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When Ducky and the gang got to the local spa, they could not believe what they saw! Abigail and her dad, Mr. Sloth, who they first met on a past adventure, were laying on the beach soaking up some sun with cucumber slices covering their eyes.
“This is the life, my dear. Who would have thought we would crash into paradise,” Mr. Sloth said, as he sipped his lemonade. Abigail agreed.
“WHAT!?! You guys are doing better than we are. We are suppose to be rescuing you!” Ducky asked in an annoyed tone.
“Whoo, whose there?!?” Mr. Sloth said as he sat up quickly. His cucumber slices sliding down his cheeks. “What are you doing here Ducky? Pembleton? Oh, and hi Ted and Blizzard. As for the rescuing, can it wait until after our massage this afternoon. They truly are wonderful. It’s amazing what T-Rexs can do with their little arms.”
“I guess I don’t see the harm in staying a little while longer considering we aren’t sure how to get out of here. Where ever this is?” Pembleton replied. “But first, can you tell us what happened? Why did your plane go down? Why were you flying over the Himalayas?”
“Well you see. Everything was going according to plan. I was hired to fly some crates of party supplies to India for Edgor’s cousin’s nephew’s best friend’s wedding. After dropping off the crates, we received orders to conduct a 3D topographical scan of the local mountain range. Once we got close, our auto pilot took over. We were trying to regain control when a storm hit. But we couldn’t. It was so strange. I still don’t understand what went wrong.” Mr. Sloth said as he shook his head.
“Don’t worry Mr. Sloth. We will get to the bottom of this,” Pembleton declared, “but first can I get one of those lemonades?”
To be continued…
This is the life!
The Clues.
On their way to the docks, Conrad asked Pembleton, “Why on Earth are we going to the docks? What possibly could those measly clues have told you?”
Pembleton began to explained as they walked the foggy, brisk London streets towards the docks. “The first clue, was that Abigail could not stop sneezing. Now, why would that be? I asked myself. It is not allergy season, and she is a healthy child with no sign of illness. Then I remembered last year when she got a kitten for her birthday, and she could not stop sneezing. She is allergic to cats. This leads to our second clue.”
Aaaachooo!!!
“At Mr. Sloth’s laboratory, we found a hairball. This confirmed it was a cat, but it also provided some more insight. There is one cat in particular who has crossed my path before, who has such a problem. I’ll explain more about that later.”
Gross! A hairball.
“Finally that leaves our last clue. The tuna fish sandwich. This again confirms we are dealing with cats, but it also tells us their location. I know of this stinky, horrendous brand of tuna fish. It is canned right here in London at the docks. You can smell it from a kilometer a way. Once there, I’m sure my final prognosis will be confirmed,” said Pembleton.
Stinky!
“What’s your final prognosis, Pembleton?” Ducky asked.
“Just wait, Ducky. All in good time,” Pembleton replied.
To be continued…
Part 1.
Dr. Ducky and the little guys sat in Pembleton’s study listening to him play his violin. Due to the beautiful music Pembleton was playing, no one heard the knocks on the door.
Out of no where, a little sloth named Abigail, appeared in the study crying.
“What’s wrong Abigail?” Ducky asked, but there were only mumbles and sniffles. Ted and Blizzard got her a tissue and gave her a hug. Once she calmed down, she told them the horrible news.
“Someone took my papa. When my papa didn’t pick me up from school, I went to his workshop and he was gone! The workshop was wrecked! And I… and I…I don’t know to do!” she wailed.
“Don’t worry Abigail. I am on the case!” shouted Pembleton. “Now I need you to retell me what happen, with as much detail as possible.” She retold him everything, even describing her father’s workshop. He was working on a new robot and it was missing too. She also remembered that the place smelled a little fishy, and she couldn’t stop sneezing.
Pembleton put his wing to his chin and puzzled for a moment. Then he said “Aha! I have an idea about who took your father, but first I need more information. Take me to his workshop.”
“How can you get anything out of those details, Pembleton?!?” Ducky asked.
Pembleton replied, “It’s elementary my dear Ducky.”
To be continued…
“Please don’t cry. We will find your papa!”
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