Wheatley W. Wheatley felt proud of herself—another mission had been successfully completed and the kid—an adult in the body of a ten-year-old—was on his way to the Osama bin Laden Madrassas to rescue the femme fatale of his dreams.  Once there he would be on his own. They would gobble him up and spit him out but it would be his own fault for embarking on a fool’s errand. She had never heard of a ten-year-old trying anything so ridiculous.

 Bernard Piffy, private detective, greatest fool in the world, lay in a pool of blood in the Madrassas courtyard, the Keeper that had tried to kill him sprawled across his legs, bleeding all over him, pinning him to good old Mother Earth like a creepy crawler in one of Opie Taylor’s bug collections. He wanted in the worst way to get up and run. Time was a-wasting!