Story time...

Yes, YES! The Whizzinator! How in the hell could he forget the Whizzinator? But, he remembered that he packed it into the dead body that was bound for Tanzania via horseback.

But would it get there in time? Could he possible pull it off?

Just then, he remembered. His contact from the Smithsonian in Tazmania would be able to retrieve it for him and send it to London.

Later, Mr. Missing pulled into the airport. As he entered, out of the corner of his eye he saw two men dressed in black suits, staring directly at him.

He saw one holding an earpiece to his ear, the other was reaching for what seemed to be a gun. He didn't know what to do.

He shielded his face monentarily with his baggage. The two men came over, cutting in front of Missing. They went through the security gate, and the alarm went off. The security officer stopped them. One of the men gave the security officer his cell phone, and went back through the gate.

As they stolled by, Dick thought, I've seen them before.

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No, no, that couldn't be it, he thought. The Men in Black fought aliens. There are no aliens on this planet. At least, not of which he was sure.

One of the men in black slipped something to the security officer. The security officer nodded and let them both through, giving the cell phones back. The suited men picked up their pace, heading down the terminal.

Where were they going in such a hurry? He had to know.

Thankfully, he was next in line. After walking through the terminal without interruption, he picked up the pace. The men in front of him did as well. Power walk. Jog. Sprint. Dick Missing followed suit.

It was at that moment when a giant 40 foot robot with rocket boosters burst through the building. The robots red eyes glowed with disdain for Mr. Missing. The robot screamed "You've fucked my wife for the last time!"

Mr. Missing, having left the robot for dead months earlier, was taken aback.