Page Two Hundred Forty-Two.
The next afternoon, Quito and the kids went to the recently completed, beautiful, shiny, new Shaker Heights police station to report the situation of the evening prior. They were glad to see that all those parking tickets their neighborhood police officers handed out went to such a good cause as this grand building.
They told the police everything... the entire story.
"She sure does sound like a spoiled brat", said Officer O'Grady.
"And it still hurts like a son-of-a-gun", said Thomas while gently pulling back the Scooby-Doo design band-aid and showing his battle injury to the policeman. Officer O'Grady looked at it and promptly threw-up all over his over-sized, oak desk as he was sensitive to the sight of any skin abnormality. He'd obviously had chili dressed with extra sharp cheddar cheese for lunch. in fact, his throw-up sort of matched his desk. The sight of his throw-up then made Jackson throw-up all over the purple and red Persian rug because he was sensitive to the sight of anybody doing anything gross. But Jackson only had a bowl of Froot Loops for his mid-day meal so at least his vomit was colorful.
The five of them proceeded to walk home after helping to clean up the desk and carpet of officer O'Grady. The cleaning job was disgusting but had to be done and Quito and all the kids felt obliged to help out. As they were walking up sumptuous, luxurious Shaker Boulevard toward home, the sun was shining down on them with bright, orange-yellow warmth; the sky was the same sweet blue as a blue raspberry popsicle; up above a couple of strawberry red-chested robins were having a singing contest like they were on Ted Mack's Amateur Hour and four houses in a row had their lawns being worked on as the smell of newly shaved grass was fresh and green. Meanwhile everybody was busy looking around discussing all the stunning homes which punctuated the street.
"I see the influence of the Beaux Arts movement on this home", said Thomas.
"I must respectfully disagree with you", responded baby Jordan. "This is clearly an example of the French Normandy style of architecture. Just look at that steep roof line."
"You're a tinkle-monster!", snarled Thomas.
Just then, William yelled "WATCH OUT QUITO!" as he spied an open manhole in the middle of the sidewalk. But it was too late. Quito, who'd been walking a few paces ahead of everybody, disappeared down the cavern. Then, immediately the kids saw a set of arms come up from the hole, reach over to the cover which was laying next to the opening and close the tunnel. It all happened so fast, it was lickety-split. Before they knew it, Quito was gone. Simply outta here.
Jackson, always the clearheaded one, immediately said "He's been kidnapped! Miss Villain has kidnapped him." We better go back to the police right now.
"With great haste", added Thomas
"Grody, dude. This lady's totally uncool", uttered William.
Continued next week... Quito. Chapter 10. Wanda's Hide-Out
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