EPISODE TWO - CONRADE TO THE RESCUE
The astounding Conrad swooped over the giant metal monstrosity, which was quickly approaching the palace. There was no doubt about it, this was the work of the fiendish Dr. Clench... he generally worked in the "pinching/clamping" motif. He preferred crabs, lobsters and scorpions, but had in the past been known to incorporate other similar themes... praying mantises, snapping turtles, and so on. Although, Conrad recalled, there was one time he had stepped partially out of the formula, and had espoused his name-sake-themed motif through teeth.
On that occasion, Dr. Clench had found the perfect harmonic frequency that made dentures vibrate violently, grinding Parliament to a skittering halt. The doctor had done it all from behind the shadows, meaning no one could place it was him until his scheme was near it's peak... THAT one had required Conrad to use his brains some. Conrad was not dumb, nor had he been at the time of the "teeth caper", but it's not the muscle he flexed the most.
Speaking of teeth, at that moment, Conrad was biting his lip slightly. The mechanical crab was going to be hard to get to. Sure, he could slow his auto-gyro (which was affectionately named "Mrs. Melbourne") to a low enough speed, hovering right next to the crab, while Conrad gently hopped on, but Dr. Clench's minions would no doubt try to shoot him down.
Already, he could see the darkly-clad thugs scurrying over the metal surface to their turrets, like tiny parasites on a host. In a matter of moments, their Gatling guns would be arching their fire in Conrad's direction, and he had two options. The first was to pull back, and stay out of range.
