“THIS, my friend is the key to all our problems.” “It’s the spare key to Beatrice’s emporium it’s full of cool spy gear! “We can use what we find at her shop to rescue Barry” Dean explained. “Wait, how did you get that key?” Jack asked. “Long story,” Dean said as he slipped the key into a green sash. “Anyway we best get out of here, no doubt Mr Smithers’ annoying minions will be coming after us”.
Jack swiftly helped Dean up and they began running. After countless strides they grew tired; their legs were throbbing and aching with pain. Out of nowhere a gust of cold wind blew against Jack and Dean’s back reigniting their resolve as they powered on. They knew what was at stake.
“Hey look its Beatrice’s shop,” Jack roared so loudly you could tell he was longing to get in. Dean grabbed the key from his green sash and unlocked the shop. Instantly there was a CRASH, BANG and an “Aaaahhhh please don’t kill me, I beg you, please”. “Who, who are you?” stuttered Dean. “Uhh more importantly WHO are you?” shrieked the voice.
Then a wrinkly finger stained red with a long navy blue nail enticed the boys further into the store. “HELLO BOYS welcome to my shop I’m Beatrice and how did you get that key?” The two boys hesitated and stared in awe at the wacky lady wearing what looked to be brown rags covered in paint. “That’s not important right now; we need some of your goods?” Jack stated.
“Oh and what would you need them for?” asked Beatrice. “An important mission replied” replied Dean, “we need to save our friend from Mr Smithers,” Jack added. Beatrice could sense the determination of the two young boys. “Mr Smithers you say, I have crossed paths with him before,” Beatrice mumbled.
“We can’t afford to pay you right now but we will,” Jack said embarrassedly.
Beatrice replied; “That won’t be necessary, but on one condition …”