DD e il Dottor ODillinger Derringer e il Dottor O
(Dillinger Derringer: Il capitolo perduto)
Nonostante l'inizio incerto, la COP si dimostra un successo: i crimini nell'intero Paese scendono al 95% già solo nel primo mese di attività. Dopo l'ennesima truffa sventata dalla squadra di Dillinger & company, i fratelli Tori, oramai disperati, si rivolgono all'enigmatico "Dottor O", un Gufo dall'altissimo quoziente intellettivo, scienziato e nonché autore delle più lucrose truffe usate dai Tori, a cui concesse l'uso dietro il pagamento di sontuose royalties (perchè anche i piani criminali sono coperti dai diritti d'autore!) I Tori chiedono ad O una misura estrema: creare una super-organizzazione del crimine (in stile Spectre di 007) per distrarre la COP: mentre i piedipiatti sarebbero distratti ad indagare sull'organizzazione, i Tori avrebbero potuto svolgere le loro attività indisturbati.
O accetta, ma ha già un piano suo: sfruttare i finanziamenti dei Tori per creare una
A Mother's Love: 1
In a cave in the northern regions of Sthreldrum, a drakenum, in her human form, slumped to her knees before the blood-drenched nest of clothes where her hatchlings once rested. They were her babies. Her darlings that she brought into the world through a father that had been slain by a dragon-slayer weeks back. She had not expected for a creature to get past her obstacles in the front of the cave to come in and slaughter them. No bodies were there and by the horrid scent, she knew it was a basilisk that had devoured her hatchlings.
Her long, snow-white hair draped in front of her chest and covered most of her reddened eyes. Tears slid down her brown-skinned cheeks from her blue eyes with no pupils within. She couldn’t even make a sound at the moment as her gaze remained on the blood. She could smell her babies. It made her gut clench and eventually her breathing became rapid. Consumed in sorrow, she remained like a statue on the flo
THE THINGS WE GAIN (CHAPTER 4)
Mikey closed his eyes as he slipped the noise canceling headphones over his ears. Everything was going great. He’d let himself into the studio and had immediately gone to see if anyone had donated any money while he'd been away. Last night he'd thought a head, placing a small jar under the mail slow so any coins that were dropped in would not roll away and miss being collected. his faint smile had become a wide grin when he'd found that the jar was half full; and after pouring out the money and counting it his smile had become even wider when he'd found that he's raised almost $200 since taking over the station 3 days ago.
Taking a deep breath Mikey watched for the equipment in the booth to finish warming up before starting; pressing the green button to start the broadcast. "What's up Lairsy College? Once again it is I, Michelangelo; your lord and master of the airways. Just wanted to give a brief shout out to everyone who dropped off money to the st
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