by Danny and Chewy Walrus
"The Walrus is gonna end up dead,
Unless I'm there to watch his head."
Dan muttered this rhyme and shot off after Chewy.
Within seconds, Dan had caught up to the other hero. He stretched his arms out and grabbed the Walrus by the shoulders in mid-flight.
"Hey! Put me down!" Chewy yelled.
"It's quicker this way," Dan replied.
"Fine..."
The two were at the airport before Chewy could argue further.
"See? The only way to travel," Dan said as they stood on the roof of the airport.
"Why are we on the roof?" Chewy asked.
"So we don't get seen," Dan replied.
"We wouldn't have to worry about that if you didn't wear brightly coloured lycra," Chewy said.
"You make a good point..."
"So, which plane is he on?" Chewy asked after a slight pause.
"Hang on, let me look for him." Danny closed his eyes and concentrated. He snapped them open.
"What? Where's he going?"
"I... don't know..."
"What?"
"I can't find him. Either he's dead... or he's shielded himself from the rhyme force somehow."
"Well, some use your powers are."
Chewy put his hand on his head as he squatted on the roof, deep in thought.
"What?" the Rhymer asked him. "Are you asking yourself where you would go if you were a power-mad world leader?"
"No, of course not. I'm a professional secret agent! I have methods!"
"You're asking it, aren't you?"
"Yeah..."
Dan laughed and rubbed his eyes. "Hey, aren't you a techno-telepath?"
"Yeah," Chewy answered, looking up at the "kid" above him. "Why?"
"Check the flight records, genius," the Rhymer said, pointing to his forehead. "See what flight he's on."
"Oh... duh, Chewy," the Walrus said, slapping his forehead. "All right, let's go..."
To be continued...?