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Chapter 5 – The Owl Flies At Night.
The moon rose slowly. Almost red at first and slipping silently to pure snow white. It gleamed, its silver light flooding the landscape and slithering through many crooks and crannies. Slinking into open doors and windows and throwing horrid patterns on the walls and causing the children of the night to appear as more zany collections of common objects.
The moonlight played tricks and made the crowbar that a mad scientist in his lab was using to open a bunch of crates look like a shard of ice. Which it wasn't, it was just ordinary steel, see I told you that the light was tricky, so tricky was this light that the other half-crazed lunatic with him miss-took one thing for some thing else.
The mad scientist paused in the middle of a dramatic action.
"What are you doing?"
"Mmmm…des are goo'"
"I don't keep food in here, where did you get…oh I don't think you really want to eat those."
"What aren't they chocolate covered peanuts?"
"No I think that they're…"
"No your right, not quite the right… texture, they must be chocolate covered coffee beans."
"No they're…"
"Nice and earthy. Mmmm crunchy."
"No Charles, I think that if you look closely, you will see that you are actually enjoying a handful of rat droppings."
After that exchange, there were the sounds that accompany mistakes in edibility. Coughings, hackings and a large glass of water.
The mad scientist patted his companion on the back and reassured him that if there were going to be symptoms that they would show up in the next 12 hours, after that and he would be fine. Unless it was typhoid.
Then he picked up the crowbar and repeated the dramatic action formulated in such a way that as much moonlight flashed off it. It hit the crate and with a sharp levering motion spilt one of the sides of it. With many stabbing motions more crates were forcefully opened with no consideration of how they would feel. The monster!
And then with a wipe of his brow, he marched over to a wall…
… And switched on a light.
"What!" he said. "You don't have lights on when you are doing something mysterious, dramatic and quite possibly forbidden by many moral codes! It just wouldn't be proper. And I don't want Charles to eat anything else."
And he was right. Before Hank switched on the light the Professor was indeed getting a little too close to a beaker of sulphuric acid.
"No Charles! That is not lemonade."
"It isn't?"
"No, put the beaker down."
There was muttering along the lines of '…always telling me what to…' the half-crazed and now possibly poisoned lunatic sulked in his wheelchair.
"Come over here," said Hank gently, "See the crates are open, oh look at all the Styrofoam peanuts and the bubble wrap, I know how much you like that!"
Xavier looked over in a non-committing way. But didn't move.
Hank picked up a large sheet. "Stars and garters, this bit is so darn big. I just don't know what to do with it."
Xavier remained carefully uninterested.
Hank sighed. "Oh well, there is just so much of it I am going to have to throw it away." He looked at Charles.
Who remained painfully indifferent.
A smile spread across Hank's face. " Or I could just…" he popped one of the bubbles; it made the most glorious snap.
He looked up from the bubble wrap at Charl…
A pair of hands on his other side snatched it away. Very sneaky. The bubbles burst like machine guns.
That was until there was a noise above them. Both looked cautiously up, somebody had heard the bubble wrap if they came down here they might see the crates and the small bubble-wrapped treasures spilling from their insides. Oh no!
The small scuffling upstairs faded. Probably just a rat, leaving more chocolate covered peanuts, no coffee beans around.
The mad scientist and the half-crazed lunatic looked at each other, was everyone still slumbering peacefully, unaware of what was going on beneath them?
"On with the plan?" One whispered.
The other nodded. And with that they began the finishing touches.
One each.
A lovely surprise.
Presented in a very affectionate and personal way.
Chapter 5 – The Owl Flies At Night.
The moon rose slowly. Almost red at first and slipping silently to pure snow white. It gleamed, its silver light flooding the landscape and slithering through many crooks and crannies. Slinking into open doors and windows and throwing horrid patterns on the walls and causing the children of the night to appear as more zany collections of common objects.
The moonlight played tricks and made the crowbar that a mad scientist in his lab was using to open a bunch of crates look like a shard of ice. Which it wasn't, it was just ordinary steel, see I told you that the light was tricky, so tricky was this light that the other half-crazed lunatic with him miss-took one thing for some thing else.
The mad scientist paused in the middle of a dramatic action.
"What are you doing?"
"Mmmm…des are goo'"
"I don't keep food in here, where did you get…oh I don't think you really want to eat those."
"What aren't they chocolate covered peanuts?"
"No I think that they're…"
"No your right, not quite the right… texture, they must be chocolate covered coffee beans."
"No they're…"
"Nice and earthy. Mmmm crunchy."
"No Charles, I think that if you look closely, you will see that you are actually enjoying a handful of rat droppings."
After that exchange, there were the sounds that accompany mistakes in edibility. Coughings, hackings and a large glass of water.
The mad scientist patted his companion on the back and reassured him that if there were going to be symptoms that they would show up in the next 12 hours, after that and he would be fine. Unless it was typhoid.
Then he picked up the crowbar and repeated the dramatic action formulated in such a way that as much moonlight flashed off it. It hit the crate and with a sharp levering motion spilt one of the sides of it. With many stabbing motions more crates were forcefully opened with no consideration of how they would feel. The monster!
And then with a wipe of his brow, he marched over to a wall…
… And switched on a light.
"What!" he said. "You don't have lights on when you are doing something mysterious, dramatic and quite possibly forbidden by many moral codes! It just wouldn't be proper. And I don't want Charles to eat anything else."
And he was right. Before Hank switched on the light the Professor was indeed getting a little too close to a beaker of sulphuric acid.
"No Charles! That is not lemonade."
"It isn't?"
"No, put the beaker down."
There was muttering along the lines of '…always telling me what to…' the half-crazed and now possibly poisoned lunatic sulked in his wheelchair.
"Come over here," said Hank gently, "See the crates are open, oh look at all the Styrofoam peanuts and the bubble wrap, I know how much you like that!"
Xavier looked over in a non-committing way. But didn't move.
Hank picked up a large sheet. "Stars and garters, this bit is so darn big. I just don't know what to do with it."
Xavier remained carefully uninterested.
Hank sighed. "Oh well, there is just so much of it I am going to have to throw it away." He looked at Charles.
Who remained painfully indifferent.
A smile spread across Hank's face. " Or I could just…" he popped one of the bubbles; it made the most glorious snap.
He looked up from the bubble wrap at Charl…
A pair of hands on his other side snatched it away. Very sneaky. The bubbles burst like machine guns.
That was until there was a noise above them. Both looked cautiously up, somebody had heard the bubble wrap if they came down here they might see the crates and the small bubble-wrapped treasures spilling from their insides. Oh no!
The small scuffling upstairs faded. Probably just a rat, leaving more chocolate covered peanuts, no coffee beans around.
The mad scientist and the half-crazed lunatic looked at each other, was everyone still slumbering peacefully, unaware of what was going on beneath them?
"On with the plan?" One whispered.
The other nodded. And with that they began the finishing touches.
One each.
A lovely surprise.
Presented in a very affectionate and personal way.
