THE CRAZY KINGS OF ROME

THE CRAZY KINGS OF ROME

Caligula was mad

Perhaps he was bad,

But he did make the Romans sad.

One fine day,

Caligula went to the Roman army to say:

“My warriors! You see,

Neptune, the god of the sea,

Has waged war on we!

So north we will go,

And stop the sea’s flow,

By stabbing the waves,

Where they hit the rocks and caves!”

So the army’s legions

Marched across many regions,

And reached the northern bay,

Where they stabbed in dismay,

At the ocean!

This happened many a day,

Till a general could say,

“ Let it be heard:

We have been stabbing for hours,

and now finally, victory is ours!”

At which the soldiers cheered.

However back home they couldn’t go,

For to march triumphantly to Rome,

They must have a trophy to show!

So, to go back home,

They each found,

By searching miles around,

A single sea shell,

And finally marched home to the ringing of a bell!

However, Caligula, was still intent

In making his horse a senator

As you can imagine, the other senators were not content!

A few days later, causing much disorder,

Happened Caligula’s murder!

So next came Nero,

Who thought himself a hero!

But, to make the Romans happy, failed even Nero-

When the fire of Rome

Was destroying houses, pillars and domes,

He sat singing and playing his lyre

While Rome burned like a funeral pyre.

Well, he may or may not have been a hero,

But he did succeed in letting Rome burn to zero!

A few years later, Domitian came along,

But even he didn’t succeed in pleasing the Roman throng.

He built himself a palace with a great big dome,

So he could invite lots of guests home !

However, this invitation was a deadly one!

Why?

Because, after all the feasting and fun was done,

And all the guests were in their beds,

In the morning, they saw,

A guest was dead!

And Domitian had cut off and displayed his head,

All gory, bloody, and red!

As the guests cowered in fear,

Or shed a tear,

Domitian gave an evil sneer!

Domitian may or may not have been right,

But he did give his guests a fright!

-Devanshika Bajpai

DAWN

DAWN

Swirls of fog,

Misty sky,

Birds a-fly.

A beautiful morning,

The nightingale is singing,

A splash,

And a crash.

From the water jumps a fish,

Which a fisherman sticks on a dish

Then the sun appears,     

The clouds disappear!

The morning dew,

Seen by few,

Except for the ant crew,

Walking in a line,

Working even on a morning so fine.

A foot comes near,

The ants disperse quickly in fear!

A lotus in bloom,

In the water’s gloom,

The leaves sway,

The wind showing them the way.

The squirrels join in the fray,

Squeaking and creaking,

Tapping and slapping,

Their nuts in their paws,

Which they silently gnaw,

In the corner sits a fawn,

On the bright green lawn,

Watching, like us, the beauty of dawn!

                                       -Devanshika Bajpai

                                                                     

JESS IN A MESS !

JESS IN A MESS !

(Which animal can i be?)

Jess was always in a mess-

The sparrows thought she was a pest, 

always messing with their nest.

The monkeys thought she was mad,

The lions thought she was bad.

So what animal could she be?

So Jess decided to see,

which animal was she.

So she travelled far and wide,

saw mountains and ocean tide,

she saw swiss cows chewing cud,

‘But,” she thought, “I don’t roll in mud,”

then she saw a crow,

flying to and fro.

“But,” she thought, “I can’t fly, Oh, no!”

“I’ll never find out which animal am I!

It, I believe, is hopeless to try!”

So she wandered,

thought, and pondered,

“Hey! Want some Hay?”

said a horse, speaking norse.

“but,” she thought, “I cannot eat hay! Nay!”

So she went on, looking remorse, till,

she came to a  white pelican with a big bill

sitting on a window ledge,

“But,” she thought, ‘I cannot sit on a window sill!”

So Jess wandered past a hedge, 

a waterfall,

and a shopping mall,

till she reached  a building,

In front of which stood a man holding,

Creatures which looked like her,

with a snout, ears and fur!

They ate her favorite food-

Big white bones!

“Oh!” she thought , “Perhaps I could,

be with them and stay in their homes.”

Suddenly, the man caught her,

tied her and brought her,

to a big room with animals like her,

even with the same colored fur!

“Well,” she asked, “Where can I be?”

“In our home,” said the others.

“Look out the window, you will see!”

so Jess looked  and saw,

“What? There’s only a marshy bog, surrounded by fog!”

“Really? Anyway, you are a dog!”

“A dog?” 

“Can I stay with you?” asked Jess

“Yes, for we are few!” they replied.

“Yes!” Jess cried

And so she stayed,

for the rest of her days,

With the other dogs in the house in the fog

In the middle of a marshy bog.

-Devanshika Bajpai

CAKE

CAKE

‘Cake’ is a word that almost the whole world knows. From delicate French pastries to New York Cheesecake, from the English Sponge Cakes to Mississippi Mud Pies, cake is something that has a variation in almost every part of the world. The story of how this came into being, however, is known by few….

Once, in an old Neolithic village, a young girl named Lee-Nara watched her mother make their food from oat, grains and other plain things. Suddenly, her younger brother began to wail.

 “Watch the food till I come back,” instructed her mother. The girl watched the hot stone on which her mother cooked.  She picked up the grains and dropped them on the hot stone, trying to cook like her mother. Her mother took the grains, dipped them in a strange thing which she called Water, and put them on the stone. Then mother took them off and put them on a flat rock with a white powder they got from the sea to eat. Lee-Nara picked up another handful, crushing the grains by mistake.

“Uh-oh!” she thought, rolling it into a ball like the other children did with the lumps of some thing their parents got for them to make models. It looked like mud and they were always teasing her as she was the only child in the village who did not have it.

 “Well, I’ll make models with grains and eat them too!” she thought, adding the white powder to the ball. Then she pressed the ball onto the hot stone, and waited. When it finally got baked, her mother was back. She offered her a bite.

 “Why! This tastes good!” said her mother, and then the girl taught her to make it. They called all the villagers, and even the other children were in awe of her. She stood proudly, giving everybody the dish she had made.

“What’s it called?” asked someone. Then she realized she hadn’t even named it.

“It’s called Kaka, after the grains that made it!” she said after a while. This was the first salty ‘cake’.

Years later, the Greeks made a new discovery. A young boy named Icharius was eating honey and dates in his villa’s kitchen while his mother made satura, balls made from oats. She kept putting them on a plate. Icharius picked up the plate with his honey covered hands, splattering honey on all the balls and flattening them.

“Really! This is very careless of you! You are now going to get no more, go and eat these if you are hungry!” scolded his mother. Icharius meekly picked up one and began to eat it. Surprisingly, it tasted amazing!

“Mater, try one!” he said. His mother gave him a suspicious look but bit into one of them.

“This tastes excellent! We shall have these for the great feast tonight! Get the honey and date jars!” she exclaimed. He smiled, and ran to get the jars.

“Mater, what shall we call it?” he asked.

“How about plakous, as they are flat?” suggested his mother (obviously, ‘plakous’ is greek for flat!).

“Perfect!” Icharius grinned….

When the Romans took over Greece, they also added their part to the history of cake.

They used to give fruits, flowers and meat as offerings to their gods. One year, there was a terrible drought and people were dying. The emperor made offerings every day, but nothing happened, till one day, one of the priests, who was a Greek, had an idea.

“You’re Highness?  If you don’t mind may I suggest something?” asked the priest one morning as the worried looking Emperor made his daily offering.

“Not at all. What is it?” replied the weary Emperor.

“Sire, perhaps the gods are tired of your offerings!” he suggested.

“That is a good theory, but what else can we give them?” sighed the Emperor.

“If I may suggest, a Greek dish named Plakous?” said the priest.

“Call my cooks! You will teach them to make this Plakous of yours, and then we shall see,” said the Emperor, clapping his hands.

So the priest was taken to the palace kitchens, where he made the Plakous.

“Ah, but may I add something from our country?” asked the Roman cook.

“Sure!” said the priest. The Roman made a pastry base and placed the Plakous on top.

When it was finished, the Emperor used it for his evening offering, and priest watched nervously. The next day, miraculously, the River Tiber flooded, bringing much needed water. The priest and cook were famous! That dish, was called libum, and was like a modern cheese cake.

The medieval English, of course, were not to be left behind…

It was early morning in the castle, and King Henry the Eighth had ordered a great feast that evening. So the kitchen was in chaos, as a young girl, named Anne, about 3, sat at a table eating breakfast as her mother, the dessert cook, made fruit salad and milk bread pudding while chatting with her friend, the baker, who was making loaves of bread to be eaten with soup. She was eating some of the uncooked bread batter and milk pudding. She dipped one hand in the bread and another in the sugar and milk mixture for the pudding, putting both in her mouth at the same time.

“Mum, how many salads do you have to make?” she asked thoughtfully

“Two hundred, dear! Now finish eating and help me soon!” smiled her mother.

The girl liked the taste of the mixture of bread and milk, and decided to mix both. She poured the sugar and the milk into the bread batter and picked an interesting looking powder and poured it in. Then she mixed it and ran to help her mother. The baker, who had not noticed all the mixing going on behind her back, simply poured the mixture into the bread tin, and set it to bake. Later, at the feast, when the ambassador from the Holy Roman Empire took a piece and bit into it, the baker watched nervously.

“Why, Henry! Your cooks have grown in their culinary discoveries. They have made this interesting sweet bread. Tell me, is this a traditional English secret recipe?” he asked.

“Sweet Bread? Why, I have never heard of such a thing!” The King cried in surprise, placing one slice in his mouth.

“BAKER!” King Henry bellowed the moment he chewed it.

“Y-yes, you’re Majesty?” stammered the baker.

“Where did you get this recipe from?” asked the King.

“Your Highness, I did not make it. I made the bread batter, kept it on the kitchen table and began to clear up. I suppose someone mixed sugar in as I was cleaning, sire! Goodness knows who it was, but it was not me!” said the Baker.

“Well, then one of you must have seen someone taking some sugar!” the king bellowed at the cooks and maids.

“Your Highness, I had made the Milk and sugar topping for the bread pudding and left it on the table as I made the base along with the bread batter. Perhaps someone mixed them both,” said the cook.

“Who was it? Own up!” said the king.

“You’re Majesty? It was me!” said the dessert cook’s daughter, Anne.

“Dear, don’t irritate the king-“

“SILENCE! LET THE CHILD SPEAK!” shouted the king.

“I thought it would taste good, and mixed them both with some powder I noticed lying on the table, your highness,” said Anne boldly.

“It was you? Then this proves how irresponsible my kitchen staff are, to let someone add something to the food without them noticing!” called the King. The Dessert Cook and the Baker looked at each other, frightened.

“However, this young girl has made a culinary discovery! She has converted normal bread into and extraordinary creation! I would like everyone here to applaud for her new dish!” said the king, standing up and clapping.

“Thank you! Now, what should we call this?” asked the King after everyone had finished clapping. There was a volley of suggestions.

“Sweet Bread!”

“Sugared Bread!”

“Baked Sweet Dish!”

“Sugary Flour!”

“STOP!” bellowed King Henry.

“Let the girl decide!” said the king, turning to her.

“Sire, if I may interrupt, can I make a suggestion?” said the Royal Historian.

“Go on,” said the king patiently.

“We could call it cake, after the first bread ever made, perhaps?” said the Historian.

“I think it is a great idea!” said Anne, before the king could say anything.

“ALL RIGHT! I HEREBY NAME THIS DISH “CAKE”. DOES ANYONE OPPOSE?” shouted the King. No one moved.

“THEN IT IS SETTLED. THIS DISH IS NAMED CAKE!” shouted the king, as everyone burst into applause.

Nowadays, baking powder and baking soda are used as raising agents in cake instead of yeast. Cake can be chocolate, vanilla, iced, or not iced, a cupcake or a muffin, a layer cake or a plain cake. It can be any shape size, or color. Now, it can be eaten by anyone, rich or poor, but in earlier times, only the king could eat it and it was expensive to make. 

During World War 2, cakes were made with crushed chestnut and other nuts as substitutes for flour, just as the first cake was made, thousands of years ago. Cake has been made in many ways- the Mexican wedding cakes, as small as toffees, or the huge layered cakes of Europe. Every region has it’s own variety of cake, and cake, whether it is called Tiramisu or Gateau, is still made basically the way the little Tudor girl mixed it all those years ago- with Flour, eggs, butter, milk and sugar! Cake is a term that is almost universally known by everyone, whether it is sweet chocolate brownie or the spicy Tofu- Jalapeño cakes……

Bat Duck Episode 3- Return of the Bat Duck

Bat Duck – Episode 3

Return of the Bat Duck

It was a lazy afternoon on Farmer Maddock’s farm, in Auroville, India. In the cow shed an alarm blared suddenly!

“Bat Duck, Piggy!” called a black and brown cow wearing glasses.

“Coming, Professor Boofey!” called a duck, running towards the cow with a piglet hurtling along behind her. These were historical heroes- Bat Duck, with her super sonic quack which could drive anything away from her, and Piggy, with his nose, which when wagged, produced a smell that made people run away from him. Prof. Boofey was their friend and helper, and the maker of the time machine they used to travel back in time and save history. They worked for an organization called as the HSH- Historical Super heroes, from a hundred years in the future, who worked to stop their rival organization, HHH- Haters of Historical heroes, from destroying history and taking over the world.

Just then, they were running to the unused cow shed that was their time machine.

“Prof, what is it?” asked Bat Duck.

“It’s me, that’s what it is!” called a voice from the video screen. It was Dave bull, CEO of the HSH, AKA D.

“I’ve got a new mission for you lot, if you’ll accept it…” he said, grinning.

“Of course we will, D. So what is the mission?” asked the Professor.

“Well, the HHH have been sending agents to Provence, France, on  9^th August, 1944. We’ve already sent an agent there, I’ll send the coordinates to your time machine to land where she is- she will be helping you. Prof, the HHH are helping the French resistance and the Nazis, both.” He shrugged and the screen blinked off.

“Here are the coordinates. Ok, Bat Duck and Piggy get ready, because we are going to France in the middle of the Second World War!” smiled the professor and they were whipped back in time.

“Here we are. Now, to get our disguises on…” said BD. Walking to the disguise closet. She pulled out a black dress with a white jacket, white hat, and black gloves. There were also rubber shoes.

“Well, Prof, give me my Blender, will you? And put it in flower mode- I’ll wear it on my hat. And why did they wear such boring shoes in this time?” She said, pulling on her clothes, and the HSH badge which enabled her to change to Super Hero mode. She stuck her blender on her hat and turned to the professor, who was wearing a khaki suit, a white shirt, a black bowler hat, and black shoes and socks. He was wearing his blender as a khaki colored tie. The blender was a device which allowed them to look human (hence the name-‘blender’).

“Well, they were taking all the wood for the war, so obviously there were no heels or wooden shoes. And they didn’t use so much plastic at that time” said the professor. Piggy had transformed into a cat and was wearing his blender as a collar and his HSH badge as a tag on the collar reading ‘Paws’. They walked out of the shed when a lady who obviously owned the building whose garden they had landed in, as she was wearing a badge that read “Owner” with a logo that matched the one on the building, a star with ‘Star’s bakery’ below it walked up to them; with a  little girl, presumably her daughter, trotting behind her. She was wearing a blue dress with an apron over it. The apron’s pocket held a spoon and a whisk, and she was wearing a white chef’s hat with a smiley badge on it.

“What are you doing here-“

“Mommy, they’re wearing the same badge as you! See!” cried the little girl interrupting her mother.

“Oh. Are you Professor Boofey, Bat Duck and Piggy?” she asked, pulling off the smiley faced button. She changed on the spot to another of the HSH agents, as she had an HSH badge.

“Good Morning. I’m Star and this is my daughter Nina,” she said, adjusting her daughter’s hair clip. “D sent me here to find out what the HHH are doing. I’m running the bakery as a cover- my hobby is baking. Just call me Fleur in front of my customers- they don’t know that I’m an HSH agent, obviously. And the invasion of Provence, which is this town, by the British is planned 6 days from now. The HHH are helping the French Resistance, and the Allies, but also the Nazis. I think they plan to make both sides invincible so that finally when they are tired of fighting and start getting weak, the HHH can take over Europe.” She finished.

“Whoa. What a plan…” sighed the Professor. Meanwhile, Nina was tickling Piggy.

“Mommy, look what a cute little cat! Can we keep it?” she asked.

“No, dear, see, it belongs to the Professor and Bat Duck.” said Star gently.

“She can play with him if she like” said Bat Duck kindly. Just then, the phone rang inside the bakery.

“Nina, go see who it is” said Star. Nina ran into the garden, and ran down the pathway which went to the back door.

“She likes the longer way around the house” smiled Star. After a while, they began to wonder where she was. As they went towards the house to investigate, she called, “Mommy, its D. He wants to speak to you.” Star went off and there were muffled sounds and she came back out.

“He just wanted to see if you reached safely” said Star.

“Star, why did you change your Blender? It’s a pin now” asked Bat Duck curiously.

“Oh-uh, just for a change, you know? Come on, we need to get going to the Nazi fortress. Nina, stay here!” called Star as she walked down the path.

“Are we walking all the way?” groaned Prof. Boofey.

“It’s very close, so we are walking as a vehicle may make noise” replied Star. Soon they saw giant grey walls with spikes, surrounding a grim, grey building with almost no windows.

“How are we going to get in? I and Piggy can fly in superhero mode, but you and the Professor?” Bat Duck asked Star. 

“Oh, I have a pass to get in” said Star, flashing a square piece of paper at a guard.

“Huh? But won’t they see that we’re HSH agents?” asked the Professor.

“No. they are too stupid to realize that!” said Star airily. Bat Duck and the Professor exchanged glances. Star led them towards the door and then down a staircase.

“Star, where are we going?” asked Prof. Boofey.

“Oh, to the dungeons” replied Star.

“Why the dungeons?” asked Bat Duck, puzzled.

“To imprison you, and keep you from getting in our way, you stupid HSH agents!” she said turning around.

“Quit joking, Star, we’re on a serious mission. Where are we going really?” said the Professor sternly.

“Oh, but I am serious, we are really going to the dungeon. GUARDS!” she clapped her hands thrice.

“Star, are you crazy? You’ll get us imprisoned!” said Bat Duck, trying to pull her and run as they heard footsteps.

“Oh, but that is exactly what I want. And by the way, a correction to your sentence. I am going to get you imprisoned, not myself!” said Star. Then blue uniformed guards pushed open the doors and grabbed Piggy, Prof. Boofey and bat Duck!

“Take them away and lock them in the deepest dungeon!” commanded Star.

“Star? You’re a double agent?” said Bat Duck unbelievingly.

“What more proof do you want? Guards, take them away!” cackled Star, turning and walking off. The guards grabbed them ad took them to an underground corridor where there were jail cells on either side. The guards locked them in a large, grey room with one tiny window in the side. There were three beds of straw, and a table, and a door in the side to a bathroom. The Guard grabbed they’re blenders.

“These will go to the storage room. Right. Carl, get me the chores list!” the guard called to another one, who ran and gave him a long piece of paper. “Names?” asked the guard.

“Bat Duck, Prof. Boofey, Piggy” replied Bat Duck. The guard wrote them down.

“Now, each of you have one chore to do. You there, duck; you will clean the windows on this floor. And the pig, you will clean the walls of your cell. And you, cow, will clean the floor in this corridor. And its wood, covered in wax, so clean properly. Your chore time starts in 10 mins and you have 45 minutes to do it!” the guard said, walking off. A guard pushed them into the cell and locked the door. The Professor groaned.

“To think the HSH had a double agent! I must tell D as he may send more agents and they shall also be caught in this manner!” he sighed. “Six days from now, the British shall invade, and the Nazis will fight back. They shall keep fighting, however, as the HHH have made them both invincible! Then the HHH will take over and the world shall be doomed!” sighed Bat Duck. Then a guard came and opened their door.

“Chore time starts now!” called someone. He handed bat Duck a cloth, soap and water, and piggy got the same. The Professor got a mop and a bucket of water. Soon they finished their chores and went into their cells. Piggy looked out the window and the Professor and Bat Duck played 20 questions. After a while, it became dark and a voice called. “Lights out!” and everyone lay down on their straw beds, shut their eyes and almost immediately fell asleep. Later in the night, the Professor awoke to strange tapping sounds on the wall. He put his ear to the wall.

“Hmmm… Long, long, short, long… Morse code! It says, ‘Robert Cahill Henderson.’ Oh, yes! Now we can escape! I understood!” murmured the Professor, grinning. He tapped back a thank you in Morse code on the wall and went back to sleep.  The next morning, he woke Bat Duck. “We are going to escape! It will take around 3 days, but we’ll manage.” He said happily.

“How?” Bat Duck said puzzled. The Professor told her about the Morse code message.

“Robert Cahill Henderson? How does that help?” said Bat duck, still puzzled.

“Well, you see, I read about him in a book. This guy got imprisoned for trying to assassinate Mark Twain in the 1800s. In jail, he got the same duty as me- cleaning floors. Every day, he scraped a little wax off the floor. After he had enough wax, he made the impression of the key of his jail cell on the wax and used it to escape!” said the Professor.

“Excellent! But who sent you that message?” asked Bat Duck.

“I don’t know but we’ll free them the night we escape. And when we’re free we’ll take a trip to their experiment room and try to stop the HHH!” finished the Professor. So for the next few days the Professor scraped wax off the floor every chore time. After three days, he felt he had enough wax.

“But how to get the key for the impression?” he mused to Bat Duck.

“I have a plan. See, you keep talking to the guard while piggy goes around the back and gets the key!” she replied.

“All right!” said the Professor. Bat Duck whispered the plan to Piggy, who agreed. As the guard came their way on his rounds, the Professor went up to him.

“I’ve heard the Nazis have amazing technology and weapons! Is it true you have weapons to destroy a million people at a time?” asked the professor.

“No, but….” Soon the Professor and the guard were engaged in conversation. Then piggy went towards the guard. He grabbed the key off a hook and winked at the professor, which was the signal that he had got the key. Then he passed Bat Duck the key behind his back. Bat Duck made the impression and passed the key to piggy again, who put it back on the guard’s hook and winked at the professor twice. This was the signal for the professor to stop talking.

“Thanks for the information! It was very interesting to know all of that!” said the Professor.

“Any time!” said the guard, continuing on his rounds.

“That was great! And I learned that they keep their weapons in a shed in the south corner of the fortress grounds” said the Professor, high fiving Bat Duck. They finished their chores and at night, used the key to open the door of the cell.

“Freedom!” cried Bat Duck as they tiptoed into the corridor. They walked towards the next cell. And pushed open the door...

“You!” cried the Professor.

“Yes, me...” said the voice. A figure moved into the light.

“Star! So they imprisoned you, too! Professor, lock her back in!” said Bat Duck angrily.

“Wait! Listen to me! I am Star! The one who made them imprison you is my twin, Sky! She is part of the HHH and is identical to me. The day you came here, when Nina ran into the house, they kidnapped her and replaced her with Sky’s daughter in disguise. When I went in to check on her, they grabbed me also and got us here. Then they locked us up, and sent Sky to lure you here so they could imprison you too. I saw you coming in and saw the guard giving the professor floor cleaning duty. Then I sent you the Morse message. And you did follow the instructions?” finished Star.

“Yes. Now come on, we need to destroy the HHH’s plans here once and for all!” said Bat Duck.

“For the HSH!” they cried, running out the door of the fortress, which, surprisingly, was open. They ran into the shed, which was huge. The door of the shed also was open and it seemed empty. As they walked in, a voice came out of the darkness.

“Ah, HSH agents! You have fallen into my trap! Didn’t you think that the great doors of the Nazi fortress would have at least some security? No? And then the shed where the most powerful weapons ever made are stored and from where a whole fortress is controlled would simply be left empty and unguarded? You are stupid, HSH, and now we HHH shall rule the world from this point in time onwards!” said the voice, laughing. Then the lights suddenly came on and there, in plain sight, sat a large bull with a purple shawl and a badge reading: ‘Codename:   Kill M, Rank: Xow. Code: 002KMX.’ The Xows were the HHH’s most high ranking operatives, the Xows and Zucks. 

“Well? Hah! The HSH’s agents caught and at the mercy of the HHH! Tell me your director D’s plans and you may live!” commanded Kill M, sneering.

“Never! You evil HHH shall never rule the world!” said Bat Duck loudly.

“And you will be first to die, insolent Duck!” shouted Kill M, raising his sword. Then, suddenly in a lightning movement, Nina ran forward and knocked Kill M’s sword out of his hands.

“Mommy! Get his sword!” she cried, running away.

 “You little-“Here!” Star grabbed the sword and threw it to Bat Duck and Kill M was cut short. Bat Duck threw the sword at a big red button in the controls where Kill M had been sitting.

“NO! THAT WAS THE SELF DESTRUCT BUTTON! THIS FORTRESS AND SHED WILL EXPLODE IN 18 SECONDS!” cried Kill M. He started to run out the door and block up the entrance, but the Professor was too quick for him. He caught Kill M.

“RUN!” he cried and pulled everyone out of the door and through the gate. “Bat Duck! Use your Quack! Get everyone away from the shed! Piggy, you get everyone out of the fortress with your smell!” shouted the Professor.  So as people ran out of the fortress, Kill M was trampled in the rush of soldiers and guards running out of the building. The prisoners had been freed and were running, too, as a large red alarm was blaring: “SELF DESTRUCT!” Everyone soon ran out of the gate, including Kill M. Then the whole building and the shed blew up and there were only ashes left. Kill M tried to run away, but Star caught him.

“You are gong straight to the future, to D!” and she pressed something on a remote she had. Soon, everything was quiet again and the professor, piggy and Bat Duck were on their way home again.

“What about you, Star? Should we drop you home?” asked Bat Duck.

“Oh, I have my own time machine! I’ll be fine! Bye!” said Star, waving along with Nina. Then they were swept away and landed up in the Farm again, and the video screen blinked on.

“Good work, agents! You stopped the HHH once again! Prof, I’ll be sending over your future blend coffee. Star is also back, safe and sound along with Nina. Sorry about Sky and getting imprisoned and all that… Also, I’ll be sending your rewards over! And, today’s date and time will be the same as when you left- time in the present freezes for you when you go back in time. See you next time, I hope!” said D, and started to switch the screen off.

“Hang on, D! You’ll need to send us new blenders- ours got burned down in the fortress!” said the Professor.

“All right! Good Work once again, agents!” said D and the screen blinked off. A flap opened below the screen and deposited 3 boxes, each labeled with one of their names. “Ah! D has sent first rate coffee powder this time!” said the Professor, smelling the powder. He also pulled out a blender.

“Great! D has sent me a cool gadget! It’s a round button which can detect any other agents of the HHH or HSH around!” said Bat Duck. “It’s called the Detector3000!” she added. Peggy’s gift was a coupon for a lifetime supply of Pig Feed from the nearby department store. He snuck into the kitchen and planted the coupon where Molly Maddock, Farmer Maddock’s niece, who fed the animals, would surely see it. Soon, Piggy had a trough full of feed and was munching on it happily. Professor Boofey had made his coffee on a coffee machine hidden in time machine, which was his cow shed. He had made the machine himself, so that whenever he wanted coffee he wouldn’t have to sneak into the kitchen of the farmhouse for it.

“Here’s to many more exciting missions like this ahead of us and to future blend coffee!” said Professor Boofey, raising his coffee mug.

“Yes! And to may more defeats of the HHH by the HSH like today’s!” agreed Bat Duck. And so continued another lazy afternoon at Farmer Maddock’s farm……