Agent Glyker squished into his small apartment and closed the door behind him. His plan had utterly failed. He was sore from being whacked with toilet plungers. He was sopping wet. And his Rabbid disguise had fallen apart the minute it touched the water. (Probably because he’d glued it together instead of sewing it. But sewing was hard.)
Still, was Agent Glyker discouraged? Dismayed? Ready to give up?
No! He was not!
“I just have to come up with a better plan,” he said to himself. When he was alone in his dingy little apartment, he often talked to himself. It helped him think.
He paced around his tiny living room, thinking.
The Rabbid disguise had seemed like the perfect way to get close enough to the Rabbids to grab one of them. But getting that close had turned out to be dangerous. He had the bruises to prove it.
“How can I get close enough to the Rabbids to gather lots of good intel about them without putting myself in danger?” Danger wasn’t the part of being a spy that Agent Glyker liked. He liked the secret stuff. The hidden stuff. The high-tech gadgets . . .
High-tech! That was the answer!
“A remote-controlled robot Rabbid!” he shouted. What a great idea! Glyker could build a robot that looked like a Rabbid. Then he could control it from a safe distance, so he wouldn’t be in any danger of getting hurt. Perfect!
After putting on dry clothes, Agent Glyker hurried out to buy everything he’d need to build a robot Rabbid. He’d finish it right away, even if he had to stay up all night working on it.
And that’s exactly what happened.
He was so excited to get started that he began building it right there in his car.
As the sun was coming up the next morning, Agent Glyker put the finishing touches on his robot Rabbid. He picked up the remote control and pushed the button to make the robot walk forward. Whirrr . . .
It worked!
But would the Rabbids think it was real?