The Incorrect Art of War [Episode 24] – Fore!

A J Summersgill, Jim H Moreno and Brian King | November 22, 2006 | 0 comments | Print | E-mail

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Starring:

Doctor Sinister. An evil Supervillain with an insane lust for power. Although his secret island base has seemingly been destroyed, the Doctor still plots to become future Emperor and Warlord of the planet Earth. Enjoys the company of cats and cloned genetically modified Dinosaurs.

And featuring:

General Menace. Graduated from West Point Military Academy with honours, served for twenty-five years in the US Army, reaching level of 2-star General in command of training facilities before being recruited by Doctor Sinister to command his New Model Army of World Domination. Has a penchant for cigars. Narrowly escaped the apparent destruction of Sinister Island with his lord and master.

EPISODE 24 – "Fore!"

It is late. A Police cruiser grinds to a halt alongside another car under the blare of a million stars on a nondescript strip of New Mexico highway. Two figures emerge from within, each possessing a swagger of confidence and authority. Their silhouettes are backdropped against the moonless sky as they calmly walk toward the other car. One, obviously the senior of the two, silently passes signals to his partner and the two move in with rehearsed military-like precision. These trained professionals have marked their quarry and are moving in for the kill…

…and far away in the desert, we find Doctor Sinister and General Menace, bags in hand, slinking away from their now captured Police cruiser.

Doctor Sinister: I really don’t see what the fuss is about. We could have held out fists of cash and we could have bribed our way to freedom once again.

General Menace: Begging your pardon sir, but not everyone in this country is corrupt – although I’m still not sure how you got that last officer to give you his Police cruiser. It seems…fishy.

Nonsense! He was simply a greedy henchman of the local potentate. Result!

Regardless, we have to make it over a few more hills and put that car totally behind us before they think to widen their search.

Do you have any idea how hard it is to walk in the dark overloaded with bags and my precious felines?

Actually, your magnificence, I am the one carrying all the baggage – so yes I do.

Excellent, then I needn’t spell it out for you. Carry on!

(General Menace is too tired to respond)

I just love a good walk under the clear skies of the desert. We should implement some deserts on our next island base.

(General Menace rolls his eyes wearily)

I could use a short rest though. I prefer to use hover chairs for these sorts of jaunts you understand.

(General Menace is caught by surprise when the good Doctor immediately stops in front of him, causing him to trip on a rock, fall flat on his face, and proceed to toss both cat crates far into the night)

Noooo! My beloved cats! (The Doctor steps on Menace’s back as he bounds in search of the crates)

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