Friday, April 29, 2016

THE RESURRECTION OF DR. MONTGOMERY AND THE CLONES



 

 

[ SYNOPSIS ]



[Three years had passed since Brad Pennington and his sister Jennifer had battled

the insane Dr. Montgomery and twelve of his clones in Mt. Moriah Cemetery. Brad’s

Irish ancestors had risen from the dead in full battle dress to even the odds. The time span

had done little to heal Brad or his sister’s memories.]

One of those early spring weekends descended upon the City Of Brotherly Love

and Brad and his sister Jennifer, packed a picnic lunch and headed downtown to the

historical district. The stress of battling Dr. Montgomery in four separate encounters, still

showed in both their faces but they were survivors cut from the cloth of liberty. No one

but Brad realized how important his sister had been when she stepped back into his life.

Of course, losing his wife to the mad genius, forever changed him but Jen had

gathered the remnants of his mind and healed him, not as a replacement but more like a

close companion, reminiscent of their early childhood. It was her awareness that sunny

spring day that allowed him an instant before six more clones, three exactly like Brad, the

other three like Jennifer, staged an attack once again in full sight of families strolling

Independence Park.

Brad had adopted modern warfare and pulled his Glock 37 pistol and aimed at

his exact image and squeezed the trigger. Before he could fire again, he was knocked

unconscious. When he awoke, the police, fire department ambulance and curious, always

the curious surrounded him.

“Where is Jen?”

“She’s been abducted,” a spectator said. “Two men and three girls spirited her

off in a BMW a few minutes ago. The other guy’s chest was blown apart.”

“Did you get the plate number?” A policeman asked.

“Sorry, it happened so fast, I didn’t think about it.”

Lieutenant Joseph Calloway of the Philadelphia police arrived

“Dr, Pennington, we meet again. How is it you’re still alive?”

“Beats me, Montgomery’s kidnapped Jennifer again. He obviously wants

something from me.”

“Like secret formulas?”

“No comment, did they leave any notes?”

“Notes? Not that a know of. Did you implant a tracking device in your sister?“

“Yes, are you getting a reading?”

“We are but what if they discover it?”

“Not likely, it was surgically implanted.”

“Well, it’s tracking toward the Pocono’s.”

“So finally, we’ll find the rat nest and eliminate the snakes.”

“What about your sister?”

“Commando raid.”

“Are you serious? The FBI’s not qualified.

“We won’t use the FBI.”

“Well who then?”

“Navy Seals.”

You have that influence, Dr. Pennington?”

“I do, Montgomery’s working on some sort of mind, projection control for Isis.”

“Do you need our help doctor?”

“We can always use your help Lieutenant. Now here’s my plan……………”

 







I guess you thought all cats were sweet. T
UUMPH!, UUMPH





I sat at La Floridita bar in Havana. Ava Gardner perched on a bar stool to my

left and my best friend in the world, Earnest Hemingway on my right. We had been

drinking sugar free rum daiquiris and telling tall tales for hours when Ava slipped her

hand to my thigh and leaned over to kiss me. Her eyes were luminous pools of desire

and her rose lips quivered slightly as her face drew closer. I closed my eyes and………

Meow! Meo…………w!

She started to lick my face, not Ava but my eighteen pound calico, Miss Kitty.

I closed my eyes and saw Ava fade away from my dream.

“Damn it Miss Kitty, you know better.”

She snuggled closer. Meow! Meow!

“What do you want, cat?”

“You of all people know, my breakfast.”

I bolted out of bed and searched my room for the voice.

“What are you looking for Dean.”

I froze in stride. The calico had just talked to me. When I tried to speak to her,

“ Uumph uumph” Lord, I couldn’t utter a word.

I stumbled to my kitchen, opened a can of Friskies for Miss Kitty, threw my

clothes on and bolted out the door. I practiced speaking in my car as I traveled through

traffic, nothing but ‘uumph, uumph.’

The First National Bank Of Miami’s sign greeted me as I entered the foyer, took

the elevator to the ninth floor. ’uumph, uumph,’ nothing. Doris Dinglefoot my blonde

receptionist with a 1950’s bullet bra chest, greeted me with a smile.

“Good morning Mr. Davenport.”

“uumph, uumph,” I answered.

“Do you have a bad cold sir?”

“Uumph!” .

I disappeared into my office after shaking no at Doris. Twelve messages sat to be

returned. Damn cat placed a spell on me. “Uumph-waaa” Well, at least that was a

different sound. The rest of my morning floated in the toilet. Two vice presidents strolled

in for a quick meeting and exited just as fast to “Waaa Uumph Waaa.”

I practiced my best drunk stagger, walked up to Miss Dinglefoot leaning at fifteen

degrees, put my hands on her shoulders and started to play walkie down her chest. .

“For Pete sakes Mr. Davenport, not now.”

“Uumph, Waaa, Wass, Umphawaaa.”

I was back in the elevator and to my car like a rocket, only not fast enough, for

Doris ran behind the bumper, screaming,

“At least let me drive you home sir.”

I stuck my head out the window,

“Uumphuumphwaaauumph” and I pushed the petal to the metal and drove down

the Dixie highway toward home. I pulled in my driveway after receiving a three hundred

dollar ticket for driving while being mentally retarded. I roared through my garage

barely stopping before plowing though the back wall, and burst through the door.

 

 

 

 

Miss Kitty sat on the carpet looking like a fur lined bowling pin slightly portly in

a pissed off attitude,

“Are you ready to deal Dean?”

She gave me the creeps talking to me.

“Uumph wass cump ha!” I answered.

:”Here’s the deal,” she purred. “I want my breakfast. promptly at five in the

morning. Lunch at noon and dinner at five. Don’t forget my snacks, okay?”

“Uumph”

.. . Clean my litter box twice a day.”

“Uumph.”

Lastly, spend as much time with me as you do with Miss Dinglefoot. Deal?

Uumph ………….Yes!”

“Meow Meo………w.”

“I know, lunch time, give me a minute