by Shock Headed Peter, LLANCE, HourGirl, Jonah'sWhale and Franta
SHP sits in a scuzzy looking office with his feet up.
SHP(VoiceOver):'So this was the situation. Just when I was happy pushing up the daisies, I'd been press-ganged back into existence, and re-written as a Chandler rip-off private dick. My client and also creator, Jack Vernon, said I had three days to find 'The Time Bombs' or I'd be hurt, hurt bad. This guy had a head more sore than a see-saw on a sea shore. I had no leads, no clues, and I knew in a couple of scenes time I was going to be knocked out by some big bruiser named Knuckles. My only hope was that in this persona, those pudding heads in TOMB might mistake me for a good guy.'
He puts a fedora on his head and sweeps through the door.
Actually, into the door.
SMACK!
SHP: Son of a beach... Guess I haven't got special powers any more. This Colt 45 will have to do...
Lance: Sorry, Doc. Noone can "just" watch Hourgirl!
She won't allow it! And one of your three selves will pay for that "big" crack!
Doc Franta no. 3 needs to turn all his loose change over to the TOMB treasury secretary (that would be Doc Franta no.1) because I have hired a private dick named Shock Headed Peter (that really sounds somewhat perverted) to locate the hydrogen bomb plans!With any luck he'll do our dirty work allowing me and my good buddy, Jonahswhale, plenty of downtime to spend with "the girl"!
-------once over and twice twisted-----------
HourGirl: Did someone say "Play" and "Big"???
(giggles)
Lets head over to Franta's! I hear the hot tub is full of Jello, compliments of Roy....
"The Girl"
Jonah'sWhale: Lance! NO! SHP is a villain of the worst kind. He's evil in and out. Bad news. We have got to get the plans before he does. Sorry, honey, no time for this now, button it back up. Let's go into the time stream. We must work fast. Give a kiss, love.
Franta: That's Jello-brand pudding Girl, careful last time he chose pistachio, blasted nuts!
SHP!!!
S! H! P!
c'mon tricky triad of Doc FRantas, lets quantum leap!
HourGirl: (buttons up her hourglass with a reluctant lil pout! Leans over to JW and smiles sweetly, then places her lips on his.... he feels the heat rise from his....)
<ooppss....sorry, forgot whick boards I was posting on fer a min there. Sorry boys... >
"ok sweety, I'm with you... Lance? Lets go!
SHP is baaadd.... my JW says so.. lets go look for the plans ourselves....."
"Pudding Girl"
aka:Tori
Lance: To think the evil SHOCK HEADED PETER almost got me! Whew! That's as close as I want to get! Let's go JW! The sooner we resolve this hydrogen bomb thing the sooner we can give all of our attention to "da bom".
SHP enters a seedy looking bar.
SHP(VoiceOver): 'I sidled into Bernie's with a thirst for knowledge and cheap liquor. With Bernie as the bartender, both are usually on tap.'
SHP:Hey Bernie.
Bernie: Hi Steve!
SHP:Huh?
(VoiceOver) 'I now remembered that my Private Eye persona was known as Steve H Peterson, and I'd better play it cool.'
Jack D, on the rocks...
Bernie: Is that with ice?
SHP:Jeez Bernie, you've worked here 12 years and you can't remember simple phrases like 'on the rocks'.
Bernie: Yeah, I got a concussion last Wednesday. What's Jack D?
SHP:So, um, you won't remember hearing about time bomb plans? Secret underground labs?
Bernie, you're a snitch, you can't have memory loss.
(VoiceOver) 'And then I realised he was playing with me.'
SHP slips Bernie a 20.
Bernie: The plans are in the custody of Herman J Keller. He's a dentist, operates in Florence Street.
SHP:Why him?
Bernie: Jeez, I dunno. I really did get a concussion...
SHP slips Bernie another 20.
Bernie: No, I really don't know.
SHP:Oh.Give that back.
Bernie: No.
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"Continuity can kiss my chocolate starfish."
-Metaman.
Jonah'sWhale: '"Continuity can kiss my chocolate starfish."
-Metaman.'
I have a hard time believing that Metaman actually said that...
In the meantime, Lance, JW and HG race against time and SHP to find those plans.
Meanwhile...(Notice how everything in comics is a "meanwhile"?) Everybody else sat around scratching their butts wondering what to do with three docs and an aged Rhyme Guardian out of their time.
SHP: Give me my 20 back, Bernie.
Bernie:What 20?
SHP:Nice try. Give it back!
Bernie: What?
Lance: Doc Franta 3, under no circumstances are you to give SHP any money!!!!! ...or sex...or even directions!
Don't even give him the time of the day!
Continued in Chapter 3