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Topic: Write in the HUMOR genre (04/12/07)
TITLE: Rex's adventure in the city
By Tiffanie Chezum
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Rex pulled a folded paper from his utility belt. “This was in the mailbox.”
“Your hideaway has a mailbox?” The butler smirked, reading the letter aloud, “Thank you for your interest in our natural hair restoration…”
The young man snatched the note. “Wait…it’s this one.” He handed Jenkins another communiqué.
“Are you going bald, sir?”
Rex heaved a sigh.
Jenkins cleared his throat. “Too late, hero boy. My hypno-ray’s high above the city, and you ain’t getting here in time to stop me…the Obfuscater.”
Rex sat on a boulder. “He could be anywhere.”
“I’d start with The Royal Towers Hotel,” Jenkins suggested.
The young man gave a quizzical look.
“It’s on the stationary, sir.” Jenkins pointed to the logo.
“We’ll take the car.” Rex blurted.
Rex ran to a tarp covered object and pulled the cover away.
“A DeLorean, sir?” Jenkins rolled his eyes.
Rex grinned. “I won it on EBay. Check out the automatic doors.” He pushed a button on his wristband.
Bweeeowweeeow. The car alarm resonated.
“Oops, sorry.” He pressed another button.
“It must be jammed.” He stepped toward the car reaching for the handle.
“Huuuuumph.” The door sprang open knocking Rex onto his keister.
“I’m glad to see you have things under control as usual, sir.”
The car screeched to a stop in front of the hotel.
“Eight bucks.” An attendant poked his hand through the window.
Rex hesitated. “Um, Jenkins…”
“You don’t have pockets in your spandex?” Jenkins quipped.
Rex sprang from the car and bolted to the front of the building. He aimed his grappling gun.
The spear like tip spiraled toward the roof; the cable pulled taut.
“Yeeehaaw.” Rex accelerated upward. The cable stopped; Rex dangled outside an open window. “Perfect.” He reached toward the ledge.
“Aaaugh! Pervert.” A woman screamed, throwing a suitcase through the opening.
“Oooof.” The impact sent Rex spinning along the wall.
A hand reached from a nearby window and pulled Rex to safety.
“I believe he’s on the roof, sir.”
“Jenkins?” The young man breathed a sigh of relief. “How did you get up here?”
“I took the elevator, sir.” A smirk grew across the butler’s face. “What’s the plan?”
“I’m going up and apprehending the villain.”
“Good idea, sir.” Jenkins patted Rex on the shoulder. “I’ll go get help.”
Rex opened the door to the roof, aiming his rubber ball gun. “I’ve got yooof.” He tripped on the threshold.
Poomp. The gun discharged sending the ball toward the Obfuscater.
The villain hit the deck. “What the…?”
The ball bounced off an exhaust shaft, careened off a light pole and sped toward Rex. He ducked; the ball whizzed over his head, hitting the wall behind him. “A-ha, it missed.” He looked up.
Rex sat on a stack of pallets, his hands bound in front of him.
“You can’t stop my master plan.” The culprit bounded to an awkward looking machine. “All I have to do is pull this and the city will be in my control.” He pulled the large red lever.
“Shouldn’t it be plugged in?” Rex blurted.
The obfuscater shook his head. “Hold on.” He bolted off to a utility room. “This should do the trick.” He dragged a large yellow cord toward the machine. “Now I just have toooof.”
The cord snapped tight throwing him off balance.
The villain stormed over to Rex. “You’re in no position to laugh.” He jabbed his index finger into Rex. “Are you wearing spandex?”
“Oof.” Rex turned his back to the perpetrator. His eyes welled up and he began to sniffle.
“Are you crying?” The Obfuscater demanded.
“No,” Rex sniveled. “You ruptured my pepper pellets when you poked me.” He took a huge gasp of air.
The thrust from his sneeze quivered his body.
Clink, clank, clink. A small orb dislodged from Rex’s belt.
“A stun grenade?” The mastermind picked up the small object by the pin. “You ninny, you need to pull this.”
“No…don’t.” Rex ducked.
Splick-clink. The grenade bounced on the ground.
The police led the Obfuscater away in handcuffs.
Rex stood beside Jenkins.
“Good job young man.” The Police Commissioner smiled. “The city is much safer now.” He patted the young hero on the back. “Are you wearing spandex?”
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