by John Wyatt
It's a crisp autumn day in Gothic City, and things are in a turmoil! An unknown burglar just broke into the 3rd National Bank! At this very moment Super Fink is racing to the scene. As he pulls up besides the bank, Chief Jones and several patrolmen arrive.
"Well, Super Fink," said Chief Jones. "I see you got here quickly enough!"
"Of course I did! I have a lot of money to deposit here! $24 to be exact."
"You can't deposit money here now!" cried Chief Jones. "This bank has just been robbed!"
"It has?!" exclaimed Super Fink, surprised. "This is very bad news!"
"Yes," replied Chief Jones, "but fortunately no one was hurt. The robber got away with several thousand dollars."
"Huh? That's not what I meant. I meant that I don't feel safe carrying $24 in my pocket. But I'd sure like to investigate this robbery."
And so Super Fink, Chief Jones and two patrolmen went inside to question the tellers. Super Fink entered first, and immediately slipped and fell on .... a pile of noodles!!! Wet, slippery noodles, covering the floor! What could this mean?
"What could this mean?" asked Chief Jones.
"The narrator already said that." Lt. Peterson commented.
"Oh. Say! I'll bet this is an important clue, all these noodles!"
"It sure is," groaned Super Fink. "It means I've broken my tailbone!"
"Not that!" said Chief Jones, excitedly. "I'll bet that this means the crime was committed by that arch-villain - the Wet Noodle!"
"WHAT!!!!!!!!" cried Super Fink.
"Yes." replied Chief Jones. "The Wet Noodle!"
"I'm doomed!" Super Fink wailed.
Is it true? Is Super Fink doomed? Read on, and see!
Back at the Super Hut, Super Fink had just finished telling Little Fink all that had happened.
"Wow!" exclaimed Little Fink. "That sounds incredible! Do you think you can catch the Wet Noodle?"
"I don't know. This is going to be my toughest case yet."
Suddenly, the Super Phone lit up and started ringing. Little Fink answered it.
"Yes? What!? No kidding? Gee! We'll be right there!" and he hung up.
"What was that all about?" Super Fink moaned. "Another crime?"
"No. Chief Jones was us to come over to play some bridge."
"Oh. Well, let's go."
They soon arrived at police headquarters. As they pulled up outside, several officers came running out of the building.
"What's going on?" queried Super Fink.
"The Wet Noodle just held up Tillman's Jewelry store!"
"Come on!" cried Super Fink to Little Fink. "We're off after the Wet Noodle!"
They found Chief Jones and several patrolmen already at the scene.
"Well, Chief," said Super Fink, "you sure got here fast!"
"Hi Super Fink. Right after I called you we got a tip off that the Wet Noodle was going to hit this place. We rushed down here hoping to catch him, but he was too slippery."
"That's awful!" cried Super Fink.
"But he can't get away forever." replied Chief Jones.
"I don't mean that. I mean that awful pun about the Wet Noodle being too slippery! That was terrible!"
"Oh. Sorry. Come on in. I'll show you what was taken. After you."
Super Fink walked cautiously up to the door and peeked inside.
"It's okay." said Chief Jones. We've already cleaned up the noodles."
"Oh. Okay." and he went in, still apprehensive. The proprietor was sitting in a chair, soaking wet!
"What happened here? inquired Super Fink.
"He says that the Wet Noodle shot some sort of gun at him that fired a net of soaking wet noodles, tangling him up." replied Lt. Peterson.
"Incredible!" Super Fink exclaimed.
"Yes," Chief Jones added, "and we estimate that he got away with about $500,000 worth of jewelry."
"Chief!" called Sergeant O'Hara. "The Wet Noodle was seen a few minutes ago, heading towards the woods."
"Good! I guess you're going after him now, aren't you Super Fink?"
"I am? Oh! yeah! I am! Come on Little Fink!" and out he dashed. Super Fink started his skateboard while Little Fink started his motorized unicycle, and off they went!
Soon, they were our of the city and racing towards the woods. After a few minutes they came to a fork in the road.
"Well?" asked Little Fink, as they stopped. "Why don't you take the right hand road and I'll take the left one?"
"Uh.....well, couldn't you take the left one and I take the right one?" Super Fink replied, confused.
"Ok." So our fearsome duo split up. Super Fink was barreling down the road full speed when he saw the Wet Noodle ahead of him, riding a motorcycle, his sidecar loaded with loot from all his robberies. The Wet Noodle tried to speed up, but the loot was too heavy and he couldn't go any faster.
"Ah ha!" cried Super Fink. "I've got you at last!"
"That's what you think!!" laughed the Wet Noodle. "I'll get you with my noodle gun!" He pointed a strange looking pistol at our hero and pulled the trigger. A stream of noodles shot out, forming into a huge net! Super Fink tried to swerve, but it was too late. He was hit full force with the mass of wet, dripping, slippery noodles! Completely entangled, he lost control of his skateboard and careened off the road, landing head down in a nearby meadow. He tried to untangle himself, but the noodles were too tight and slippery.
Super Fink lay there in despair for an hour before Little Fink arrived, having found nothing up the other road. He spotted Super Fink's skateboard lying near the road, and soon found our hero (?) in the grass.
"Good grief!" Little Fink cried as he ran over to Super Fink. "What happened?" Super Fink told his story while Little Fink untangled the net.
"Well," asked Little Fink, "what do we do now?"
"Not much we can do. Let's go back to police headquarters and wait for something to break."
"You mean, besides your neck? You could have been seriously hurt!"
So, our dejected heroes set out for Gothic City, temporarily defeated.
When Chief Jones heard what had happened he was both angry and astounded.
"I just can't believe that you could let the Wet Noodle get away like that! I'm....I'm both angry and astounded!" (see, I told you so!)
"I'm doing the best I can" Super Fink replied, sheepishly.
"This villain has to be stopped!" the Chief admonished our hero. "You'd better get on the ball! Do you know what people are starting to say about you? They're saying you can't whip a Wet Noodle! If you want to keep your reputation you better get out there and get to work!"
So Super Fink slunk out dejectedly and returned to the Super Hut.
"Well," asked Little Fink. "what are you going to do now?"
"I don't know. Maybe I'll leave town."
"You can't do that!" cried Little Fink. "Why, that would be betraying the people of Gothic City!"
"Yeah, well..." Super Fink looked lost. Suddenly the Super Phone rang. Little Fink answered it.
"Hello? Little Fink here. Oh, hi Chief. What's up? He was? Great! We're on our way!" Little Fink slammed down the phone. "Guess what! The Wet Noodle has been spotted in town! Now's your chance to prove yourself!"
"Oh-h-h-h-h-h" Super Fink groaned. "Must I?"
"Of course you must! It's your duty!"
"o-h-h, alright." So Super Fink reluctantly rose and went out to start up his skateboard. Little Fink started up his unicycle and soon they were headed back to Gothic City, Super Fink in no hurry to arrive. When they walked into police headquarters they were greeted by an exultant Chief Jones.
"Guess what!" exclaimed Chief Jones, proudly.
"I give up." Super Fink mumbled.
"We caught the Wet Noodle!"
"WHAT!!??!!" cried Super Fink and Little Fink in unison.
"It's true! We cornered him in a cul-de-sac and, using plastic shields to protect us from his noodle gun, we captured him! He's in a cell downstairs, if you want to see him!"
"Uh, no....I don't think so." said Super Fink, relieved.
"I hope you don't feel too bad about not catching him." said Chief Jones. "We all realize the terrible handicap you were under."
"Handicap?" asked Super Fink.
"Yes." replied Chief Jones. "Why, we always knew that you couldn't whip a wet noodle!"