The next morning the two employees of Radio Nimnul, who had been on the radio the day before, were now hauling parcels back to where the submarine was; a special tracking device ensured that Nimnul would partially surface the boat when they started to come close. Down in the studio section of the boat one of the other men had just finished playing 'My Mammy' for the radio.
"Yes everyone," He said into the microphone, "That was number one on Radio Nmnul! And now for number two," He turned the record over, "And, incidentally, number three, four, five, six, seven, eight and nine. 'Let Me Sing and I'm Happy!'" He felt the sensation of butterflies in his stomach, indicating that the sub was surfacing. The two who were on parcel duty stepped down from the hatch, one sealed the hatch and Nimnul got the sub into dive-mode. Once they were at optimal depth, like before the day's deliverymen came along, Nimnul emerged from the bow.
"Did you get my order?" He asked the deliverymen, one nodded and extracted a small, non-mail package from his coat and handded it to Nimnul. "This should attract more customers to the radio." He commented to all of his employees, he removed a record from the package and gave it to the man at the radio controls.
"Excuse me, Mr. Nimnul." One of the deliverymen announced as Nimnul headed back towards the bow. "Do you think you could help us sort this lot out?" Nimnul looked at all the parcels and answered.
"Oh no, I'm working on something really big! I don't have time for basic mail-sorting." And with that he walked out of the studio section of the boat.
Dale had just tuned into Radio Nimnul to give Gadget an idea of the wavelength to hunt for; the new presenter's voice came over the radio with the hint of 'Let Me Sing and I'm Happy' fading out.
"Ladies and gentlemen," He announced, "I'm pleased to inform you that we now have a great new selection of music and now we would like to please you with the cool tune of..." He hesitated as he read the name of the record, "...'A Walk in the Black Forest'." And some soft instrumental music came over the radio.
"Got it." Gadget announced as she attuned her tracking device with the radio's wavelengths. "I'm registering a short wave transmission, it's on the cuspt of microwave transmission, similar to that used in cellphones." This got everyone's attention.
"Where's Nimnul broadcasting from, then?" Chip asked her, Gadget fiddled with her tracking device a bit more before replying.
"I'm getting a response from North North-East, I can't specify the exact location unless I can get closer." Chip looked to the others, who nodded in unison with him and he remarked.
"Well then, looks like we'll have to get the Rangerwing out!" And then they all exclaimed.
"Rescue Rangers away!" And dashed out to the Wing.
The Rangerwing flew over New York City at 53mph, Monty was in the pilot's seat flying the Wing while Gadget sat next to him, keeping an eye on the tracking device.
"You think he's broadcasting from his lab, love?" Monty asked Gadget as he espied said lab in the distance, Gadget shook her head.
"No Monty," She answered, "The tracking device has shifted the trajectory to the North-East."
"He's moving?!?" Dale exclaimed in surprise.
"No Dale," Gadget replied, "The broadcast hasn't moved, we're just at a different orientation to it than before." Monty steered the Rangerwing towards the North-East and then noticed something that didn't add up.
"Gadget-luv," He informed her, "There's ote out here than the Pond!" Gadget looked up, then back at her tracker and said.
"According to this Nimnul's broadcasting from out at sea." Chip looked up from his vigil.
"How far out?" He asked her, Gadget fiddled a bit more with her tracker and was briefly stunned by the results.
"Just... over... 5 miles. Of course, he's set-up a pirate radio station!" Dale started at hearing this.
"They don't sound like pirates." He commented. "They sound like ordinary blokes, aside from Nimnul of course." Chip bonked him on the head and said.
"Pirate radio stations aren't hosted by pirates, dummy! It's called pirate because it's unauthorised!" Gadget nodded and added.
"And it's outside the 5-mile limit. Five miles off-shore is the limit of US jurisdiction." She paused for a while as Monty flew out to sea. "Better turn back, Monty." She told him. "We won't find the radio boat in the Wing! We'll have to get closer to the water." Chip and Dale swallowed upon hearing this, concerned as to exactly how close they'd get, while Monty uncertainly pulled the Wing around and flew it straight back to headquarters. Two figures were stuggling a jog up the beach below them.
Back at Rescue Rangers HQ Chip piped up just as the Rangerwing's power was disconnected.
"Gadget," He asked, "Why can't we use the Wing to find Nimnul? I mean pirate radio stations are easily seen with their radio masts." Gadget looked back at him and asnwered.
"Golly Chip, don't you realise that Nimnul might be using a new kind of pirate radio station? He might've built one designed to be discreet so the coastguard wouldn't even consider the possibiltiy of it being a pirate radio station." Dale seemed to catch on to this.
"Can you broadcast radio from a submarine?" He asked her, she turned to look straight at him and replied.
"Not while it's completely submerged. You can make a radio transmission to and from a submarine if it's radio aerial is above the surface of the water." They all headed into the tree, all of them going over the concept of Nimnul using a submarine as a pirate radio station. Gadget immediately headed for her workshop to begin her designs for a new submarine to help them locate Nimnul's radio station while Dale went towards the TV to catch an old sci-fi movie being broadcasted, the sort made in the early to mid 1970s.
"Come on, Gadget-luv," Monty encouraged her at dinner, "Have a bit of cheese. A mouse can't go without cheese, yer know." She looked up from her plate as he held out the bowl of cheddar to her, fighting the urge to scoff the lot.
"No thanks, Monty." She replied. "I've made some studies with regards to the morinae cult of cheese and I've hypothesised that cheese has no more a dietry requirement for us as it does for humans." She tucked into her dinner for a few more seconds and added. "Now I'm more puzzled by the general sense in most mice that cheese is a must have." Monty helped himself to a bit more cheddar, leaving the bowl half-full, and commented on this.
"I can't argue with them," He said, "I can't think of anything more satisfying than cheeeeese!" He immediately tucked in as the smell of semi-melted cheese permeated from his plate.
"It amazes me how he can handle cheese in anything." Dale muttered to Chip. "That's probably the last thing I'd put on a gammon steak."
"Second last," Chip replied with equal volume to his voice, "I wouldn't dare put salt on gammon."
The next day Gadget had flown the Rangerwing to a scrapheap not far from the shoreline they'd flown over the day before; while she was busy assembling a new aquatic vehicle within the tidal zone of the shore just outside the scrapheap the other Ranger were keeping themselves occupied. Zipper kept his eye on the tracker that Gadget had propped up against a wall for him, making sure that Nimnul was staying in once place; Chip and Dale were playing draughts using a few nick-nacks they salvaged from the scrapheap and Monty was haivng a quick kip in the Wing.
"I'm not taking any chances," Gadget muttered as she tinkered with something in her submarine, "This should deter any aggressive marine life we encounter."
It was a few more minutes before Gadget completed her submarine, she waved to the others indicating that everything was ready. Chip went to the Wing to rouse Monterey while Dale went over to fetch Zipper and the tracker.
"It seems he hasn't budged an inch, Gadget." Dale told her as he handed the tracker over to her.
"Golly," She exclaimed, "He must be very confident."
"Or very stupid." Dale added, Gadget made a light giggle and commented.
"Knowing him, it's probably both." She climbed down the hatch into the sub with Zipper and Dale following close behind, Dale popped his head out of the hatch a few seconds later and called out.
"Come on, guys! Everything's ready." Chip and Monterey dashed out of the scrapheap and clambered into the hatchway, the tide was already lapping at the bow of the boat, a simple set of makeshift tracks made a launching pier.
"Crickey!" Monty exclaimed as he squeezed through the hatchway. "This is one bonzer of a boat, Gadget." Chip and Dale nodded in agreement.
"So much in so little time." Chip commented. "How do you do it, Gadget?" Gadget smiled gladly and answered.
"Being so close to a scrapheap, I could find all the equipment I needed. It's also designed for launch at high tide so I had time to think about what devices would be required for this endevour." They only had to wait another ten minutes before Gadget announced. "Tidal forces reversing; standby everybody, I'm commencing launch!" She pulled a lever and a metal flap just under the bow of the boat lifted up and into the main body, and the submarine began sliding down the launching pier and into the water.
"Rescue Rangers away!" They all exclaimed. The now outgoing tide steadily pulled the boat away from the shore, Gadget kept her eye on a gauge that registered their speed, occasionally she would glance at another gauge used for measuring the depth of the water below them. The sub's hatch was still above the water, a small pen cartridge (the sort used in ballpens) functioned as a makeshift funnel, supplying the Rangers with fresh sea air.
After a few mintues Gadget pulled a gear and a low hum came from the stern of the boat, a small propellor at the back began to turn, accelarating the sub into deeper waters.
"Okay Monty," Gadget announced, "Seal the air funnel." Monty took a second to register this and applied a small metal clip to the bottom end of the said funnel, taking the initiative he also pulled the funnel down, thusly decreasing the drag on the sub. Gadget pushed the helm down, causing the sub to dive deeper.
After several minutes, with Gadget steering the sub and changing the depth at which it swam through the water, she suddenly turned the propellor off.
"Um, Gadget," Chip informed her nervously, "The humming's stopped." Gadget turned to him and said.
"I know, Chip. Nimnul might hear us approaching if we use the propellor." All the Rangers were bewildered by this.
"How can we catch him without being able to move?" Chip asked her.
"Golly Chip," She answered, "Haven't you ever heard of a caterpillar?" The Rangers were still surprised.
"What have caterpillars got to do with submarines?" Dale asked her, she turned roudn to look at all of them and answered.
"A caterpillar is a hyrojet engine for submarines." She turned back and flicked a few switches, then a new glomping sound came from both sides of the boat.
Some time later Gadget put some makeshift headphones on and pushed a button, she indicating to the others to keep quiet. She listened for a while, continually steering the boat, before she heard a stable hum that was occasionally accompanied with a fizzing sound, like radio interferance.
"I've got him." She muttered to the others.