Motorized Flying Desks
On comfy, leather chairs attached to motorized flying desks the balding and lanky Master along with his Vice-Master, the tubby Mr Flagstad, crashed through into the blackened sky and swept with menace over Candy Land. The Master’s larger, more imposing wooden oak desk led the way with Mr Flagstad’s bringing up the rear.
“I don’t see them on my tracking screen, Master,” Mr Flagstad said through his desk’s intercommunication device.
“Keep tracking!” the Master thundered through his own intercommunication device. “They’re here somewhere, I can feel it.”
The black sky crackled as the Master and Mr Flagstad, wearing identical brown tweed suits and black cloaks, roared through the skies of Candy Land, circling Raspberry Ripple Piazza from overhead.
“I can’t find those
