Chapter Three The Night Of The Two Legged Little Man
Meanwhile in San Francisco Harbor Bay.
Doctor Miguelito Loveless was enjoying the fruits of his new found merchandise stolen from the museum of nature history. His new lady Madeline having to be much like Loveless for when it comes his size and brains.
Madeline knowing how to play the harp mini size. She was in the middle of playing a soft Celtic tune, for when Loveless and his three bandits came into the room to interrupt her harp playing.
"Now I have lost my interest in playing this evening. Miguelito why are you back so early in the first place? She asked with a harsh tone. Even though Dr. Love over looked her out spoken comment. He walked over into the corner with the others to take a peek at the newest items added to his collection.
He was looking at the new painting done by an new artist in the San Francisco Bay area of a woman on horse back carrying a small baby. This was the type of items he loves to collect from over the many years he has been alive. He was laughing never the less with having to be holding up the painting for Madeline to notice.
She looks up from her harp to see the most beautiful painting she has ever seen. "OMG Miguelito it's just lovely to view." She said with walking over slowly to his location. Since she is not able to walk correctly with being one of those small people.
"I' m glad you like it Madeline. It's going to be cherish for a long time to come. Unless those secret service agents West and Gordon decide to come after me once again." He says with venom with his egomaniac tone of voice.
One of his men came over to enter into the conversation. "I hope not boss, we have other jobs that needs to be done with-in the next few weeks."
Loveless had to laugh at that comment. "I know Emerson. Lets just hope that the bumbling idiots from the secret service won't be stopping what we have to do before disappearing once again."
