Dr. Malachi sped around the corner in his Formula 1 racecar, with the angry crowd, somehow, getting closer. The doctor felt like his blood went cold with fear as the tornado raged forward. And he was not so sure if this was working enough.
I have a feeling that this is a scam, he thought. Then it struck him. He had been in such a hurry that he had forgotten to check the gas gauge So, he looked down at the small gauge.
Hmm, it's full.
This was weird, so he checked the speedometer to see how fast his "racecar" was going.
300
It looks like someone wrote an extra "0" next to each number, he said to himself..
But even though he figured out, "The Mystery of the Slow Racecar", he wasn't looking where he was driving his giant go-cart, and he crashed into a lamppost.
Phew, he thought, wiping the sweat of his face. It's a good thing that it didn't get knocked over by the force of the car.
Then, he heard a creak coming from the front of the car. He turned in the direction of the sound, and he saw the lamppost starting to fall toward the ground!
Luckily, it didn't fall all the way to the ground, and it fell in the opposite direction of the professor.
Another close call. He sighed as he picked up the surprisingly light car, and put it in the kit. Then he was just about to start on his way when the crowd finally reached him, and they tore him apart(not literally. It's just a saying).
"What have you done to our children?!" one cried.
"Give them back to us, or else!!" another one screamed.
"Hand them over, you kidnapper!!" some yelled.
Now, as you could imagine, Dr. Malachi was so frightened that he tried to run away. He dashed off in a random direction, but the force of the mob was so great that the lamppost gave way. It only fell slowly at first, then faster. And when Dr. Malachi found out that the street had a dead end, the lamppost trapped his way back home. He was a prisoner now.
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