Can Clark and Jimmy avoid the bear traps?

Original Air Date: July 16, 1941

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Continued from Part Twelve

Powerhouse triumphantly dropped the evil invisible man on the sidewalk in front of Captain Welch and wiped his hands. “You’ll be going to jail for a very long time.”

The evil invisible man laughed at him. “That’s what you think.”

A sergeant handcuffed the man. “Can I have your name?”

“No.”

“That’s okay; we’ll find out.”

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Powerhouse flew back to Jones’ house. A chill slithered down his back at the napping police officers. He awakened them with jolts of electricity. One of them screamed, “What are you doing?”

“What are you doing? This is no time for sleeping on the job!” Powerhouse spotted darts in their thighs. They’d been drugged.

He ran inside Jones’ house.

Jones lay on the floor of the study. Blood trickled from his neck. Jones sang along with the music playing. “We’re marching to Zion. Beautiful, beautiful Zion. We’re marching upward to Zion, the beautiful City of God.”

“I’ll get a doctor,” said Powerhouse.

“No need. Let me be.”

The reverend sang the chorus once more before the light went out in his eyes.

The police officers came in. One said into his radio, “We have a homicide.”

Powerhouse brushed past the officers. He needed to be alone.

Continued…Next Tuesday

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Continued from Part One

Sariah Miller stared down at the cover. A  casket lay open with a familiar pair of overalls inside. Bright red letters screamed, The Death of Small Packages.

A tear trickled down her cheek. Small Packages saved her life a few years back when he was in town helping the Sword. Small Packages and his brother dug her out from underneath a pile of scrap metal. He’d been over to the house a couple times for dinner. And Walt wanted to kill him off.

Walt Winners put his thumbs in his sus-penders and snapped them. “It’s quite the moving story, Sariah. Sales will go through the roof.”

I’m about to go through the roof.

“Walt, why are you killing him off? Are you planning on shutting down the comic?”

“Heck no, it’s a big seller. We want to bring in a new Small Packages.”

Sariah’s eyes bugged. “A new Small Packages?”

“Yes, his seventeen inch tall Salvador-ian cousin, Poca Paquetes. It’ll bring in a new demographic.”

Sariah sighed. “Curador already brings in Hispanics. And why not give Poca her own comic book?”

“Oh, please, it would never work.”

“Then why are you trying to get rid of one our premier heroes?”

“Look, she’d never get off the ground in a standalone series, but if we let her take over a popular series, we’ll have diversified our character line.”

“How about we get readers by telling compelling stories with characters anyone can believe in without playing to the lowest common denominator?”

“You’re a right winger, aren’t you?”

Not until I met Jesse, I wasn’t. “We’re not killing off Small Packages, particularly in some senseless monster fight.”

“He’s dead already.”

“Maybe to this Earth, but some of them live on in the next life.” She grabbed a comic book out of the drawer. “And all of them live here. If we continued the way we have done things, we’d have to kill all our heroes in a senseless plane accident. In such hard times, our readers don’t want realism. They want us to keep the dream alive, and that’s what we’re going to give them.”

Walt folded his hands together. “Can I speak freely?”

“Sure.”

“You’re not being objective. This is the way things are done in this industry.”

“It isn’t the Jesse Miller way, and while we wait for him to pull out of a coma, we’re going to do things his way. Now, get me a better storyline.”

 “Yes, ma’am.” Walt left.

She glanced at the wall behind her, which proudly displayed the first issues of each of their comics, each with a live shot of the star in a heroic poise. This was how the world would remember them. “I promise, guys. I won’t let you down.”

She grabbed Issue 1 of her husband’s comic and pulled it off the wall. She planted a kiss on the glass over the Sword’s face. Only she and the family doctor helping her cover for him knew the bed lay empty in Jesse Miller’s room in ICU.

Continued…Next Monday

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Superman chases away the phony “game wardens.”

Original Air Date: July 16, 1941

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Continued from Part Twelve

Snyder snorted. “Don’t worry, Snyder, I’m on a hot streak.” Uh, yeah.

He tugged on Amanda’s arm. “Come on, let’s go to the roulette table.”

Amanda wiped some sweat from her brow. “I’m about to make it back.”

“We’ll make it back playing roulette.”

“Very well!” She picked up her chips and took them to the roulette table. She dutifully put two $50 chips down on evens.

“Twenty-eight black, a winner!” said the dealer.

She placed the next bet on odds.

“Twenty-nine black, a winner!” said the dealer.

Through twenty spins of the wheel, she won fourteen times and lost six, for a grand total of $800.

Snyder looked at his watch. 23:00. At this rate, it would take until the wee hours of the morning to get back the $5000 she’d blown. “Maybe, you could try a bigger bet.”

Amanda smiled “$1,000 on 00.”

Snyder swallowed. She was supposed to keep this at a reasonable level, Odds and Evens. Hitting the 00 was a 35 to 1 odds and it’d raise some questions. Still, he didn’t want to be here all night.

She hit the 00.

“Let it—”

Snyder shook his head vigorously. “Let it ride” meant to put the $35,000 on 00 again. If winning the jackpot on the slots and taking $35,000 at the roulette table didn’t capture the attention of management and law enforcement, getting more than a million dollars on a nearly impossible scenario would.

She frowned. “I guess I’ll—” She glared at Snyder. “I’ll cash out.”

Snyder wiped his brow. This is going to be harder than I thought.

Continued…Next Thursday

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Two phony game wardens order Clark, Jimmy, and their French Canadian guide to leave their camping spot.

Original Air Date: July 14, 1941

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Continued from Part Eleven

The Invisibility Master ran through the burning building. Paint pellets and paper clips flew near him. 

Where are you? I know you’re here.

How was he to know the metal dweeb had an invisibility power?

He put his ear to the ground.

Pain exploded near his ribs, right in the midst of the invisibility device. He became visible and looked up.

Powerhouse emerged seemingly out of the gray wall and grabbed him.

Jones sent Marcos a look that oddly seemed more concerned about Marcos’ soul than Jones’s own life. “You don’t have to do this, Marcos.”

For once, Marcos wished his reputation hadn’t preceded him. “Yes, I do.”

Never had he had this much trouble pulling the trigger.

Jones extended a hand. “Come on, Marcos. God doesn’t want you to do this. Pray with me, and everything will be fine. You’ll be forgiven and can have a new life.”

Marcos summoned the strength to fire.

The reverend collapsed, bleeding from his neck. The reverend whispered, “Father, forgive him.”

Marcos stood over him and fired again.

Continued…Next Tuesday

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 Continued from Separation

The Sword stood in the red clay valley with Small Packages, whose curly red hair made the eighteen-inch-tall hero look like a leprechaun in overalls. The Sword stared down at the bloody white coat. There was no mistaking it: the Defender’s.

When will others stop having to pay for my mistake in trusting Dark Mystic?

Small Packages looked under the coat. “This is interesting.”

“What’s interesting about this? That Dark Mystic got another one?”

“Sword, where’s the body?”

“I don’t know, but with that much blood, there’s no way he survived.”

Small Packages’ sixty-foot-tall identical twin, Skyscraper, stepped into the valley and shrunk to his minimum stature; seven foot even. Small Packages shimmied up Skyscraper’s overalls and hopped into his front pocket. “Bro, bag the evidence. There’s a mystery here.”

Not again. When will Small Packages learn he’s not the pint-sized private investigator he used to play on TV? “There’s no mystery here.”

“I beg to differ. This looks nothing like the last scene Dark Mystic killed at. He has no reason to hide the body. It’s not his style.”

“Who else could have done it?”

Small Packages wrinkled his brow. “That’s what I want to find out.”

“You can’t be serious. You really think one of us did it?”

“You don’t have motive. Neither does Skyscraper. But we are dealing with another killer here.”

The Sword scowled. “I forbid you to follow this further. The last thing we need is to be accusing people of murder.”

“I just want to ask a few questions.”

“Well, I won’t allow it.”

Small Packages stared back sullenly.

The Sword paced for a second. “You’re not going to listen to me, are you?”

Small Packages shrugged. “If you’ve got nothing better to do than chase me around and stop me from asking questions . . . ”

The Sword sighed. Maybe it’d keep him out of trouble. “Don’t make an idiot of yourself, Smalls—and don’t go around accusing everyone.”

Continued…Next Monday

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Clark and Jimmy head out for adventure with a French Canadian tour guide.

Original Air Date: July 11, 1941

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