Last week on Sunday Brain Bogglers, our hero
had weird dreams until Max dragged him ashore recovered from death itself. Having seen Heaven and its wonders, Slylock grows contemplative. Maybe he’ll find the answers in our heartrending finale:
Slylock Fox and the Mystery of the Count’s Code
“Oh, for the love of– Max, radio Weirdly. Tell him he’s driving backwards again.”
Max did as he was told. The only response was a rattled whisper: “8ATW!” Max looked at Slylock, clearly bewildered.
Slylock shrugged. It was the most normal thing that happened since that fish case.
Slylock’s world was off since that case. Crazy grandmas, evil plans hinging on exposition, Jay Leno cameos… nothing was right. Slylock was contemplating so hard he didn’t even notice the stout woman dragging him into the bookstore. What was the case again…? Was there a case?
Oh well. “Wanda Witch, you’re under arrest.”
Having vanquished Wanda, the boys were sent to investigate a series of thefts in the hotel. Slylock caught the thief red-handed (while Max tried to stub his toe). His alibi was bizarre:
“So I’ve been seeing this number around town: 8ATW. I’ve seen it for like 8 weeks. And I’m like, dang! ‘Cause ‘atlu’ is Kapampangan for three, and French is like ‘troi’, and in Klingon it’s ‘wej’. So I go, OK, I guess I gotta rob every room that’s got an 8 and a 3. Then I’m gonna find my destiny.”
Slylock knew something bigger was afoot. He and Max wished the stork luck and left.
The detectives had a lucky break when Count Weirdly started flashing people in the forest. It meant an excuse to search. Slylock stormed in and demanded to know the answer to his code.
“Why, Slylock, only you know the answer! I was just reading off your diary!” The sickly madman held up the burnt remains of an old page.
The fox had vague memories of screaming “VIGILANTE!” and setting fire to it.
2/24. The date of the fish case. Something changed 8 weeks ago. Wait, police lineup? Slylock had spaced out again. He scanned the row, stopping at a dreary looking Mutt. “You OK, Chief?”
“Just itchy. I think it’s this awful pink jacket.” (Harry sniffled.) “I guess we’re both Allergic To Wool. How’s that new medication you got 8 weeks ago? I heard the side effects were freaky.”
Harry Ape was swiftly arrested.