The faint glow of sunrise appeared in the East as the mist began to lift over the cornfield. There was a rustling sound amongst the cornstalks and a blur of orange moved towards the rutted muddy track leading to the tarmac highway.

A continent away and as the sun was setting, Mr. Buford checked the lubricants in the discombobulator.

The infamous Rue Lepic was once again on the loose!!!

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