H. G. Cogswell sat in his office frowning at his monitor as he pondered the recent quirky change of fate. His company, Cogswell’s Coggs, and Spacely’s Space Sprockets had always been fierce competitors, but neither had managed to significantly outdo the other. That is, until this past month. On the screen, recent sales data displayed how Spacely’s numbers and profits were shooting up, up, up while his numbers were dropping. He had no idea why. What had Spacely done? He had to find out. He called in his special agent, Collin.
“I want you to find out what’s going on at Spacely’s and what he’s selling that’s giving him such astronomical profits,” Cogswell told the agent.
As Collin left his office, Cogswell chomped down on his cigar and threw a dart at the picture of Spacely on the wall, hitting him directly between the eyes. This was usually enough to at least make him smile, but today, he just scowled at his rival.
Collin disguised himself as an electrician and went first to Spacely’s building. The receptionist was talking to George Jetson outside of Mr. Spacely’s office.
“Well, Mr. Spacely wants those contracts tomorrow,” she said.
“But I’ve got to go home early today – I’ve got something I have to take care of,” George replied.
“Well, then you’ll have to do the work at home tonight then. You know how Mr. Spacely can get.”
“Oh well, I guess it’s going to be a late night for me. Fortunately, I’ve got everything I need in my briefcase here,” he said and patted the metallic case he held in front of him.
Collin walked toward the receptionist’s desk and pretended to stumble, knocking over the briefcase as he fell against George.
“I’m so sorry,” he said as he picked up the briefcase and stuck a tiny camera to it. He handed it to George. “That was so clumsy of me.”
“It’s ok,” George said, not noticing anything amiss. “Wel Continue reading