Max Smart Loses Control
Language: English
Pages: 0
ISBN: B000L2HY4W
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
An original novel about NBC Television's hilarious super-spy Maxwell Smart from the TV series Get Smart.
“I’m just picking up a little change. That machine I’m playing is all set up to pay off. But, as luck would have it, I ran out of silver dollars again.” “Max!” 99 said, appalled. “You’re shining shoes for money?” “You certainly don’t think I’m doing it because I like it, do you?” “Where did you get the shoe shine kit?” “I rented it from the rent-a-shoe-shine-kit company.” “But you said you ran out of money.” “Fortunately, they accepted my Diner’s Club card.” “Max . . . Max . . . look at
Any minute, you might turn on us. So, for our own sakes, we have to eliminate you. Now, clear?” “I think I get it,” Max said. “How about you, Hymie?” Means asked. “I’m only a robot,” Hymie replied. “I find it difficult to understand the human thinking process sometimes. Could you draw me a diagram?” Ways turned to Means. “How are we on time?” he asked. “There’s always time for a last request,” Means replied. “What are we? Animals? Psychos?” He went to the filing cabinet, and from the ‘H’
when you give Hymie the instructions?” “Of course, Max.” Max addressed Hymie. “Pay attention,” he said, “I have something I want the Chief to tell you.” “Hymie,” the Chief said, “here are your instructions: find Number One and bring her back.” “Understood,” Hymie replied. “Hymie will need a little more than that, Chief,” Max said. “How, for instance, will he identify Number One?” “Hymie knows,” the Chief replied. “He used to date her—remember?” “But how will I know?” Max asked. “I’ve never
Springfield, Illinois. A year later, he became a wandering disk jockey, working at stations in Illinois and Indiana. In another year, as Johnston tells the story, he, with two acquaintances and one client, formed an advertising agency in Chicago. For certain mystic reasons, they named it Merchants Limited, after a train that ran between Boston and New York. The day after the agency was formed, the client came to his senses and pulled out. Agency disbanded. He was for two years the associate
Coast Guard, Max.” “And let them get all the glory? 99, this is very important to me. I have to prove to the Chief that I’m better qualified to handle this case than Hymie is. Do you think I want to play second fiddle to a collection of nuts and bolts and transformers the rest of my life?” “All right, Max . . . I understand.” 99 took over the controls of the helicopter, then descended and hovered over the deck of the barge, and Max lowered himself by a rope. A few moments later, he dropped to