At the tender age of one hour, Squidling

At the tender age of one hour, Squidling #17 was arrested and sent to prison for forty-three minutes for petty larceny. He came out a hardened squid.

His prison time had made him a really hard shelled nautilus. Not like those soft sides that go in to serve time and come out a cuttlefish. Squidling #17 now two hours old was a

roughhousing cephalopod, and he decided to join the Squid Scuffle gang, long time rivals of the Octopussies. Squidling#17 soon climbed the ranks, and in a mere three hours, he had

Outsmarted the Octopussies, much to the shock of 006 himself. 007 was busy resetting the clocks on Tribune Tower. DST began at 2am and he rapped on the window to wake the miners.

What the miners where doing in Tribune Tower is anyone's guess. But the convoluted plot of this story is like the intertwining arms of a squid in an inky cloud. Squidling #17 & 007

called Lenin 21 on the cold fusion powered wrist watch while abseiling out of Tribune Tower. Squidling #17's tentacle caught in the pulley. 007 sliced it off, to its chagrin, with

out realizing that Squidling #017 was his brother. 007 realized his mistake when he saw that the tentacle monster had his father's eyes. "So sorry brother. Do tentacles grow back?"

"No foul, brother," Squidling #017 assured Bond with a 16-tentacle bear hug. "We're a resilient family. Let's not forget which part of YOURS had to regenerate after Casino Royale!"

Bond returned Squidling #017's squeeze. "Right. And don't forget the ace we've got up our tentacles." 017 patted the egg sac concealed in Bond's pocket. "A resilient family indeed"

They were downing the dregs on their drinks when the asteroid nobody knew about hiding behind the sun decided to intervene and raced through the planet's biosphere & killed us all.