Car Goes Vroom Vroom and Oil Goes BOOM!
It was a nice May late morning hour. Thomson and Thompson went for a ride in their car but had to make a quick stop in a garage nearby to fill up their tank.
"Hello?" One of them called and the mechanic in charge that day closed the hood he was checking and approached.
"Half a gallon, please." Thompson, who was driving, asked.
"Precisely." Thomson, who held their canes, agreed. The mechanic filled their request, they paid him and he left.
"Let's turn on the radio!" Thompson offered, looking at his partner.
"Yes. See if there's any news of the possible war." Thomson agreed and switched the radio on.
You read it right, despite it seeming like a nice time in May, a war was threatning to fall upon Belgium and an enemy country so despite the weather, the aura was still pretty gloomy.
"Flash! Reports of exploding vehicles are rising at an alarming rate. Experts fear that our fuel supplies may be contaminated. We'll have more news about the oil crisis following this:" The broadcaster added the last part quickly before a sponsership started playing and it seemed to have been played for as long as the exploding cars because the detectives sang it along by heart while driving:
"When one day your car goes boom, don't give up or in to gloom.~" They joined in, "Call Autocart, we'll be there soon on that day your car goes boom!~"
'BOOM!!'
The hood flew up and the startled detectives watched in disbelief as their engine let out fumes, ruined and torn before the broken hood fell back on. The car stopped moving completely.
"Oh." They said to eachother before looking at the engine again.
At least, unlike other cases, they were unharmed.
But what was that? What was going on here?
"Speedol imports all of its oil from Khemedite and Middle East, yet in the past two months our fuel supplies become a serious threat. It's a catastrophe!" Speedol's owner told the two reporters, who came to interview him about the exploding oil incidents.
"I can tell." One of them chuckled apologetically, looking at the not quite cheerfuling chart of Speedol's sales from the last month behind him.
"Any idea what causes the fuel to explode?" Tintin asked, trying to subtly send his girlfriend an unapproving glance which she caught and replied to with a little shrug of apology.
"That's the big question! We've sent experts to Khemedite, but the phenomenon remains a mystery." The C.E.O replied when his intercom buzzed, "Excuse me! Yes?"
"Sir? Professor Biggams is on the telephone." His assistant's voice came through.
"Biggams is our top scientist. He must have found out what is causing the explosions." He explained to the duo, getting a bit excitedly before picking up the phone, "What is it, Biggams?"
"Are you sure you want us continue?" Biggams asked as the duo switched looks.
"Well, of course I want you to continue with the research! Why do you ask?" The boss asked.
"Because, if we're to go on, sir, you're going to have to build me a new lab..." The startled and completely disheveled professor groaned in a bit of pain as he looked around at what left of his used to be lab.
After a bit of silence, he could hear an unfamiliar girl's voice hissing out, "Yikes!"
Malory POV:
"It has to be sabotage... But how do you tamper with such a large amount of oil?" Tintin wondered as we walked down the street in thoughts.
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The adventures of Tintin, Malory and Snowy.
FanficA young reporter with a weird tuft, an ex 'High Class' lady, who dresses up like a boy, and a white fox terrier are going on the craziest adventures the world can give them. (Based on the old CARTOON, the stories take place after the Secret of the U...
