Where, oh where has my Underdog gone?

I don't know if any of you remember Underdog or not, but I was just thinking about him. I'm not sure why, really.

Sweet Polly Purebread....Simon Bar Sinister.

Ah, good times.

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Through deserted backstreets, he walked. A streetlight reflected weakly off the damp ground. Random sounds chased him. A dog's bark. Squealing tires. What may have been a gunshot. After all, The Prisoner's Dock is not in a good part of town.

Hell, where it sits can hardly be considered town. Backed up on a lot snuggled up against a freeway overpass. Down a jiggery little alley, crammed in so tight that you'd be lucky to find it. If you could handle yourself, that is.

He looked up, and there was the door. It had been five years since he'd seen it, but it was exactly the same. Red, a deep blood color. Small window, barred and shuttered. No exterior handle. You either got in or you didn't. You only got in if The Doorman knew your face. If he didn't know you, you never left the alley.

The steel was cold beneath his hammering fist. At first, nothing happened. Then, with a slickery whisper, a small rectangle of blackness appeared on the face of the metal plate over the window. After a second or two, a light flashed on, illumintaing his face. He heard a muffled shout of amazement. From the door came a grinding noise. In his mind's eye, he could see a bank vault. All those bolts slipping from their anchors.

The door swung open, and a giant walked out. Jebadiah "Big Jeb" Duncan stood before him, grinning from ear to ear.

"David, you sorry fucker, what in the name of all that's holy are you doing here?"

"Well, Jeb, that's a long story, and one best told inside, if you know what I mean."

"Hell yes. Get your narrow white ass in here, pronto. Jebadiah stepped aside, and usherd David in. Just inside the door was a small room. With Jeb in it, it was miniscule. As the outer door latched, there was a slight bump. A second door opened, and David walked through it. For a moment, he was stunned. The door had looked the same to him, but this was uncanny. He stood looking at the room and could not convince himself that it had been 5 years.

Everyone was there. Instinctively, his eyes shot upwards. He blinked. It couldn't be.

He turned to see Big Jeb standing silent, massive arms crossed. An alligator grin stretched across his face.

"What'd you think, we'd let somebody take it?"

David looked back up. There, nestled in the little nook where he'd always kept it was the bag.

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Ok guess Ima do some of that GTA thing. Hope all is well with y'all.

Poquitos los mananas,

T.