Mayor Cheeky Monkey HD.Com sat back in his office chair and swilled a glass of whiskey around in his hand.  He didn’t drink the whiskey, but he felt that he had an image to maintain, and in times of crisis, nothing said “I’m a tough Mayor making tough Mayoral decisions” than a cut-crystal tumbler of single-malt.

“I can’t blinking believe this is happening to me,” exclaimed Mayor Cheeky Monkey HD.Com.  Jose, the mayor’s trusty assistant, blushed at the unprovoked usage of the “b-word”.  He had an overwhelming urge to placate his clearly agitated mentor.

“But, but, it wasn’t your fault, Mr Mayor.” said Jose.  “How were you supposed to know that the Farmer’s Market was unable to produce the requisite number of Flour Bags due to a shortage of both Textiles AND Seeds?”  The mayor let out an ironic chuckle.

“Because I’m the mayor,” said the Mayor.  “It’s my job to know these things.  I run my city like I run my tight ships – tight.  And this?  This is slack.”  Jose didn’t know what to say.  So instead of saying something, he went to put the kettle on.  However, in an incredibly ironic twist, as Jose began to get the things ready for a tea break, he discovered that the biscuit tin was empty.  Jose certainly wasn’t going to mention that.  He simply got on with making the tea.

All of a sudden, the Mayor leaped from his office chair, leaving it spinning like an enthusiastically spun Waltzer carriage.  The look on his handsome visage had changed from despair to that of rugged inspiration.

“That’s it, Jose.” he declared.  “I know what’s going on here.  It’s got to be something to do with Dr. Vu.”

“D-d-d-doctor V-v-vu?” stammered Jose.  “But he’s the city’s local evil super-villain, hell-bent on wanton disruption of public-facing services.  S-s-s-s-surely you’re not going to face him alone?” 

“Yes,” said the Mayor, turning to Jose. “This time, it’s personal.”

To be continued…

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