table.
“Now, I guess you know why I brung him to the castle,” Lucky Bucky said to Max and 99. “The act’s got a couple bugs in it.”
“Oh? I didn’t notice,” Max said. “What seems to be the trouble?”
“It don’t always work out the way it’s supposed to.”
“Well, I don’t see why that should bother you,” Max said. “As long as he can turn somebody into something else, what difference does it make what it is?”
“Yes, a jet is just as good as a commuter train,” 99 said.
“But suppose he tried to turn an audience into slaves and the people turned out to be revolutionists?” Lucky Bucky replied. “There I’d be, in control of the world, and a bunch of trouble-makin’ revolutionists tryin’ to get it away from me! Bother, bother, bother. I wouldn’t be able to sleep nights.”
“How do you plan to correct the little, uh, defect?” Max asked.
“Practice. He spends six hours a day turning people into other people-or things. We use the guards. They don’t mind. They’re actors.”
Max looked over at the guards. “Actors? They certainly act like guards.”
“They think they are,” Lucky Bucky replied. “They’re all hypnotized. I got them out here by putting an ad in the paper saying I had a job open for an actor to play the part of an actor playing the part of a guard. When they got here to apply for the job, I had Guru Baby zop ’em with his magic eye.”
“Are you sure they’re hypnotized?” 99 said. “Maybe they’re just acting.”
“No, they’re zopped, all right.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“If they were acting, they’d want their names up in lights out front.”
Max leaned back in his chair. “Well, that was a fine meal,” he said. “But-” He glanced at his watch. “-I think we better be going now. Our Chief is probably wondering where we are.”
“Max Baby,” Lucky Bucky protested. “It’s still early. You can’t go yet. I had some more entertainment planned.”
“Oh? What did you have in mind?”
“I figured I’d execute you and your friend here.”
Max’s eyes became slits. “You’re hinting again, aren’t you?”
“Then let me put it another way-a way you can understand. You’ve had your last meal, now you get your just desserts-death
“But that’s murder!” 99 said. She turned to Guru Optimo. “Are you going to just sit there and let him do this!”
He grinned broadly. “Good dog, Black Beauty,” he replied.
“Ah. . Black Beauty is a horse,” Max informed him.
Guru Optimo turned his smile on Max. “But, daughter, Thomas’s inventions are so impractical. Why would anybody even
“Somehow, I don’t think I’m getting through to him,” Max mused.
4
Lucky Bucky rose. “Everybody up,” he said. “Time for the guests to get it in the neck.”
But Max and 99 remained seated. “Just a minute,” Max said. “I have an alternate suggestion. Why go to all the bother of killing us? Why not have Guru Optimo make us think we’re something else? Frankly, I think I’d look much better as, say, the Lexington Avenue Subway, than I’d look as a corpse.”
“Me, too,” 99 said.
Max turned to her. “99, there can’t be two Lexington Avenue Subways. We’d bump. Why don’t you become the Canarsie Line? They cross near Union Square, and that way we’d still get to see each other occasionally.”
“All right, Max.”
“All wrong, Max Baby,” Lucky Bucky said. “I can’t take a chance on hypnotizing you. You’re too dangerous. I’ll tell you the truth, once, one of Guru Baby’s zop victims recovered from the zop. Suppose that happened in your case? You’d tell the whole world how I plan to turn everybody into a slave. The minute I spotted you, Max Baby, I said to myself, ‘Lucky Bucky Baby, there’s a blabbermouth!’ ”
“Then you leave us no choice,” Max said. “Duty commands us to attempt to escape.” Again, he turned to 99. “Are you ready, 99?”
“Of course, Max. What did you have in mind?”
“This!”
Max jumped up, turning the table over. “Run, 99! The door!”
They ran toward the exit.
“Zop’em!” Lucky Bucky cried.
A flash of light exploded in front of Max and 99.
They dived behind a sofa.
“Trapped!” Lucky Bucky shouted exultantly.
“Not quite yet!” Max called. “He can’t zop us unless he looks us straight in the eye.”
“Guards!” Lucky Bucky bellowed. “Shoo’em out from behind that sofa!”
The guards began closing in on Max and 99.
“Max! What can we do?” 99 said fearfully.
“Keep moving, 99. And, whatever you do, don’t look him in the eye!”
As the guards reached the sofa, Max and 99 dashed from behind it.
Three flashes of light-Zop, Zop, Zop-brightened the room.
Max and 99 ducked behind a chair. They peeked out.
One of the guards had rolled up in a ball on the floor.
“Watch out for my seeds!” the guard warned.
“What happened?” 99 said, perplexed.
“Apparently that guard got in the way of a zop,” Max replied.
“What does he think he is?”
“A watermelon, evidently.”
Another guard began racing around the room, his motor roaring, knocking over furniture.
“Max. . is he a-”
“Yes, I’m afraid so, 99-a hit-and-run driver. Watch out for him!”
The hit-and-run driver zoomed by Lucky Bucky, narrowly missing him.
“Come out of there and let me kill you!” Lucky Bucky called to Max and 99.
“With that crazy driver in the room?” Max answered. “We could get killed!”
The other guards were now closing in on the chair.
“Let’s go, 99!”
They dashed out into the open, headed for the overturned table.
There were three more flashes of light-Zop, Zop, Zop!
But Max and 99 reached the table safely.
They peeked out.
One of the guards dived into the fireplace, then rose up the chimney.
“What, Max?” 99 asked.
“A balloon would be my guess.”
“What about that guard over there? The one who’s standing at attention and blinking his eyes.”
“Well, let’s see. . The right eye seems to be blinking red and the left eye seems to be blinking green, so I’d guess that he thinks he’s a traffic signal.”
At that moment, the hit-and-run driver raced through a red light, then crashed through a wall and roared off down a corridor.
