When we last left our heroes, they had been abducted by Mysterious Villains.
In which we learn what happened to Cassandra:
The stifling hood was pulled off of Cassandra's head. She was grateful; it had smelled like potatoes. As her eyes adjusted to the brightness she realized why. It was a potato sack.
"How are you, Miss Captin?" said a voice.
Cassandra sat up. She was in a small white room, leaning against a large air duct with her hands cuffed behind her.
"Fine, Puerto. How are you?" she said.
"How about I'm better now I'm out of prison?" said Puerto, grinning. He paced back and forth, his hands behind his back.
Cassandra watched him silently.
"How about now you ask me how I escaped?" he said.
"No thank you," said Cassandra. Secretly, she was struggling with the handcuffs.
"How about it's a gripping story?"
"I'm sure it is," said Cassandra. "But I don't want to hear it.
Puerto raised his eyebrows.
"How about I'm going to call your father right now?"
"Are you going to tell on me?" said Cassandra in mock horror.
"How about I'm going to ask him for ransom money?"
"Por supuesto que lo harías, te secuestrador."
"How about we speak English, Miss Captin?"
"Some people can speak more than two languages," Cassandra sniffed.
"Mujer imposible!" cried Puerto.
"Secuestrador," spat Cassandra.
"No!" yelled Puerto.
"Villano! Ladron! Malo de la pelicula!"
Cassandra paused, thinking frantically for another name to call him.
"Senor de crimen!" she said at last.
"How about that's a compliment?" said Puerto.
"Believe me, it's not," said Cassandra.
"How about you stop talking before I make you?" hissed Puerto.
It was Cassandra's turn to raise her eyebrows. "Really?"
"How about your beloved Spoon Suit Man is at the mercy of the evil Clementine?" said Puerto.
"He's in jail."
"How about he escaped with me?"
"Oh come on. He's defeated Antioco before, he can do it again."
"How about not this time?" said Puerto. "How about there is a master plan?"
"Que es ridículo," mocked Cassandra.
"How about I'm going to call your father now?" threatened Puerto.
"Tell him I said hi," said Cassandra.
"How about no?" said Puerto. "How about when I call him he will hear you screaming in the background?"
"Tell him I stepped on a thumbtack," said Cassandra. She struggled even harder with the handcuffs.
Puerto rolled his eyes. "Que son ridículas," he muttered.
"Que?" said Cassandra.
"How about I will be back soon? And how about you will not like it when I return?" said Puerto and he left the room, his trench coat billowing behind him.
Cassandra smiled as the door shut. She had finally managed to work her hands free of the handcuffs. Finally she was grateful for the long hours her dad had made her spend practicing how to get out of handcuffs. Now all that remained was to open the air duct and escape - back to City Hall to find out what was going on. Her long blue skirt collected dust as she crawled through the metal duct.
"Senor," reported a nervous guard to Puerto five minutes later. "The señorita - she has escaped."
"Que??" said Puerto, outraged.
"Si," said the guard.
"Where has she gone?" asked Puerto.
"How... how should I know?" asked the nervous guard.
"How about she has gone to City Hall to rescue her beloved Spoon Suit Man?" said Puerto. "Sígueme!"
Enraged, Puerto ran out into the night air toward City hall.
Thursday: We find out what happened to Plucky!
Enraged, Puerto ran out into the night air toward City hall.
Thursday: We find out what happened to Plucky!
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