San Diego zoo

We're at the San Diego Zoo.


My favorite animals are the koalas, because with koalas it's nap time…all the time.

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Oops, Almost forgot

Oops, I almost forgot, I have instituted a new "theme", Christmas! not really a "theme" but more a header, I enjoy making the headers. Best part of the blog, really.  If you are not Christian/Catholic/other religion that employs Christ?  Well then don't sweat it, you can still enjoy the blog. It's really just a celebration of the season.  Besides, this is the season when even the least religious of us indulge in an acceptable amount of Christianity.

Happy Holidays!

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Sir Jacob D. Fredrickson Esq.

Chief Executive Officer of Early Bird Industries, Inc.

Why not for Hats?

As we sit here in the midst of the upheaval of this blog, I took a break from pulling my hair out over the D--- Sidebar to read some of Andy Ihnatko's {A Tech Journalist from Boston Chicago Apparently he lives in Mass. but exports his writing to the Chicago Sun Times.} Tweets

http://twitter.com/ihnatko

and I Came across this link:

http://www.onthedash.com/docs/obama.html

here is an excerpt:

Watch collectors are different. We watch movies, read magazines, and study videos -- not for the usual type of entertainment, not for the intended content -- but to see which watches the stars and celebrities are wearing. Whether we are looking for Steve McQueen with an "orange hand" Rolex, trying to identify Jerry Seinfeld's vintage Heuer Autavia, or seeing whether Paul Newman is wearing a "Paul Newman", we focus on the watches.

So why aren't there any people out there like that, but for Hats? There are just as many variations of Hats as there are of watches, and many hats have a Watch counterpart.  {Exempli Gratia: the Black Topper and a classy pocket watch} so where are you {as the "Hip People" say} my Brothers?

  Where?

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Chief Executive Officer of Early Bird Industries, Inc.

Where'd the D--- Sidebar Go!?

This really bothers me.

My Right-Sidebar has moved itself all the way to the bottom of the post page, with out consulting me first. I really think that it must be a fault in Blogger somewhere.

My Code is sound.

If anyone out there knows how to fix this problam, please help me.

PLEASE!

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Sir Jacob D. Fredrickson Esq.

Chief Executive Officer of Early Bird Industries, Inc.

Whoo hoo!

We're there! Hooray! So long suckers, I'm goin' to legoland!

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On our way to legoland!

I'm so excited! W00t! I love legoland!

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Happy ThanksGiving!

Happy ThanksGiving! This is the day when a bunch of city-slicker convicts got kicked out of England, Took three disease-ridden boats, crossed a giant ocean, and mostly died on the way. When they did finally get to their destination {Pretty much anywhere besides England} they were so happy, but when they found out that there weren't any restaurants anywhere about, they weren't so happy. Luckily the Natives took pity on them {Which turned out to be a bad idea} and gave them some food. In Return the Settlers {Née Convicts} killed most of the natives, {Although in all honesty it was mostly the foreign diseases they carried with them} and declared this new, convict-free land the British colony of Boston Mass. 

On other news, sorry about the missing right sidebar, I Have no idea how that happened. it is now at the bottom of the post area, if you would like to go visit it.

EDIT: Hey! the  right sidebar came back! w00t!
2nd EDIT: The Sidebar is only on the individual post pages, that is weird.

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Sir Jacob D. Fredrickson Esq.

Chief Executive Officer of Early Bird Industries, Inc.

Starbucks espresso

Ahhh, starbucks. Not as good as some of the local... I want to say "breweries" but I doubt that is right. Still good though, in a pinch. Also! I do beleive this is the debut of my "daily grind" logo, I plan on prefacing all of my future "on the spot coffee posts" with that logo.
__________________
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What's the spoon for? Milk or sugar in espresso is incorrect, but maybe I'm just a purist.


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Unfortunate circumstances

Today conditions forced my hand, that is not Esspresso in that cup.

It's just normal coffee. Ick.

And yes, my hands are that huge.

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The Continuing Weekly Adventures Of Dr. Zachary Smith H.M.O.

This Weeks Episode:

Episode #43: Here There Be Dragoons

 Last Week As You Recall, Dr. Smith and Capt. Brown had Discovered Two Lost policemen, Lieutenant Briggs and Sergeant Capsicum, both of whom are now safely stored in the trunk of Dr. Smiths 1935 Jaguar Convertible. Which Flies. 

-=fig. 228: High-Speed Search=-
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"I Don't See anybody, Zachary,  are you sure this is the right way to go?"  Just then, a noise is heard on the other side of the wall, "Hang on James, I'm Gonna open her up!"  They Zoom around the corner at high speed. "Careful Zachary," Whispers Capt. Brown "It could be the Rather Blank-Faced Men and Von TipRău." Dr. Smith nods, and quiets the engine.  They Then park in the shade, behind a handy rock.

-=fig. 299: Sneak Attack=-

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"Hey James, is the rifle really necessary?" Asks Dr. Smith, Master Swordsman.  "We don't know what kinds of weapons they have,  Zachary, they could have Death Rays for all we know!" Dr. Smith was just about to point out the difficulty of construction, scientific improbability and Technical Effects of a death ray, when his hat jumps off his head.  A gunshot rings out. Capt. Brown Jumps Behind the rock for safety.  

Dr. Smith Collects his hat.
"The Ruffians!  They have punctured my favorite Hat! James, Load that Rifle!"
         "No need to get excited Zachary." Capt. Brown says calmly, for it is not His hat that has been punctured.  Good hat too. they don't make 'em like that anymore.
  "I'm not getting excited, James. They're shooting at us!" Capt. Brown gives this due thought, then loads his rifle and takes aim.

-=fig. 300: Taking Aim=-

But before he can fire, he notices something.
 He Yells at the distant figure:
"Patrolman William Chaucer!"

-=fig. 301: Patrolman William Chaucer, Dead Man Walking=-
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Patrolman William Chaucer,  Finally realizing his mistake, straightens his uniform, and scurries out of rifle range.

"Confound it! He went out of range! Zachary, start the car!"
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"You aren't going to actually shoot him…are you, James?" Asks Dr. Smith worriedly. Capt. Brown sighs. "Well, I would like too. He did shoot at me. But no, we don't have enough Rooftop Policemen as it is, let alone enough for me to shoot each one that shoots at me." By now the Jaguar had reached the top of the cliff.   So Dr. Smith gives Capt. Brown one more parting piece of advice: "Remember James, Don't Shoot Him. Or else I'm leaving you up here on this cliff all by yourself. Got it?"  "Got it."

-=fig. 302: I Have Been Instructed Not To Shoot You=-
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"Cap'n Brown Sah!" Patrolman William Chaucer salutes.
 "Patrolman William Chaucer," Capt. Brown Begins; "I Have Been Instructed not to shoot you, consider yourself lucky." Capt. Brown Makes every syllable ring with authority and barely subdued malice; "Patrolman William Chaucer, you are charged with Assaulting a Senior Officer with a deadly weapon, how–" Dr. Smith Whispers something in Capt. Browns ear, "–What? Oh, Patrolman William Chaucer, you are Charged with assaulting a senior officer with a deadly weapon, and ruining a perfectly good, Heirloom Fedora.  How do you Plead?" Patrolman William Chaucer mumbles something, "I Can't hear you Patrolman!" "I Plead Guilty Sah!"  This answer was not what Capt. Brown expected, but he rallies "Capital! right, your punishment is to be sh–"  A stern look from Dr. Smith Silences this line of thought, so Capt. Brown Tries again "–I Mean, to guide us to Brigadier Black and the rest, on foot. While The Doctor and I Fly in his car." Patrolman William Chaucer lets out silent sigh of relief.  He leads them over several miles to the top secret hideout of the Commanding Police Officers:

-=fig. 303: Turtle Island=-
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Turtle Island

-=fig. 304: Introductions=-
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"Good To Finally meet the Famous Doctorr Zacharry Smith!" Brigadier Black shakes Dr. Smith's hand warmly, "I've Hearrd so much about ya! First Lieutenant Brigadier Black, at yer service Doctor." Then He salutes. " Discoverred any interestin' Dimensions Lately Doctorr? Har Har Har!"
It Is believed by many that you can tell a mans character by his laugh, that is Certainly True of  First Lieutenant Brigadier Black, formerly a lumberjack,  formerly a Pirate, formerly a lawyer.   Brigadier Black is the sort of man you want at your back in a fight, Preferably facing toward the enemy with some sort of heavy artillery. The sort of man, in fact, that you want as your First Lieutenant.  First Lieutenant Brigadier Black {Brigadier Black to his friends} is commanding officer of the L.C.R.P.  Second only to Capt. Brown himself. It's his charge to lead the L.C.R.P. when Capt. Brown is
a. Incapacitated
b. Not available or
c.  Missing for some reason or another.
You Can tell he's in charge Because of his epaulets, mark of a leader, that.  
"So where is everybody hiding, Brigadier Black?" Asks Capt. Brown, looking around.  "Har Har… The L.C.aRr.P. Arr Hidin' about in the suroundin' countryside, waitin' fer me orrders. Sirr."   "Well, then Call for a meeting somewhere that isn't this tiny island. Somewhere dry."  "Aye Aye Sirr, Rright Away Sirr."
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-=fig. 305: Community Forum=-
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"All RRIGHT EVRYONE, CAPT. BROWN'S BACK, AND THIS IS 'IS FRRIEND DOCTOR SMITH–" At this three heads in the back pop up. "–SO PLAY NICELY 'ES NO' A POLICEMEN. CAP'N BROWN YOU–" Capt. Brown cuts  Brigadier Black of "That's enough, I think they know me Brigadier Black." The three heads in the back make their way through the crowd, one quite a bit taller than the other two. The Tall one wears a top hat and moves through the crowd with a certain…Inevitability.  A Bit like a wall.  A lot like a wall, actually.

-=fig. 306: With Cameo Appearances By:=-
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"Charles! George! Mr. Earl!" Zachary shouts."ARR!" Shouts Brigadier Black "So you be knowin Cookie then Doctarr Smith?" Mr. Earl Starts yelling, obviously angered by this blatant slander on his profession "I've told you people a thousand times, My Name is 'David'! Or 'Dave' Or 'Mr. Earl', or 'Sir' even! Never 'Cookie'! Never 'Cookie'!" Dr. Smith just smiles. "Yes I have met Cookie, Brigadier Black, in fact, He used to be a student of mine. Cookie. Hah. Hee." There was some suppressed laughter from the general direction of Dr. Smith.
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The Rooftop Policemen separate into Three groups, and the leaders step forward, and sit around the Fire.

-=fig. 306: Town Hall=-
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Despite the heat, everyone warms their hands around the fire, as per Tradition. Tradition is very important in these sorts of things.  "The meetin' be comin' to orrder naow, The Arrnible Cap'n Brown presidin'. Orrder In the Court!" Capt. Brown Points to the man in the white epaulets and the black Goggles. "Second lieutenant Alfred Johnston, Report."  Second lieutenant Alfred Johnston delivers a concise, direct, but needlessly militaristic report which sums up to this: Everyone is present and accounted for. Everyone but not everything. "What does that mean?" Asks Capt. Brown, suspiciously. "The Robot is missing, sir." Capt. Brown has to put a warning hand on Dr. Smith's shoulder, to prevent a murder. "I have personal experience with The Robot, Whose name happens to be Jeeves. I Personally wouldn't classify him as a Thing, no more than you would classify, say, a Pet, as a Thing.  Officer George–" Dr. Smith Interrupts "Officer George? How long has this been going on?"  ".-- . .-.. .-.. / -.. .-. / ... -- .. - .... --..-- / .. - / ... - .- .-. - . -.. / .-.. .. -.- . / - .... .. ... –" Wait, I forgot to mention that George speaks in Morse code. Here, I'll Translate, "Well Dr. Smith, it started like this–" Dr. Smith Interrupts "Hold on George, Capt. Brown doesn't speak Morse… Or do you?" Capt. Brown Looks around, avoiding eye contact. "Maybe. Sorry Zachary, It Was necessary. Let George continue"  "Is It Time for me to say my piece? Dr. Smith? Captain? Right. Well it all started back in 1983, When I moved to The Big City, If it weren't for The Captain, I Would have been killed.  Legopolis was a different city in 1983, lots of discrimination, especially against MorseCodecs*, The Captain took me under his wing, taught me English, gave me my job as a translator. Apparently there is a big market for translators in the O.S.O.† Who Knew?" "Why was this so Important to keep a secret…James?"  "The Less the different branches know about one another, the better.  I had suspected that something like this might happen, what with you venturing into The Great Beyond‡, and everything."  "So How long have you been 'Officer George' then?" Asks Dr. Smith. Annoyed that things have been kept from him. "A month Before you came to see me in my tent.˚ Before all this trans-dimensional adventure. I'm Sorry I Kept it from you Dr. Smith, but it Didn't seem relevant at the time." "Do you Really have family in Legopolis George?" "No, That was code Between The Captain and Myself for 'Mobilize the troops, head for the bunkers' Apparently the LCRP never made it to the bunkers!"  They were sucked up by Dr. Smith when he Purposed an evil invention, see Episode #38: Act Three. Enter Villain.  Exit Hero.  And as for George?  He mobilized as many civilian troops as he could, Which turned out to be Charles and Mr. David "Not Cookie" Earl.  Well, now that everyone has been brought up to speed, lets get down to the real business, shall we? 
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-=My, That Was Quick=-
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The "Real Business" Didn't take too long, and mainly consisted of status reports, and Role Calls.  Once the camp breaks up, Charles {O'Gre} Volunteers to carry whatever won't fit in the trunk of Dr. Smith's car.

If I May, I will take a moment here to acknowledge the loss of a great actor, Capt. Brown. By "Loss" I  mean Theft. Due to that I am postponing further Weekly Adventures indefinitely.  Not permanently, just indefinitely.  Let's call it the end of a series. So Check back regularly, or subscribe to our RSS feed for further updates.

End Of Series*1

* Georges Race. They Speak Morse code.
† Over Seas Office {of the Legopolis City Rooftop Police} they also handle the Over Land work.
‡ Everywhere that Isn't Legopolis proper.
º Episode #25 One Lump, Or Two?
*Season, to the Americans in the audience.

Next Episode!

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Sir Jacob D. Fredrickson Esq.

Chief Executive Officer of Early Bird Industries, Inc.

The Continuing Weekly Adventures Of Dr. Zachary Smith H.M.O.

This Weeks Episode:

Episode #42:Terra Incognita

Last Week as you recall Dr. Zachary Smith, Capt. Brown, and the Jaguar had Driven into yet another hole in space and time, unfortunately this one Refused to admit our cameras, so For now, I am instigating Plan B.3 {B for Backup, you see.} One day I figured that at some point I would Lose every single Spyder-Cam I have following Dr. Smith, so, I–and without Dr. Smiths Knowledge– installed a minuscule camera dead center In Dr. Smiths glasses.  We cut to that camera…Now.

-=fig. 209:Do Not Panic Immediately We are redirecting your call to India=-

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Oops, wait,

-=fig. 210: The View From Dr. Smiths Glasses=-
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Aha!  This is the first actual field test of the Glasses-Cam, so it's good to know it actually Works! Sort of.  Not that great quality, but at least it's something.  Dr. Smith turns his head;

-=fig. 211: Capt. Brown=-
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"When are we going to get there, Zachary?"  asks Capt. Brown.  "I couldn't say for sure James, this is a first for me.  But the reality meter says we're close!" What You can't hear is the ferocious wind that is whipping through– "Kind of a subtle breeze going through here, it's nice, keeps the heat off."  Of course, that could just be static coming through the tiny speaker on the glasses cam.  Dr. Smith lands the Jaguar, disembarks, and looks back at Capt. Brown.

-=fig. 212: You alright back there?=-
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"Are you alright Back there James?"  "Fine *grunt* thank you, why don't the doors open?" "You know James, I Honestly don'– "*KAZAP* Dr. Smith's head snaps around, "What the Heck was that!?"

-=fig. 213: !? My, how I despise multiple exclamation marks, It's the sign of a diseased mind you know=-
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A Hole Opens in the sky and two dark shapes drop from it. "Did you see that! Aliens!"  But Dr. Smith isn't so sure.  "They looked more like those camera-bots that keep following me around.  I thought we lost them in that last hole in timespace."  And Indeed Dr. Smith is right, for I have commissioned two more Spyder-Cams, and they made it just in time.

…zkzk–Pfffft.–kzkz…

Darn it, that was the Glasses-cam Failing.  We need to switch to the new spyder cams right now!
I Don't care If they aren't done loading their software yet, we need them now!

NOW!

Thank you.

 -=fig. 214: Loading software update 438204.a3=-
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Well, that's what I Get for rushing art.

When the camera is done loading we rejoin Dr. Smith and Capt. Brown as they come across a campsite…

-=fig. 215: Wake up Man!=-
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An obviously harried and tired Man slumbers fitfully as Capt. Brown walks up to him.
"SLEEPING ON THE JOB?" The Man Awakes sharply, "SIR NO SIR!" He barks. His Mind seems to catch up with his body, and he realizes what is happening.  "CAPT. BROWN SIR!  WE THOUGHT WE HAD LOST YOU SIR!"  "At ease…?" "SERGEANT CAPSICUM SIR!"  "Well then at ease Sgt. Capsicum, We?"

-=fig. 216: Yes yes, At ease Soldier=-
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"SIR!"  "At ease, what's your name Soldier?"  "Lieutenant Briggs Sir. Thank goodness you are here Sir." Capt. Brown and Dr. Smith share a glance. "Why?" asks Capt. Brown. Lt. Briggs Launches into His Story: "It Was my job to guard the camp from all intruders–" "Wait, what Camp? Start A bit earlier Lieutenant." Lt. Briggs scratches his head, "How far back would you like Sir?"  "The Explosion." "Most of us were in a group, and you and Dr…You, Sir were off to one side, the Robot was in the middle. So when everything exploded, The majority of the R.L.C.R.P. East Brigade were transported here, to this Hard area.

-=fig. 217:The East Brigade=-
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"Brigadier Black Had us Calculate the area, and it came out to be bigger than the entirety of Legopolis.  Sgt. Capsicum and I were stationed on the highest plateau the East Brigade could reach,
 

-=fig. 218: East Ridge=-
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"East Ridge.  Even from our high perch we could smell Cookie's Famous Leftover Soup. Our Mission?  To keep watch for any nefarious villains that might decide to attack and to Notify Brigadier Black immediately should any villains suddenly arise.

-=fig. 219: They Came from Behind=-
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"We Failed. I have no idea where they came from, they seemed to come from–" "Nowhere in particular?" Lt. Briggs continues: "That's right Doctor. From our Perch The Sgt. And I could see exactly what happened.

-=fig. 220: The Dark Army=-
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"The Dark Army Marched in perfect syncopation, as if they're robots, or something.  They also carried some sort of giant black weapon.

-=fig. 221: They Didn't Stand a Chance=-
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"The East Brigade Didn't stand a chance.  The Dark Army Wouldn't stop coming, they were shot, and wouldn't stop coming.  They Activated the Dark weapon and there was this…Dark explosion.  If you'd believe it,

-=fig. 222: A Dark Explosion=-
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"I think some got away, but not many.  When the darkness cleared, the Sgt. and I finally got down to the ground, too late I am sad to report.

-=fig. 223: Too Late=-
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"I Don't know what happened, really. One minute the camp is full of bustling, mostly confused, Policemen, the next, gone."  Dr. Smith nods. It all fits.  "So what do we do with these Fine examples of military precision?  They won't fit in the car–" An Idea strikes Dr. Smith, {squarely in the ear} so he interrupts; "Wait a minute, Maybe they will, wait, Wait right here, I'll bring the car around."

As the figure of Dr. Smith recedes into the distance, Sgt. Capsicum wanders around from in front of the camp "MAY I ASK A QUESTION SIR!" Capt. Brown just shakes his head and chuckles. "At Ease, what's your question?"  "Is the Doctor Leaving us here to die? SIR!"  "Relax yourself man, I know Dr. Smith, He wouldn't just leave us here.  Probably."

-=fig. 224: Probably=-
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Indeed Dr. Smith is not abandoning the poor chaps to die, But how will he fit four people in a car made for two?  Dr. Smith parks the car carefully, so as to not squash any errant policemen.

-=fig. 225: Just Chuck Everything In=-
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"Are you Sure this will work…Doctor? It doesn't look all that spacious in there…?"  "I'm very sure Lt. Briggs." Capt. Brown smiles, enjoying some private joke. "How are you going to fit all that In, Zachary?" He asks. "Remember I explained how I modified my suitcase to be a hole into the R.L.B.S.?"  Realization dawns "So you did that–" "No. I actually just found the hole in the trunk already there, so I stabilized it, and prevented it from spreading to other dimensions.  With simple preventative measures like this this whole mess could have been avoided.  Now I know Not everyone has a degree in particle physics, but its pretty simple just shore up an existing hole if you have a basic understanding of the concept."  Every else just rolls their eyes, but only when Dr. Smith can't see them.  "But where does it go?" Asks Lt. Briggs. "You know, I was never quite sure, I think it's the dungeon of some castle or other, but I went down there long ago with a bucket of pant and a shovel. It's a quite nice Spare bedroom now." "I just hope nothing can get through…Doctor." Dr. Smith just wave hi hand as if in contempt of the very idea.  "Not even I could get through that door, and believe me, I tried."

-=fig. 226: Careful Now, That First Step is a Doozy=-
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Thus Consoled, first Lieutenant Briggs and then Sergeant Capsicum crawled–Carefully–into the trunk. "Now Don't worry you guys, when I close this lid, you won't be locked in, to get out just pull the green lever here." Dr. Smith points, "You alright in there?" They are. Once the two rescued Policemen are safely tucked away, Dr. Smith and Capt. Brown Hop into the Jaguar, and fly away.

-=fig. 227: Fade out=-
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They fly around the area, checking for the lost policemen.

No one is found.

They Move on.

Join us next week for our next exciting episode:

Episode #43: Here There Be Dragoons

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Sir Jacob D. Fredrickson Esq.

Chief Executive Officer of Early Bird Industries, Inc.

Happy ThanksGiving!

Well, It's A bit early, but the christmas movies are already out, so why not a Thanksgiving Theme? Well, Not really a Theme, more a new header. And Of Course Some Sidebar art.

Happy {early} Thanksgiving!

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Sir Jacob D. Fredrickson Esq.

Chief Executive Officer of Early Bird Industries, Inc.