Cub reporter Jimmy Woo signing in. My escape from the
besieged Gun-Xiang monastery has been successful, much due to the efforts of
the courageous monks and especially my cousins, also monks within the order,
the Chin twins.
To recount my situation, I was given shelter within the
monastery after being recognized by the twins. I was then taken before the head
monk wherein it was revealed that the Monks did indeed poses the Promethean Vacuum
Tube invented by missing American scientist Dr. Raullo Ortega. The Head Monk
explained that his order was in league with several other humanitarian groups,
all engaged in a perilous struggle against a mysterious evil organization which
was seeking total conquest of South Asia.
While few details were known of this villainous group, it was known that
Notorious Chun-King and his army were puppets of this infinitely devious
criminal network. Apparently, a key player in this unfolding drama and a
bastion in forces of good is the famed scientist/adventurer, Doc Thompson.
Readers will all be familiar with the exploits of this heroic but seldom seen
man, known for his fantastic exploits in the service of mankind. It was
Thompson who was responsible for spiriting the Promethean Vacuum Tube away from
Chun but due to further perils was forced to entrust the device to the good
monks of Gun-Xiang. Unfortunately, spies had been at work and Chun was informed
of the location.
It has now been determined that the Promethean Vacuum Tube
must be returned to Doc before the monastery falls as it is only a matter of
time before the sinister forces behind the warlord dispatch a more powerful
force to conquer Gun-Xiang.
In the end, the head monk asked for my assistance. I have
been charged with the grave duty of carrying the mysterious Promethean Vacuum
tube away from Notorious Warlord Chun-King and delivering it into the hands of
Doc Thompson. To this end we were assigned a prized possession of the
monastery, a German built motorcycle with a sidecar. The monks then saw to it
that a large amount of rice wine found its way out to Chun’s army and seizing
an opportune moment, all of us, Chin twins and I, clad in the robes of the
monks, made a break for a hole in the lines.
Our exit was made trough a small aquifer tunnel known only
to the monks. Out we burst at full throttle down a shallow river bed, orange
robes billowing behind us. Machinegun bullets spattered and a few shell rounds
landed too close for my comfort, but we tore away from the monastery before the
drunken troops could muster sufficient force to stop us.
I must end my dispatch here in hope that Mr. Doogan will
read of my promising investigations. I will now conclude by asking Mr. Doogan’s
Mother to set free her cat and switch off her lights as is traditional in this
column.
