Lactaphobia 9 Disclaimer: Narf! Say, Brain, do we own Monk? No, Pinky, USA does. But we will after tonight! Why, what are we going to do tongight, Brain? The same thing we do every night Pinky, try to take over the world! A/N: Hmm. My anagrams are showing. Has anybody solved the trivia yet? ********************************************************************** "Stay here, Monk!" Stottlemyer called as he ran after Milkman and the hostage Sharona. The three cops rushed to the front of the building and got into their cars. Sirens blaring and lights flashing, they headed after a milktruck. After they were gone, Milkman laughed, his hand over Sharona's mouth, and slunk (Yes, slunk) into his secret lair under Monk's building. (Convienient, huh?) Alone in the bathroom (unless you count the corpse, but you know what they say, a corpse is a corpse, of course, of course), Adrian paced. He was worried about Sharona, naturally, but he couldn't see anything he could do about it. As he did when he was nervous, Monk pulled his keychain, or rather Trudy's, out of his pocket and began twirling it around on his finger. Maybe it was gravity. Maybe it was a fanfiction writer pulling a ham- handed segway. Or maybe it was Trudy. Much like the tootsie roll question - the world may never know. But the keys landed right in the tub. "Eeew." Had it not been Trudy's keychain, Adrian would have seriously considered leaving it there. As it was, he went to the tub to find it. But it wasn't on top of the body. It was under her head, at the drain. He was just pondering how that could happen when he noticed something odd. Light. Light coming from under the tub. Weird. This was the bottom floor. Even if there was some kind of seriously messed up plumbing problem, there still shouldn't have been light under this particular tub. He looked as far as he could into the drain. There was still a pipe there, but it went straight down. It opened over what looked like a big vat. A big vat full of something white. And suddenly, Adrian knew where the Milkman, and more importantly, Sharona was. " Monk rushed to the secret lair of the Milkman. "Sharona!" "I'm over here, Adrian. Be careful!" "I'll get you out of here." He turned to the villian. "So, we meet for the first time for the last time," He challenged him. "Huh?" Adrian sighed. "It was a joke. Haven't you ever seen Spaceballs" (Space-) "We, know, we know - " "It doesn't belong to you," All three said in unison, wishing LMR would just butt out. Monk was especially annoyed. It was her fault Sharona was in this mess, and knowing her, she would try to put a romantic subplot in the story. ;) "Why?" Monk asked. "Why did you kill them? Why are you doing this to Sharona? It's obviously me you want." "And what better way to make you suffer," Milkman said, relishing the thought. "Why? Do I even know you?" "No. I'm just doing what a Supervillain is supposed to do. Don't take it personal. It's just my job, making Superheros miserable." "I'm not a Superhero." "Only because you don't believe in yourself. Everyone else thinks you are. Of course, after I'm through with you, you will never think that you're a hero." And with that, he threw Sharona into the vat of bad milk. "Sharona!" ************************************************************** Muahahahaha! 'K I love you, bye bye!