Free The Seventh Voyage of Temperance (The Adventures of Ichabod Temperance Book 7) by Ichabod Temperance Page A

am struck by that cursed beam! His eye has blinded my mind!”
    “ EEEEEEEEEEEERK!”
    “Ha, ha! That’s it, TuRuDan, fly away you big chicken! That will show you who the real master of Monstrous Island is!”
    “Come on, TiTaupKamaro, now is our chance! Fire up all of your thrusters!”
    “But Gumibara, I am still tilted up on my edge; put me down first!”
    “No, I know what I’m doing! Fire up all your thrusters! Hurry, the auto-army is starting to come back to life!”
    “Okay, Gumibara, firing rear thrusters, now! Rear thrusters lit! Firing front thrusters, now! Front thrusters lit! Now what?”
    “Turn all of your thrusters hard to the left!”
    “What are you thinking of, Gumibara? Huh! No way, dude! That could never work!”
    “Do it, TiTaupKamaro! Good that’s it! I am holding you back! I am not going to let you go until you have enough thrust to knock down that iron gate!”
    “But why are you holding me sideways?”
    “I believe that the spinning edge of your shell is the best method of breaching that castle. Besides, it will be enjoyable to watch, as I anticipate that it will have the appearance of a holiday pinwheel, propelled by fireworks rockets. Come on, TiTaupKamaro! Rev it up higher, you prime mover, we’re going to crash this party!”
    “Gumibara!”
    “TitaupKamaro, I can’t hold you any longer! Get ready, because, here... you... GO!”
    “GRAW-WAH-WAH-WAH-WAH-WAH-WAH-WAH-WAH-WAH-WAH-WAH-WAWNCK!”
    “They did it! Gumibara and TiTaupKamaro have knocked the castle’s gates right off their hinges! Hey, wait up, Mr. Trevorgawa! C’mon Miss Plumtartt, we gotta hurry to catch up!”
    “Ha, ha! These tinker-bot soldiers are but toys in my gigantic paws, ha, ha!”
    “GRONK!!! Ha, ha! Save a few mechanical monsters for me, Gumibara! I enjoy crushing the life out of their lifeless bodies also, ha, ha! GRONK!!!”
    “Come along, Mr. Temperance, I think we can safely leave the dispatch of these geared, cog-guards to our capable companions, yes, eh hem?”
    “Yes, Ma’am, Miss Plumtartt Ma’am. Let’s you and me go find Mr. Trevorgawa and help him out however we can.”
    “A capital plan, Mr. Temperance.”
    “Thanks, Miss Plumtartt, though in truth that plan entails lots of running up stairs and down lengthy hallways as we climb ever higher and deeper into this foreboding castle. Actually, it is kind of nice! It was only foreboding on the outside. The inside is very tasteful. The polished floors, reflecting warm, lamps glow, the occasional flickering torch and offset lighting brazier stands of expensive design grant an inviting ambiance to the wood tones and paper walls. Be careful, Miss Plumtartt Ma’am, it looks like that floor up ahead is slipperier than goose poop on ice.”
    “Yes, rather, so it is, Mr. Temperance, yet it is here that we at last find our quarry as you and I both slide and skid our way around this slick, marble floored corner to find ourselves in a lofty hall and witness to our friend Trevorgawa locked in combat with a middle-aged, bald gentleman wearing a thick monocle. No, it is more than a monocle, it is an affixed eyepiece. This, in combination with the mechanical arm augmentation lends me to believe that we are at last in the company of Doctor Atwell Lionelstein.”
    “Yes, Ma’am, Miss Plumtartt Ma’am. Our friend Mr. Trevorgawa and Doctor Lionelstein are entangled tighter than two lovestruck octopuseseses on their Honeymoon. The secret agent and the Doc are trying to choke the life out of each other but are still managing to maintain a strained conversation.”
    “Rrgh! Jubei Trevorgawa, you big snoop! You and those meddlesome monsters are really starting to hack me off! You troublesome, would be samurai! You have no claim on my sister. She belongs to me and I can do with her what I wish. You should just mind your own business and go back to playing secret agent. Your concepts of duty and honour are obsolete in this day and age. Certainly it is obvious