Chapter 24
Drat! I can’t see a thing. I just hope Klosmo is going straight to his laboratory and not dillydallying around. I have secrets to uncover!
I hear a door opening. Wait.
We’ve stopped and he’s set the briefcase down. I can hear workers grunting. And that sounds like propulsion fluid swishing through pipes and into the robots’ fuel tanks. We must be in the laboratory!
Zarfloots! At least the glue has clogged my nostrils.
20 minutes later…
We’re moving again. Well, it’s about time! I was beginning to think that bespectacled blockhead had fallen asleep. We’re making our way down a long corridor and through another door. Klosmo is setting the briefcase down again and walking away.
I’m almost afraid to look.
Well, that’s better. Now I just need to access the Zorb files, find the planetoid’s location, hide until everyone leaves for the evening, climb up into the giant robot’s control dome, pilot it to that same planetoid, locate the Zorb, and take it for myself. Easy peasy!
Zarfloots! I forgot about the password. Well, how hard could it be to figure out? I just need to put myself in Klosmo’s head, to think like he would think.
ENTER PASSWORD:
IAMSTUPID
INVALID PASSWORD. TRY AGAIN.
ENTER PASSWORD:
IAMALOSER
INVALID PASSWORD. TRY AGAIN.
ENTER PASSWORD:
IAMASTUPIDLOSER
INVALID PASSWORD. TRY AGAIN.
ENTER PASSWORD:
EVERYBODYHATESME
INVALID PASSWORD. TRY AGAIN.
Okay, this is going nowhere fast. My own thoughts about that sad-sack scientist keep getting in the way. I may as well let a monkey type in passwords at this point. But it’s not my fault. It’s hard to concentrate when I can overhear Klosmo telling all those pathetic jokes to his assistants. How can they get any work done with such lame… WAIT! I’VE GOT IT!
ENTER PASSWORD:
HAR!
CORRECT PASSWORD.
I can’t believe that wasn’t my first guess. Not that it matters-I’m in the system! Now to access the Zorb data!
Ah, so that’s why it’s called the Zorb. Although they could have named it the Ploopydooper, for all I care. Now that I have the coordinates, all that remains is to hide until the laboratory empties, and the universe is as good as mine. ZOUNDS! If I weren’t 70 percent polyester, I’d be getting goose bumps right now!
In fact, I’m in such a wonderfully EVIL mood that, before I hide, I simply MUST get my revenge on that cretin Klosmo! I must make him suffer like he made me suffer for all those years. I must do something so awful, so heinous, so diabolically EVIL, that he will NEVER recover!
BWAHAHAHAHA!!!
Uh-oh. Someone’s coming! Time to play dead again. Who would give a second glance at a stuffed rabbit lying on a desk?
