The Clock on the Mantle

Let's Get Outta Here

Both Riley and Celia took a breath of relief, as Tintin stood by the now barged down door. He held a handgun pointed at Gyser, a threatening glare in his eyes. Gyser smiled and put up his hands, a fake surrender silently translated in his eyes.

"Put it down...the razors...now." Tintin said.

"Well, who would've guessed the ginger would be so intimidating hm?"

"Just shut up and put it down." He said, waving the handgun as if in warning.

"You want me to put them down?" Gyser said, a glint in his eyes.

"Yes." Everyone could tell Tintin meant business.

"Ok. " Gyser set down the razor, replacing it to its former spot on the tray. He then grabbed a button, and pressing the circle in the middle, a coiled rope previously unseen by Tintin on the ground encircled his ankle. Tintin flew up into the air in one fluid motion. His gun slipped from his grips, and the small man ran over and made a grab for it.

"Ha ha. How's that Mr. Tintin. No gun. No help. No ESCAPE." Gyser said, a snicker creeping onto his face. Tintin's face fell. He looked broken, almost as if he were on the verge of tears.

"You walked right into my trap, didn't you Mr. Tintin?". Gyser continued. "Well, I knew you would. You are smart Mr. Tintin, but I was one step ahead. I stole your little girlfriend, who was easy enough to lure here by capturing her ditzy little friend. And I knew, having them in my possession, you would come valiantly to their rescue," he made his way to standing underneath the dangling Tintin, who stared daggers at him, "but only to be captured by me. And now, I plan to torcher you until you tell me your secret...the secret to time travel.". Tintin smiled. Gyser tilted his head in confusion. All of a sudden, spit flew from Tintin's mouth, and landed directly in Gyser's eye.

Riley and Celia's eyes widened. 'Oh, my, god.' Riley thought, a chuckle forming in her throat. Gyser slowly reached up a hand and wiped his eye in disgust. All he could see from Tintin was a smug smile, as if he hadn't done a thing in the world.

Gyser smiled back for a moment, then unexpectedly, swiped his palm hard across Tintin's face. Tintin's head jerked to the side, his face revealing a red hand print. Gyser walked away chuckling to himself.

"Oh yes. You are the greatest master planner aren't you?" Said Tintin, a fake defeat plastered to his face.

Gyser smiled. "Why, yes. Yes I am."

"Think you've got the last laugh."

"Hm...yes" he said, folding his hands behind his back.

"Well, think again." Tintin said, glaring at him.

"What do you mean?"

Tintin tore off shirt, revealing a small microphone taped to his chest. "Because this is a wire," police then busted down the doors and came in on all sides, "and these are police who just recorded every bit of what you said." He smirked. 'oh, the cleverness of him.' Thought Riley with a smile.

Gyser reluctantly threw up his hands, seeing as every barrel of every gun was on him at the moment. Two cops came up behind Gyser and his minion, both wearing bowler hats and sporting mustaches.

"You're going downtown my friend," said one.

"Well, to be precise, you're going to jail." Said the other. They secured their hands begin their backs and brought them out the door, but not before Gyser yelled "THIS ISN'T THE LAST YOU'LL SEE OF ME!"

Some police came behind Riley and Celia and undid their hands. They rubbed their wrists, trying to bring relief and continue circulation. They then looked at each other, Celia with apologetic eyes, and Riley with relief. They both laughed a breathy, relieved sigh, and came in to hug each other. They stayed that way until Tintin's voice broke the silence.

"I hate to break up the reunion, but could someone get me down?" Said Tintin, his shirt dropped to the ground, and still dangling from his ankle by the rope.

Riley chuckled and broke her hug with Celia. "I gotcha Gingy" she said, skipping over to him.

She couldn't help but be reminded of Peter Pan. The hair, no shirt, upside down (basically flying), it was all there. She came face to face with him.

"Are you gonna help me, or just stare at my bareness?" Tintin said uncomfortably, stuffing his hands under his armpits and crossing his arms.

Riley smiled, and grabbed his face. She closed her eyes and began to lean in once again as he-

"Ugh! Blech! Gross! *gag* ewe!" Gagging noises came from both the Captain and Celia, who were standing side by side, Celia having found Snowy and Calculus in the back room. Tintin and Riley chuckled, and Riley stuck out her tongue in defiance. She turned back to Tintin and smiled happily at him. Then unexpectedly, she leaned in and pecked his cheek. She backed up and again looked into his eyes.

"Let's get outta here" she said,chuckling.

"Agreed." Replied Tintin.

"Agreed" replied Celia and the Captain.

"Woah!" Barked Snowy, sending them into fits of laughter.