Chapter 7
The Mark III sped across the sky faster than it ever had before. Danger Mouse kept looking at his watch worriedly, and wasn't speaking. His face was set in a tight line, and Penfold thought it best not to start a conversation. He felt too restless anyway. He kept looking over the edge of the Mark III every five minutes, even though they were still in London and a long way from the Frog Head Flyer.
Penfold couldn't tell what DM was thinking at this moment. He seemed calm, but he was being quiet. Too quiet. That wasn't like him.
After an hour of unbearable silence, Penfold suddenly realised that they were leaving London and heading for the fields. He kept a sharper eye out. DM turned his head too to look overboard, but he didn't say anything.
At last, Penfold spied the metal frog head on legs. It was standing in the middle of the field, perfectly still.
"Prepare for landing, Penfold", said DM suddenly. Penfold jumped; it had been quiet for so long.
The Mark III swooped downwards and bounced on the grass before driving across it and coming to a halt near the Frog Head Flyer.
The two agents clambered out of the car and stood in front of Greenback's base. There didn't seem to be anyone around.
Suddenly, the Frog Head Flyer's mouth opened slightly. DM tensed, whilst Penfold, trying to be brave, stood beside him.
A rope shot out of the mouth and tightened itself around Danger Mouse. Penfold made a grab for his legs just as the rope tugged, pulling them both off the ground!
The Frog Head lifted into the air and with DM and Penfold as prisoners, flew across the next field, where a large steel box stood waiting.
"Oh, heck!" cried Penfold, looking down at the large distance between himself and the ground.
"Don't panic, Penfold", said DM calmly, "Now, my Swiss Army knife is in my pocket, but my arms are trapped under the rope and I can't move them. Could you - ?"
"Alright", interrupted Penfold, "I'll get it".
Carefully, he extracted one arm from where it was wrapped around DM's legs, and reached for DM's right pocket. Putting his hand in, he felt around until his fingers connected with cold metal.
"Got it!" he cried, and brought it out.
"Alright. Now, open it up".
Penfold found that he needed both hands to open the blade. He tucked both his arms around DM's legs so that the knife was now in front of DM's shins.
"Careful!" scolded DM, as Penfold pulled out the blade.
They stopped over the metal box and a hatch opened up on the top. Penfold started to cut DM free, but then the rope loosened, and the two friends were dropped into the hatch.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh!" they both cried, before landing on a solid surface.
DM got up and massaged his forehead, groaning.
"Ouch. Penfold", he added, "Are you alright?"
There was no reply.
"Penfold?" DM got on his feet, "Where are you?"
"Chief!" came a hushed voice from behind him. DM spun around and jumped.
Penfold was kneeling over a still form. DM got closer, and realised in surprise that it was Kim!
"Good grief!" he cried. He ran to her side.
"Kim? KIM! Speak to me, Kim!"
Kim's eyes fluttered open. She took in the face above her of someone she'd thought she'd never see again.
"D-Danger Mouse?" she whispered.
"Kim", said DM in relief, "I'm so glad you're alright".
He lifted her from her position on the ground and hugged her close. He closed his eyes and ran his fingers very gently through her beautiful red hair. She didn't seem to be injured, just delirious.
"It's alright", DM whispered kindly in her ear., "I'm going to get you away from here. And I'll never let anything like this happen to you again".
Penfold smiled and turned away, giving them some privacy. He noticed for the first time that there was a television screen on the wall. Other than that, the place was bare.
Penfold jumped backwards when the screen flickered to life.
"Welcome, Danger Mouse".
A hoarse, all-too-familiar voice echoed out into the small room. DM and Kim looked up from their tender embrace to see the villianous Baron Greenback looking down on them. DM realised that his enemy was watching them at this very minute in his main room.
"Baron Greenback". He propped Kim up gently against the wall and went to face the TV screen.
"You're under arrest", he snapped at the Baron, who was now watching him with a mocking look. "Kidnapping a woman is cowardly, Greenback. You'll be sorry!"
Down the other end, the Baron laughed cruelly. Nero, his pet caterpillar, giggled with delight and bobbed up and down on the spot.
"You never learn, do you, Danger Mouse?" said the Baron when his laughter had ceased, "I believe that DEFINITELY this time, I have outwitted you. And with you out of the way, I can focus on world domination".
"What do you mean, you fiend?" asked DM suspiciously.
"Look around you, you fool", replied Greenback.
DM looked around at his surroundings. There was no door, no way out. Just solid metal.
"There's no exit", he frowned.
"Exactly".
At the other end, Greenback pressed a button on his desk. In the steel room, DM, Kim and Penfold gasped as spikes suddenly emerged from the walls either end. Then, a second later, there was a rumbling - and the walls started to close in on them.
"Farewell, Danger Mouse", cackled Greenback, "By tomorrow morning, the world will be mine!"
The screen went blank.
And DM, Penfold and Kim were left with the walls closing in on them.
The Mark III sped across the sky faster than it ever had before. Danger Mouse kept looking at his watch worriedly, and wasn't speaking. His face was set in a tight line, and Penfold thought it best not to start a conversation. He felt too restless anyway. He kept looking over the edge of the Mark III every five minutes, even though they were still in London and a long way from the Frog Head Flyer.
Penfold couldn't tell what DM was thinking at this moment. He seemed calm, but he was being quiet. Too quiet. That wasn't like him.
After an hour of unbearable silence, Penfold suddenly realised that they were leaving London and heading for the fields. He kept a sharper eye out. DM turned his head too to look overboard, but he didn't say anything.
At last, Penfold spied the metal frog head on legs. It was standing in the middle of the field, perfectly still.
"Prepare for landing, Penfold", said DM suddenly. Penfold jumped; it had been quiet for so long.
The Mark III swooped downwards and bounced on the grass before driving across it and coming to a halt near the Frog Head Flyer.
The two agents clambered out of the car and stood in front of Greenback's base. There didn't seem to be anyone around.
Suddenly, the Frog Head Flyer's mouth opened slightly. DM tensed, whilst Penfold, trying to be brave, stood beside him.
A rope shot out of the mouth and tightened itself around Danger Mouse. Penfold made a grab for his legs just as the rope tugged, pulling them both off the ground!
The Frog Head lifted into the air and with DM and Penfold as prisoners, flew across the next field, where a large steel box stood waiting.
"Oh, heck!" cried Penfold, looking down at the large distance between himself and the ground.
"Don't panic, Penfold", said DM calmly, "Now, my Swiss Army knife is in my pocket, but my arms are trapped under the rope and I can't move them. Could you - ?"
"Alright", interrupted Penfold, "I'll get it".
Carefully, he extracted one arm from where it was wrapped around DM's legs, and reached for DM's right pocket. Putting his hand in, he felt around until his fingers connected with cold metal.
"Got it!" he cried, and brought it out.
"Alright. Now, open it up".
Penfold found that he needed both hands to open the blade. He tucked both his arms around DM's legs so that the knife was now in front of DM's shins.
"Careful!" scolded DM, as Penfold pulled out the blade.
They stopped over the metal box and a hatch opened up on the top. Penfold started to cut DM free, but then the rope loosened, and the two friends were dropped into the hatch.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh!" they both cried, before landing on a solid surface.
DM got up and massaged his forehead, groaning.
"Ouch. Penfold", he added, "Are you alright?"
There was no reply.
"Penfold?" DM got on his feet, "Where are you?"
"Chief!" came a hushed voice from behind him. DM spun around and jumped.
Penfold was kneeling over a still form. DM got closer, and realised in surprise that it was Kim!
"Good grief!" he cried. He ran to her side.
"Kim? KIM! Speak to me, Kim!"
Kim's eyes fluttered open. She took in the face above her of someone she'd thought she'd never see again.
"D-Danger Mouse?" she whispered.
"Kim", said DM in relief, "I'm so glad you're alright".
He lifted her from her position on the ground and hugged her close. He closed his eyes and ran his fingers very gently through her beautiful red hair. She didn't seem to be injured, just delirious.
"It's alright", DM whispered kindly in her ear., "I'm going to get you away from here. And I'll never let anything like this happen to you again".
Penfold smiled and turned away, giving them some privacy. He noticed for the first time that there was a television screen on the wall. Other than that, the place was bare.
Penfold jumped backwards when the screen flickered to life.
"Welcome, Danger Mouse".
A hoarse, all-too-familiar voice echoed out into the small room. DM and Kim looked up from their tender embrace to see the villianous Baron Greenback looking down on them. DM realised that his enemy was watching them at this very minute in his main room.
"Baron Greenback". He propped Kim up gently against the wall and went to face the TV screen.
"You're under arrest", he snapped at the Baron, who was now watching him with a mocking look. "Kidnapping a woman is cowardly, Greenback. You'll be sorry!"
Down the other end, the Baron laughed cruelly. Nero, his pet caterpillar, giggled with delight and bobbed up and down on the spot.
"You never learn, do you, Danger Mouse?" said the Baron when his laughter had ceased, "I believe that DEFINITELY this time, I have outwitted you. And with you out of the way, I can focus on world domination".
"What do you mean, you fiend?" asked DM suspiciously.
"Look around you, you fool", replied Greenback.
DM looked around at his surroundings. There was no door, no way out. Just solid metal.
"There's no exit", he frowned.
"Exactly".
At the other end, Greenback pressed a button on his desk. In the steel room, DM, Kim and Penfold gasped as spikes suddenly emerged from the walls either end. Then, a second later, there was a rumbling - and the walls started to close in on them.
"Farewell, Danger Mouse", cackled Greenback, "By tomorrow morning, the world will be mine!"
The screen went blank.
And DM, Penfold and Kim were left with the walls closing in on them.