Our heroes are still riding high after their victory last week. Weirdly’s been put away, plots have been exposited, and the side of justice appears infallible. Will Slylock and Max keep their streak– or will they meet their match in this week’s Sunday Brain Bogglers?
This week: Slylock Fox and the Hunt for the Decrepit Death
Slylock’s face fell when they reached the source of the distress signal. Granny Squirrel. By the time he arrived, bones were already scattered haphazardly around the landscape. The savage senior was racing what was left of Shady to his car. And she was winning.
“You provoked Granny Squirrel?!” Just saying the name sent a wicked chill down Slylock’s spine.
“I didn’t do nothing,” Shady gasped, falling into Slylock’s arms. “I didn’t do…”
Silence. Slylock had some very mixed feelings about this. Was it OK to just drop him? He’d never done this before, you know.
“Ah’m late fer m’ bridge game.” Her evil incantations interrupted Slylock’s thoughts. A wave of her purse and a bloodcurdling scream, and the bus was hers.
Max was distracted and Slylock couldn’t take her on his own. He phoned the police only to find that they had their own Granny issues. She’d been tying up their hotlines day and night, talking about knitting and kittens. She would often hiss a raspy reminder:
“I’m not home. Don’t look for me.”
Her home was as terrible as you could imagine: swarming with dark, soulless creatures, watching. Watching and biting noses. Slylock took one look and could feel her evil presence.
“Let us in, Chief. We’ve come to arrest this woman for assault.”
Max huddled close behind Slylock. “Sly, wasn’t it a murder?” he whispered.
“He’ll be back next week,” said Slylock, his voice cold and firm, “but this week the wicked must be punished.”
Two days. Two days and they couldn’t figure out how to get out of Granny’s stupid attic. Lord knows how long her grandson had been there. How did she even get custody?
The gruel was going fast, but Slylock hated to eat rats right in front of Max. Oh, well. He liked to blind airplane pilots with the mirror. It kept his mind off his troubles.
One day, Squirrel. Evil would never win again.
Next week: Immortality, celebrity cameos, and Max puts on a freaking shirt