Sorry, Chief (Get Smart, Book 2)

Sorry, Chief (Get Smart, Book 2)

William Johnston

Language: English

Pages: 85

ISBN: B000IXYC1W

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


When the diabolical Dr. X invents a serum capable of making man invisible and threatens to sell it to KAOS, the fate of the whole world hangs in the balance.

Only one man can jump into the breach against the Forces of Evil—Maxwell Smart, Agent 86 from Control. Max's assignment: to apprehend Dr. X, get the serum and formula, and, most important, bring back alive the six invisible guinea pigs, proof that the serum works.

Since Dr. X is sailing for Europe on his deadly mission, Max, Agent 99 and the fearless Fang, the spy dog, board the "Queen Edward" (her father wanted a boy). Thus begin the death-defying adventures of our super-spy, as Max, in the guise of a space scientist, turns the ship fore over aft in his search for Dr. X.

Does Max succeed in his quest? Does the whole civilized world triumph? Would you believe it?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

second fortune—by peddling those invisible guinea pigs to KAOS!” He pulled his gun and pointed it at Hank. “All right, open that suitcase!” “You must be crazy!” Hank protested. “Yes—crazy like a fox! Open that suitcase!” Hank shrugged. He lifted the suitcase and put it on the table. Then, reluctantly, he opened it. Max stared into the suitcase. “A candy bar?” “Yes,” Hank said. “I have to start at the bottom again. I’m going back to get another Picasso.” Max put his gun away. “Well,

sir. I know the way.” “That’s why I’m going with you,” the steward said. He looked about sheepishly. “You see,” he said, lowering his voice, “I’m lost. But if I can just make it back to the dining room, I’ll be all right. I know my way from there.” “Yes, sir,” Max sighed. “Follow me.” Max and the steward walked off down the deck. “Fang, what’ll we do?” 99 wailed. “Rorff!” “Yes, I suppose we might as well,” 99 agreed. “That way, we’ll be near Max. And, we can have dinner, too.” 99 and Fang

in your shoe!” “Sorry, Max. I know you’re doing your best.” The trio, Max still in the lead, raced out onto the deck. “This way!” Max cried, charging forward. Behind them, the posse appeared on deck. “Stop! Halt!” “I wish they’d find something different to shout,” Max complained. “Stop! Halt! Always the same old thing!” From behind came the cry, “De-accelerate!” “Thanks!” Max called back. “Max—there’s the ballroom!” 99 said. “Maybe we could hide in there.” “Quick! There’s the ballroom!”

a space scientist. I’ve obtained a book on space science. You can read it—sometime between now and tomorrow noon—so that you’ll be able to discuss the subject if anyone should challenge you.” “Good thinking, Chief. It will give me something to do this evening—after I finish packing, of course.” The Chief turned to 99. “99,” he said, “you will be traveling as Max’s assistant. So, it might be a good idea for you to leaf through the book, too.” “Rorff!” Fang barked. “No, Fang, you won’t have to

small and medium-sized objects filled the air, then settled down on Max and Fang, burying them. They clawed their way to the surface. “Fang! Are you all right!” “rurff.” “Oh, there you are. Take your head out of the oven.” Max struggled to his feet, then, disgusted, stared down at the rubble of food containers and cooking utensils. “Look at that!” he said. “Fourteen boxes of instant oatmeal! Is that what they call food rations! I wouldn’t feed that gunk to a dog!” “Rorff!” “Sorry, Fang. I

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