Sitting in the pavement. Holding my head

Sitting in the pavement. Holding my head as if it was going to drop. I tried to grasp the situation I'm in. Five minutes ago I was a normal person with a family. Now all I have is

the bath robe on my back and tears in my eyes with dust on my bare feet as I walk away from the burned ruins that were once my home. The lightning took the only people I have ever

loved.Prof. Wilkins and his wife had adopted me when my mother left for Frisco.I'd warned Wilky the Tesla transmitter was dangerous.Now they were toast. I had the plans in my robe

-spierre head above the fireplace. I removed the powdered wig lid and -GASP!- the Tesla transmitter plans were gone. In dire need of bovine intervention, I contacted Manatee PI.

J Manatee PI picked up the phone. The words, "Robespierre...Tesla transmitter...and I see." Was all that came from his mouth. He needed a single-malt scotch and then he would

First Kevin Mittnick would have to get past Tesla's hipster security detail, so he needed a diversion. Det. Manatee yelled "Einstein was a genius!" then ran like heck. That did the

Trick and Kevin sidled past security smoother than silky cream over chocolate lava cake. Once inside he found the tricked out concept car everyone was raving about. Frankly I don't

give a damn. All I cared about at that point was going to IHOP for all-you-can-eat pancakes. Kevin scoffed, shoved me in the car, & we zoomed outta there before anyone could

scoff louder than Kevin. IHOP became our White Castle&its pancakes our Holy Grail.Of course it had to coincide with a Romero movie bleeding into real life. Zombie pancakes, anyone?