The adventures of Tintin, Malory and Snowy.

Tintin and Malory in America. (4)

Kid's stuff.

No one POV:

Tintin and Malory strike again.

That was the main headline on the Chicago Post's newspaper this morning, right above the picture of the young detectives watching the police taking care of the gangsters they've caught with a white dog beside them.

And again, someone really didn't like seeing that.

"I thought you were taking care of these two, Smiles..." The Boss growled softly as he looked up at the man in front of him.

"I-I am, Boss! Trust me! Everything is under control!" Smiles replied in panic, holding his hat tightly.

"It better be, or you're next, see?" The Boss warned while pointing at him, which made Smiles sweat nervously and tap his fingers on his hat, thinking of what to do next.

Later that evening, anyone who would have been on the 38th floor of the building across the Osborne Hotel, would have heard the sound of a gun being ready to shoot.

"That's their hotel room on the 37th floor!" Smiles let the sniper know as he gestured at the only window in the whole floor that had lights in it, allowing anyone who was looking in to see a Ginger boy reading from a newspaper, a Brunette girl reading from her book and a white dog lying on the floor next to them.

"Just make sure you don't miss." Smiles added as he stepped aside from the line of fire.

"I never miss, Mr. Smiles." The sniper replied, looking at him for a moment before looking back at his prey.

And then-

Bullets flew into the room, hitting the figures that were sitting there, sending them to the floor where they lay motionless while the sound of a bundle of bullets filled the street before it completely stopped.

Silence fell on the street once again.

"Kids' stuff." The sniper mocked to himself as he checked the pipe of his weapon while Smiles looked down at the damage.

The figures didn't get up...

A few shards from the now broken window fell out while the sound of sirens made its' way towards the scene.

But it wasn't police who showed up in there first.

"I knew those gangsters would try again!" Tintin said angrily as he inspected the holes in his dummy-double.

"Good thing we took precautions then, eh Snowy?" Malory asked as she knelt down next to her dummy before looking at her four-legged friend, who sniffed his own destroyed replica.

"And now that they think we're dead, we can set our own trap!" Tintin said in determination.

Malory hummed in thought as she picked her dummy up.

"I think I might have a plan..." She let out.

Later that evening, a gangster entered his Boss' office, who was sitting with his legs up on the table, newspaper in hands and definitely with a cigar in his mouth, judging by the smoke that spinned in the air thanks to the ceiling fan.

"Mr. Smiles, we just got a tip: A disguised truck full of treasury bills is leaving for New York. And get this: Without a police escort." The man said, making Smiles look up from his newspaper in confusion.

"No police escort?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Yeah, they didn't want to call attention to the truck in case someone got ideas about hijacking it..." The man replied with smug smirk as Smiles blew some smoke out of his cigar.

"Now, what kind of a person would do a thing like that?" Smiles asked innocently before throw his newspapers in the air, laughing maniacally and then looking at his man again, "Get the men to get her, Bugsey!"

Malory POV:

"Do you think they'll fall for this, Tintin?" The chief asked as he drove the red truck, loaded with oil cans.

"I'm pretty sure they will, Chief. It was Malory's idea after all." Tintin said through his attached black mustache while I did my best to hide the brown locks in front my face in the cap before looking back at the rode.

"And besides of that, look!" I said and pointed at the road in front of them, where a log lay in the middle and a familiar man stood behind it, waving his hands.

Right when the truck stopped, four more men popped out with guns in their hands and the first man took out his own.

"Well, well, well, what have we got here? Hands up!" Smiles ordered while laughing.

Tintin and the chief raised their hands but I just smiled.

"No, YOU hands up!" I called and that's when six policemen jumped out of the oil cans with guns in their hands.

"Huh?" Smiles let out in confusion.

"Hands up! You're under arrest!" The chief announced, holding his gun, as the three of us got out of the truck and with a blink of an eye, the gangsters were handcuffed.

No One POV:

"Tintin, Malory, thanks to you we've landed a very big fish." The chief said in relief as he shook hands with Tintin while Malory counted the gangsters.

"Um... where is Smiles?" She suddenly asked as Tintin took off their disguises.

A honk of a car made the three look behind them just to see Smiles waving at them from a red car before driving off.

Malory huffed in anger, this guy really started to get to her nerve.

"Just you wait..." She mumbled.

Malory POV:

"One of our informers spotted Smiles here this morning." Chief told us as he pointed at Red Dog City on the map, "Apparently he's got a cabin in the mountains."

A whistle blew not too far, signing us it was time to go.

"Don't worry, Chief, we'll find him." Tintin reassured as we walked towards the entrance to the cart.

"Yeah, you just get a jail cell ready." I told him before getting in and a few minutes later the train blew some steam and someone yelled 'All aboard!' before we drove off.

To be continued...

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