have now scanned 200 of them. Then I visited all my links. Now I need a breathing treatment.


Blogger Sometimes Saintly Nick said...

Thanks for the entertainment! Most enjoyable.

4:44 AM  
Blogger Sandi McBride said...

Oh that was fun! A spy story in amidst the news of the day...and it really wasn't his day, was it, lol? I don't think it was going to be his week, either! Thanks for the lovely comment at my place...

4:48 AM  
Blogger Pat - An Arkansas Stamper said...

"Just at that moment the lightning hit and the gun went off.
This was not his day."

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Love it! You *do* have a way with words, Dr. John! Thanks for my morning belly laugh!

6:29 AM  
Blogger Lori's Minute said...

Happy other comment today...sorry.

6:29 AM  
Blogger Maggie May said...

it certainly wasn't his day!
That was very entertaining!

6:33 AM  
Blogger Caution Flag said...

That was very clever, Dr. John!

7:10 AM  
Blogger Jeff B said...

Wondering if the bullet "Missed him by that much!"

I really enjoy your agent 012 stories, and I'll be sure to tune in for your other installments this week.

7:14 AM  
Blogger bettygram said...

Maybe it is his day and the gun shot rescued him, we will see.

7:57 AM  
Blogger Gattina said...

Tomorrow you can see the first pictures from Egypt, but apart from a camel there is beach and sunshine and palmtrees, lol !

8:06 AM  
Blogger W. J. St. Christopher said...

"Just at that moment the lightning hit and the gun went off."

Some days, it just doesn't pay to get outta bed!

8:17 AM  
Anonymous quilly said...

I love your agent 012 serial and am glad to read more of him.

9:43 AM  
Blogger The Old Fart said...

Your 012 serial is fun to read. Even Maxwell Smart wouldn't have these problems.

9:49 AM  
Blogger Cherie said...

Ha-ha! What a hoot these little 012 snippets are! I hadn't realized that you'd done a whole series of them. Very entertaining. I too will be checking back for your other stories this week.

10:14 AM  
Blogger Melli said...

You are just plain dangerous with a list of words... or even pictures! LOL! Or maybe it's Agent 012 who's dangerous...

Practicing for Saturday too! I must say, you win TOP TIPPY TOP prize for Wordzzle ENTHUSIASM! And... I wonder if the floating stuff could be VIDEO'd? hmmmm...

11:06 AM  
Blogger juliana said...

will cinnamon prove to be quite literally a femme fatale and for whom? phew, that's quite a story you've spun...

12:51 PM  
Blogger Dragonstar said...

I don't blame the poltergeist - once they have digital photos they'll blog them all over the world!

1:38 PM  
Blogger Catch said...

your agent series is cute but I love the picture of Betty!!! She just looks like a young bride!! beautiful!

2:33 PM  
Blogger B. Roan said...

I loved it! This was definitely not his day!

3:04 PM  
Blogger Cindy said...

We have albums with pictures like these, too. My mom had those same glasses.

4:25 PM  
Anonymous noble pig said...

The best wedding cake after the divorce! Bwahahahahahaha!

8:14 PM  
Blogger frizzy scissorhands said...

not his day, indeed. love your stories. and the pic ... a neat snapshot of the past.

and yes, i agree we humans are our own worst enemies.

8:47 PM  
Blogger Dianne said...

oh wow!!

have you ever heard the term 'cockahoop'? it means all messed up in a comical manner - I think that should be 012's code name ;)

4:42 PM  

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