When Exposés Attack (Part 2)
When Exposés Attack
Part 2: Reporter Hides; Yachts Sabotaged?

At her mansion on the outskirts of Mason City, Iowa, first-grade teacher Ashley Brighton was enjoying the summer vacation from school. After another successful year of teaching students, she wanted to relax and worry about the new year come late August.
Eating lunch cooked by her reliable butler George, she was watching different channels in hopes of finding something good on television. She then switched to the Sensa-News channel, where she heard Duke Paparazzo's voice. "Hmm, what's that warped reporter up to now?" she asked herself as she started to hit "record" on her remote control.
As she took a sip of her soda, she heard Paparazzo say, "I think you'll find my exposé on Angela Jacobs very insightful."
That caused her to spit out her drink and yell, "WHAT!?"
George then ran into the living room. "Ashley, what's the matter?"
"That madman of a reporter's doing an exposé on my little sister!" After seeing the full report, she became further enraged. "I don't believe this! That whole thing is a fabrication on her!" She then stepped up from the sofa and grabbed the telephone.
"What are you doing now, Ashley?" George asked curiously.
"I'm gonna call the one reporter who has always reported the truth." After dialing the number, she simply said, "My name is Ashley Brighton, and I would like to speak to Carrie Jones, please. Tell her I have a breaking story and that this is very important."

At the building of television station KMCO, a woman with brown hair and blue eyes looked into the camera and said, "That's it for the 12:00 News. Come back at 6 for more news throughout Mason City and the world."
The director said, "Okay, cut. Nice job, Carrie. See you at 5 to be ready at six."
"Thanks, Jerry."
In the control room, Jerry answered the telephone. "Yes?" Hearing the information carefully from the secretary, he spoke into his microphone. "Carrie, you've got a telephone call from an Ashley Brighton, and she's saying this is very important."
"Okay, let me get to my office and I'll pick up there."
Carrie Jones quickly ran to her workplace and answered her telephone. "Hello?"
"Miss Jones, this is Ashley Brighton. I need to ask you this question, have you received telephone calls yet about an exposé on Angela Jacobs?"
Carrie was very surprised. "An exposé…on Angela? No, why?"
"You may start to get flooded with calls at the station. I managed to record the entire story on videodisk. Would you like to see it for yourself?"
"Miss Brighton, you're one of this city's best citizens. I can tell you're not making this up. I'll meet you at your house in 30 minutes." The anchor hung up her phone and started leaving in a hurry.
Jerry was a little concerned. "Hey, why're you rushing off for? You can relax a little."
"Not if someone has done an exposé on female magician Angela Jacobs. Remember, Mason City is her hometown. Get your office ready for a possible flooding of calls, okay?"
"Gotcha, Carrie."
As she ran towards the entrance, she noticed the secretary struggling with the telephone. "Let me guess, the flood of calls about Angela Jacobs, right?"
"How did you know that?"
"I got the first one today, and this could be a major story. Tell all the callers that I'm on the case already."
She then jumped into her car and took off for Ashley Brighton's house.

Ashley stood at her front door and noticed Carrie coming rapidly in her car into the driveway.
The KMCO reporter got out of the car and came up to the teacher. "Hello, Miss Brighton."
"I'm so glad you came," Ashley said in shaking her hand. "Oh, and just call me Ashley."
"Only if you call me Carrie and not 'Miss Jones'. Now, what's the deal about an exposé on Angela Jacobs?"
"I saw Duke Paparazzo's phoney report he did on Angie. Here, look at this vid disk."
After looking carefully at the video disk for five minutes, Carrie was shocked. "I know I'm supposed to be a professional when it comes to being a reporter, but I can't help but saying…that slime! Duke Paparazzo has the reputation of trying to ruin people, and now he's gone way too far. The station's already getting the flood of telephone calls about it."
"I know, and I wouldn't be surprised if Angie out west is having trouble with this right now."

Back at the Magic Express in Electro City, Angie, still locked away in her room after seeing her own false exposé, put her face on the pillow and cried badly. "It's no use," she muttered to herself. "I can't show my face in public anymore. People will believe Paparazzo's story."
Outside the room, Ace and Cosmo tried to reason with her to open the door.
"C'mon, Angie," said a worried Cosmo. "We know you're not that type of person Paparazzo's made you out to be. Let us in, please."
Ace used mind-to-mind contact to talk with her. Kindred sister, please let us in. We both know that was all a lie, and we still love you. He's just getting revenge for your scolding him about the boat situation. You had every right to be upset at him. I understand how you feel, Angie. Just, don't lock yourself away from us. We can help you deal with this problem.
The female magician was still very upset when she heard her parents' voices in her heart.
"Listen to him, Angie," said her mother Nancy. "A terrible wrong has been done to you, but don't let that destroy the friendships you have built since you came to Electro City. Your friends are always there for you as you are for them."
Her father Robert agreed. "False exposés have been done before, but I never thought it could be done to our own daughter. However, instead of locking yourself in your room, come back, stronger and better than ever before. Let your friends help you out. Believe me, it'll be the best way to deal with this kind of situation. In addition, people back home may have seen this and may be very upset themselves at what that reporter has done to you."
"Thanks, Mom and Dad. You're right. I'm not going to let Paparazzo stop me from living my life."
She then sat up and looked at the door. "Come in, guys."
The second the door opened, Ace came up and cuddled his kindred sister. "I know this hurts deeply right now, what that reporter's done to you. He made everything up, saying you were a juvenile delinquent with no parents in Boston. Since Paparazzo didn't have a lot of information on you, he decided to make it all up."
"Yeah," Angie noted, "but most people are going to believe that story."
"On the contrary. Most people in Electro City know what a wonderful person you really are. In fact, don't be surprised if a kind of rally crowd starts coming together and goes after Paparazzo himself."
"Oh, boy, that's the last thing needed, more people seeking revenge."
Ace then sent a thought to her. Will you try to seek revenge against him?
No, never. I am not a vengeful person. Revenge is no solution to a problem. "Speaking of problems, I wonder how Vega's doing about the yacht situation? I'm thinking about heading to police headquarters."
Cosmo was surprised. "You mean…you want to get to the bottom of this?"
"Yes, I do, Cosmo. I refuse to let Paparazzo's rotten report stop me from helping out in determining what's causing the yachts to short out."
Ace smiled at her proudly. "I'm glad you feel that way, Angie. How about we go with you?"
Just then, a pointed pink-purplish hologram appeared in front of everyone. "Ace, there are four calls coming in: Senator Dobbs, Lieutenant Vega, Kelly Wilders from the Sensa-News Network, and Ashley Brighton form Mason City."
"Okay, thanks, Angel. We'll take each call in the computer room."
Putting the top priority last, being Lieutenant Vega, he started with Senator Dobbs. "What can I do for you, Senator?"
"I can't believe Paparazzo has done this to your friend Angie. It's so unfair that someone so kindhearted and true was subjected to something this awful."
"I can understand that, sir. However, you may have to worry about possible riots in the city as a result of this."
"Agreed. I've already informed Friedrichs to have riot squads ready for action. Meanwhile, what will Angie be doing this afternoon?"
The female magician answered herself. "I'm going to continue what I do best, practicing for upcoming shows, helping others, and most importantly, living my life. I am not going to wither away because of this. The first person I believe is myself."
"Good. Well, I'm going to see if I can calm the city down for now."
Ace then took the call from Kelly Wilders, the head of the Sensa-News Network. "How's the TV business?"
"Not so good at the moment," the station head answered regretfully. "Paparazzo's overstepped his bounds this time with that report of his. Unfortunately, once he finished that report, he ran off, and we haven't seen him since."
"Might be for the best right now. Riots could start all over the place as a result of this."
"Yeah, we've been getting pounded with call after call about Angie, and threats have actually started coming to us. I mean—"
"It's not your fault, Mr. Wilders. You took over when Schoendorf was thrown in prison for his involvement in the deadly game show, and I know you've been doing the best you can to clean the network's reputation. I'm not going to place blame on the entire network on account of one rotten apple."
"Thanks, Ace. I promise you this, if we do find Paparazzo, I'm going to demand that he apologizes to Angie in public on live TV." Wilders then saw Angie. "I am so sorry this happened to you. You didn't deserve this."
"I understand," she said with a smile. "I'm with Ace. I'm not going to blame all of you for this."
Ace then said, "I hate to go so suddenly, but we've got two more calls coming in, and both of them are important."
"Not a problem. We'll do our part to keep everybody calm as best we can."
Call number three came from Angie's best friend, Ashley Brighton. "Angie, are you all right? I saw the report and—"
"I'm okay, Ashley. I was shocked and very disheartened at first, but I've got my friends to make sure I am doing fine in all this chaos. What about you?"
"Well, let's just say people here in Mason City aren't taking this so well, since everybody knows you came from here, not Boston. However, there is some good news. Remember Carrie Jones?"
"The best reporter at KMCO? You bet! She always gets to the truth of a story, no matter how weird it sounds, like this one."
"Well, I told her about the situation, and she's agreed to help come up with a counter exposé, showing the real truth about you and your life. Is that okay with you?"
"Could I talk to her?"
"Yeah, she's right here."
Angie then noticed the reporter. "Hello, Miss Jones. It's nice to see you again."
"Same here, but I'm just upset at what Paparazzo's done to you. I'd like to do a real exposé on you, one that shows just how good you really are. May I ask for permission?"
"Better than that, it's okay to do it. It's time people knew who I really was. Now, we need to get through one more telephone call."
"Of course. Thanks, Angie."
"Anytime."
Finally, Vega was on the phone. "Hey, what happened? Getting loads of calls?"
Ace sarcastically said, "Wouldn't you get a lot of calls if an exposé was done on a close friend of yours?"
"You mean, Paparazzo did one on you?"
"Not on me, on Angie. Things have gotten a little out of hand in the last hour."
"Oh, sorry. Angie, um, are you okay enough to come to the police dock? I think your telemetric power may be useful on the boat. We've looked it twice with the computer, and all we got was a slightly burned brake line. Maybe your power could help us figure out if there were anything else and possibly prove there was sabotage involved."
"Yeah, I'm well enough, Vega. I can't let an exposé stop me from doing my job here in Electro City. We'll meet you there ASAP."
"Great, Angie. See you there."
Ace was surprised the phone calls got through. "Angel, we're leaving now. If any other calls come in, tell the callers we're not available for about two hours."
"I will notify them immediately, Ace," said the soft-toned AI.
"Okay, let's go."
Ace, Angie, Cosmo, and Zina ran into the garage and gathered into the Magic Racer. In seconds, the Racer left the garage and was on its way to the police dock.

Meanwhile, Duke Paparazzo himself kept running as far from the station as he possibly could. "I need to get in disguise somehow," he panted desperately.
Seeing a costume shop on his path, he stopped in. "Excuse me, but do you have any black hair spray I can use? I need it in a hurry."
"Yeah, here it is," said the proprietor. "It's 4.95. I suggest you get some mousse, too, make your hair stand down a little bit."
"Fine, I'll take that, too." He then noticed the perfect disguise. "Um, how much is that outfit, the one that looks like a hobo going from train to train?"
"It's $40 to rent, $100 if you want to keep it."
Paparazzo gave him the $200 electrodollars and took the costume. "Rest is a tip!"
After leaving the store in a hurry, he ran to the nearest spot with a mirror, switched into the costume, and quickly applied the spray to change his hair color from blonde into black. He then applied the mousse to get his hair downward. "There," he said as he looked in the mirror. "Now nobody'll recognize me."
Taking his wallet out of his coat pocket and placing it into his pants pocket, he then came out into the open and noticed a crowd of screaming people coming towards him.
An angry gentleman came up to him and asked, "Have you seen Duke Paparazzo?"
Changing his voice to sound more like an older person, he said, "No, sonny, I haven't. What did he do?"
"He did one of the most horrifying exposés I've ever seen in my life, on female magician Angela Jacobs. She's too kindhearted to be what he said she was, a Boston juvenile delinquent. We want to find him and stone him, but good!"
Paparazzo realized just how much trouble he was in now. Oh, man, this is serious. I'd better lead them in the wrong direction for now. "I think I saw him going east on 46th Street."
"Thanks, pal." Turning to the mob of angry citizens, he said, "Let's get him!"
After they ran off to find him, Paparazzo decided his best course of action was to stay in the costume. "I'll have to get rid of my own outfit till the smoke clears on this matter."
He then took his normal pink jacket, off-white slacks, and blue shoes and threw them in the dumpster.
Paparazzo finally understood the gist of the situation and knew he would have to stay as low-profile as possible.

At the police dock, Ace and his friends arrived to meet up with Vega. Of course, Zina had to stay in the Racer because of the pets rule.
Vega gave them all warm greetings. "Good to see all of you, and especially you, Angie. Someone at the station told me about the exposé Paparazzo did on you, and there have already been reports of at least 300 people going after him."
"I wish I could do something, but right now, there's a mystery here, and it has to do with the Sawyers' boat."
"Right. Maybe with your telemetric powers, we could figure out if sabotage is a factor in this and the other boats, too."
As they walked up to the boat in question, Angie knew to expect something bad because in most instances where her telemetry came to life, anything bad would come as a terrifying "flare."
Reaching the boat, Vega turned to Angie. "All right, Angie. It's all yours."
"Okay, here goes."
She placed her right hand on the boat and immediately gasped in terror as her power flared to life once more.
Vega grew concerned. "Angie?"
"It's okay," Ace said in a low tone. "This is expected when it's something unpleasant."
Getting her breathing under control, images soon began forming within her mind.
"What can you see in your visions right now, Angie?" asked the Magician.
"I see…many boats, like in a manufacturing plant. This one is in preparation to be delivered to Mr. and Mrs. Sawyers. I see people and some robots working on the boat." Then, she noticed a robot near the brake line of the boat. "Wait, this robot, the one in charge of making the brake line taut…it's actually making a burn in part of the brake line…intentionally, like it was programmed to do so."
"I don't understand that," Vega said in confusion. "I know that manufacturing plant. It's the only one in Electro City, but those robots are all working on the boats."
"Unless," interrupted Ace, "that was a custom-built boat with certain specifications. Wouldn't special robots be used to make those types?"
"Yes, of course. You think maybe those particular robots may be faulty or something?"
"Wait, I see something else nearby," Angie noted as she continued with her vision. "A…list of people."
Cosmo then questioned, "Well, who's on the list?"
"Mr. and Mrs. Sawyers, Professor Surge, Jack Malone, Sonny Boy Surge, Jason Beager, Zelda LeMond, and Nesh Divine."
"Two crime bosses, the professor, a current businessman, a former businessman and his wife, a model, and a singer?"
"Wait a minute," Vega realized. "Mr. and Mrs. Sawyers' boat is the one intact. The other six people had their yachts blow up before we could save the boats as evidence."
Ace then turned to Angie. "Is there anything else you see?"
"No, but I can hear a voice, saying, 'They will all pay for what they did to me.'"
"Can you tell who's saying it?"
"No. I can tell by the tone this is a young woman who is out to get even, but I don't understand why she's connected to seven different people."
Vega was going to say something when he heard the radio. "Vega, it's Miss LeSage."
"What is it?"
"Friedrichs wants you back here immediately. The riot crowd is building rapidly, and all searching for Paparazzo."
"Damn! Okay, tell him I'm on the way." He looked at the others. "Sorry, everybody."
"No problem, dude," said Cosmo. "We'll take care of this case. You help Friedrichs with the mob."
"Thanks." The lieutenant left Ace and the others alone.
Angie's vision started to fade. "Oh, no, don't disappear yet, please." Everything blurred away, and the vision was gone. She faced her friends. "Sorry, guys. I can't see anything else."
Cosmo reassured her. "It's okay, Angie. We got some major clues out of it."
"Yes," concurred Ace, "and we now know someone is out to get all these individuals. I suggest our next step is to check with most of the people on the list. Angie, I want you to talk with Zelda and Nesh. Cosmo, you find Beager and Professor Surge. Me, I'm going to talk with Mona and Shackles about the crime bosses' yachts. They may be able to shed more light on the problem without my having to talk to both crime bosses in the process."
"Sounds like a plan to me," said Angie happily.
"Hold it," interrupted Cosmo. "Can I ask for one little switch? I want Zelda and Nesh."
Ace rolled his eyes and said, "Okay, Cosmo. You get Zelda and Nesh, and Angie can talk with Beager and Professor Surge."
Angie realized what was going on with Cosmo's request. I take it he's a big fan of Zelda LeMond and Nesh Divine?
You realize correctly, Angie. You don't mind, do you?
Nah, I'm okay with it. We'd better get to work on this. Poor Vega, having to help with the developing riot situation. "Time to get to work."
The three went back into the Racer and left for their respected destinations.

Vega went into Friedrichs's office a little steamed. "Captain, we have this yacht mystery to deal with. Why do you want me to control the mob situation?"
"Look, Vega, right now our immediate concern is making sure the crowd doesn't get out of control. I want you to set up a perimeter around Paparazzo's home, since his life is in danger."
"Someone is out to kill some important people in our city by sabotaging the yachts."
"Oh, and how did you deduce that, Lieutenant? Did you have your friend Cooper come in and look at the boat as carelessly as he does everything else?"
"No, I let Angie take a look at it."
"I'm surprised she would show her face, since I knew she was just a juvenile delinquent."
Vega became infuriated. "You are actually dumb enough to believe Paparazzo's exposé on Angie!?"
"Well, she's just like that other young man in the group, a troublemaker."
"You'd better look at her record just a little more carefully, Captain. You'd be very surprised." He then stormed out of the office.
Friedrichs growled, "Stubborn Vega. It's no wonder he's still stuck at the rank of Lieutenant."
Vega then went into his office, where Miss LeSage gave him the reports so far on Paparazzo's situation. "I guess things aren't going so well."
"No, Miss LeSage, I'm afraid not. He actually thinks Angie is just as much trouble as Cosmo."
"What!? I've got a good mind to—"
"Don't. I've had to put up with him so much, but I can handle it. I'm going to take up the Paparazzo case while I let Ace handle the yacht problem."
"What information did you get?"
"Angie's telemetry tells us the yachts in question were sabotaged, but we don't know anything else at this point." He then started walking out and added, "I want you to check out information about anyone who's been employed by the following people: Miles and Nadine Sawyers, Jack Malone, Professor Jonathan Surge, Sonny Boy Surge, Jason Beager, Zelda LeMond, and Nesh Divine."
"That particular list?"
"Yes. That may hold a key as to who the saboteur is."
"I'll get on it immediately. Be careful."
"Don't worry, I'll be fine." He stepped out of the office to get to his new assignment.

Ace dropped Angie off at Surge Laboratories so she could talk with Professor Jonathan Surge about his yacht being destroyed.
She entered the building in hopes of finding the professor. Oddly enough, she saw both Professor Surge and Jason Beager stepping out of the elevator on the main floor.
"Professor Surge?" Angie said calmly.
He noticed the young magician. "Angie, hello. What brings you here today?"
"Um, actually, I need to talk to both of you, something to do with a yacht you each owned?"
Beager and Surge looked at each other in confusion.
The CEO of Beager Electronics looked at her and said, "Well, I did own a yacht, but it didn't last a week before it was blown in an accidental explosion."
"I did, too," the professor noted. "I was taking it along the bay when it had major problems. I bailed out just in time before it exploded. Why do you want to know this?"
"Well, both of you and four other people all had yachts blow up, and Ace and I both feel it's way too much to be a coincidence."
"Yes, one of those four others is my son. He also bought a personal yacht for himself, but like Jason's, his blew up as well."
"I see. The police couldn't get any major clues out of it?"
Beager quickly replied, "Nope. There wasn't enough evidence to use for anything. What are you saying?"
"I'm saying…someone may have deliberately sabotaged all the yachts for some type of revenge."
The two gentlemen looked at each other and nodded in agreement.
Professor Surge patted Angie's shoulder. "I think you and Ace are certainly onto something. Seven yachts, and six blow up. You were lucky to get that seventh one unscathed."
"Yeah, I know. Oh, how's the research on the dimensional device going?"
"It's been great, so great in fact I've signed a contract with Mr. Beager here to help us make some more chips that are small enough to get even more information. You were a big help before, Angie, and I've never forgotten that."
"Thanks. I think I got all the info I wanted about this situation. Ace and Cosmo are checking out the others in the process." She looked at her watch. "I hope I'm not holding you up from anything."
"No," said Beager happily. "We just ended our contract negotiations meeting. You're okay, trust me."
"Thank you, Mr. Beager. I'd better go. I need to get this information to Ace and the others fast. If I need anything else, can I ask you for that, or is that too much?"
The professor smiled and shook his head. "Angie, it's okay with us. If you need more information, don't hesitate to let us know."
"Thanks, Professor. So long." She then walked out of the building and called for a taxi to get her back to the Magic Express.

Meanwhile, Cosmo visited the home of his model friend, Zelda LeMond, who just happened to have singer Nesh Divine over to discuss plans for a new music video.
"That's the problem," he said, "we think somebody is trying to take you all out by sabotaging the yachts you purchased."
"Interesting," Zelda noted. "All the time I thought I did something wrong with the boat. You know my 'need for speed'."
Nesh added, "Yeah, and you explained about others losing their special yachts as well, so it looks like these aren't accidents after all. So, now what should we do?"
"Well, I'm not sure for now, but, like, if we need anything else, can I call ya both?"
"Sure, we'll be here all afternoon planning the music video for my next song, so it's okay to call."
"Thanks. Still got a couple more places to get to. Better run."
Cosmo ran to Ace in the Racer and said, "They also had sabotaged boats themselves."
"Angie's back at the Express already with some info from Beager and Professor Surge. They said they also had problems with their boats on the first voyage. This is definitely a case of sabotage, but we don't know who's behind all this right now. Our next stop is the Adele Department Store in the DNA Club/Mall, since that's where Shackles is working now since being paroled for good behavior."
In a few minutes, the gentlemen entered the store to find Shackles. They located him in the men's clothing department.
"Ace, Cosmo, good to see you guys," the reformed swindler said happily. "I'm just starting my afternoon break right now. So, what's going on?"
"Well," stated Ace, "it has to do with your old job with Sonny Boy. Do you remember him purchasing a custom-designed yacht, only for it to blow up on its first voyage?"
"Yeah, I do remember that. When I was to join up with him and his gang, he invited me on his yacht, but something went wrong with it, and we had to jump ship just before it detonated. The police showed up to make sure nobody was hurt, but the boat was too far gone to get any sign of sabotage or whatever."
"We think the yachts were sabotaged by someone who messed with the robots at the manufacturing plant. Do you know anything else?"
Thinking carefully, Shackles shook his head. "No, that's all I got for now. All I can remember, anyway. Sorry."
"That's cool," said Cosmo. "Thanks, man."
"Anytime. I'm really gettin' the hang of being a good person. I owe that to you, Cosmo, and Angie. I, um, saw that exposé on Angie. I don't think any of that mess is true, is it?"
"Nope, none of that's true. That creep Paparazzo wants to destroy her reputation."
"Well, the place is buzzing with people who don't believe it and those who actually believe that nut."
Ace affirmed, "Don't worry. Someone in Angie's hometown is working on a exposé which will reveal the truth about Angie. Believe me, sometime in the next few hours, her reputation will be restored."
"I hope so. She's too good of a person to get treated like this. I'm glad she pushed that idiot into the bay when he went after her instead of talking to the two boating victims. Anyway, good luck with the yacht problem."
"Thanks, Shackles. You've been very helpful to us."
As Ace and Cosmo left the store to return to the Racer, they both understood the brunt of the two problems.
"Man, Angie's getting her share of bad luck because of this exposé."
"I know." Concentrating on Angie's heart, he added, "She wants to help out with the yacht mystery, but I can feel her heart is still in a lot of pain because of the lies. I'm going to check on her."
He then reached out to his kindred sister telepathically. Angie, are you doing all right?
Yeah, but you can tell just how much I hurt in my heart. I'm scared my own reputation will be destroyed forever.
Don't worry, Angie. Carrie Jones will help you out, and the majority of people here do believe you're not a former delinquent from Boston. Just believe what is in your own heart, and you will get through this, I promise.
Thanks, kindred brother, for the words of encouragement. Now, where are you and Cosmo going?
On our way to Mona's. She's the last person we need to see for information about the destroyed yachts. All the evidence is pointing towards sabotage. We'll be back in time for dinner, I promise.
Okay, I'll see you then.
"Let's get to Mona's house."
Ace then zoomed the Racer into high speed to get to the home of his childhood sweetheart, Mona Malone.

Meanwhile, Paparazzo was tiring out and was about to reach his own mansion when he noticed a huge crowd outside the gate. "What's going on here?" he asked himself. "Why are all these people in front of my home?" Then, he noticed the riot squad. "Oh, great. How am I supposed to get into my own home, when the police won't let anybody near it!?"
At least 500 people were desperately trying to get into Paparazzo's home to seriously harm him.
"Let me in!" screamed one woman. "I want to make sure he gets his, lying about someone so sweet as Angie!"
An angry gentleman shouted, "That stupid jerk! I've always liked Angela Jacobs, and she's much too kindhearted to deserve to be treated like this! I'll mangle that idiot!"
The riot squad had a lot of trouble trying to keep them under control.
"I've got to get into my own house somehow!" he said angrily to himself.
He then started running for the gate and was quickly subdued by armored officers.
"Hold it, friend!" shouted the officer-in-charge. "Nobody's getting in here, and I mean nobody."
Paparazzo considered taking out his wallet but realized that could be a major mistake. I can't. If I take out my wallet, it'll give away the disguise. I'd better do what they say, or I will get mangled! He then got up. "Sorry, young man. I didn't mean to get so aggressive." He then ran away, but not before his wallet accidentally fell out of his pocket.
The woman who yelled earlier came and picked up the wallet. "Sir, wait! You dropped your wallet!" Too far away at this point, she decided to open it. "Maybe there's a telephone number in here, so I can call him and tell him." She then realized about the clothes he wore. "Could that kind of man have a wallet like this?" Upon looking at his driver's license, she turned to the crowd and screamed, "We need to catch that man! This wallet belongs to Duke Paparazzo! He may know where that monster's hiding!"
The crowd followed her in order to catch up with the mysterious man.
Paparazzo soon took a rest in a nearby alley. "Whew, that was close. I'm getting hungry." He then went to his pants pocket, only to discover his wallet was gone. "What the—where's my wallet?" He then remembered running away from his own home. "Shoot! I dropped it when I ran away from my house!"
He heard the angry mob approaching. "If one of those people found it, they'll come looking for me!" Making a run for it, he started zigzagging through the streets, desperately trying to find shelter.
The woman who found the wallet was the first to notice. "There he goes! Come on, after him!"
As Paparazzo, still in disguise, was being chased by the angry mob, he started to realize he had gone way too far in his unethical reporting. He finally understood he was in danger of being harmed, or even…killed.