WONK: the Chaos Reigns Players

[Diamondback]

*wings, spoilers, boosters and nose-extensions pop back out as KARR returns to "Pursuit Mode"*
KARR: Fair enough, although I'm pretty close to a ground-bound version of your Spitfire for performance. *Kilroy's eye drifts to speedometer, which has just clicked to 240* First off, most of these instruments are for controlling sensor, communications and weapons systems--when I was under construction, DB referred to me as "the ultimate concealed weapon" and "the street version of an F-22 superfighter". Those two screens are systems monitors... *left LCD displays a map, right shows a schematic of KARR's systems* The main instrument cluster has engine instrumentation, the familiar speedometer, odometer and tachometer, plus range estimates and current heading. I have locked out the "Eject" buttons, so you won't need to watch your knees so much. *Kilroy looks down, sees his knee almost touching "Eject Right* That control stick is the transmission shifter, and also the on-board computer pointing device. Right now, just rest your hand on it and if I need to switch the weapons on, be ready to find targets and fire.

 

[KilroyCD]

"Maybe we will just have to spend nights in instead ..........."

Your place, or mine?

 

[Diamondback]

A few minutes later...
*KARR screeches to a halt inside Hangar 18, popping doors, as PFY and two white-coats run up*

PFY: We'll take it from here. *loads DB onto gurney* (to medics) Get him down to surgery, STAT!

TECHNICAL NOTE: For reader convenience, KARR's dash is a slightly-modified version of the standard for prototype and early-production Knight Industries Artificial Intelligence/Motor Vehicles, which can be seen at http://www.juhaterho.fi/drawings/kitt/season-1-dash-2004/ .

 

[retrogirl1941]

This week on WONK........

This week on WONK, we see Kilroy and Retrogril1941 have made it back to WONK HQ. Previously these two have made to through thick and thin, Can they stand up to the newest danger lurking in the shadows? Will it be another Nazi sabuteur or a cute detective? And now a word from our sponsor's!

Kilroy's favorite brand of stockings..........

Kilroy- What was that?

Announcer- Oh nothing.......nothing at all!

And now to this weeks WONK........


Samantha

 

[retrogirl1941]

We find Kilroy and retro in the ready room having a spot of tea.

Kilroy, I had the worst dream last night! I dreamed we were in the company of futuristic man kind of like flash gordon. It was the oddest thing! More tea?

Samantha

 

[KilroyCD]

My lips are sealed about the nylons. Remember, loose lips sink ships! I think I shall have a spot of tea, my dear. Is it Earl grey, perhaps? Go on, my dear. What about that dream?

 

[retrogirl1941]

Well at anyrate.... oh the scones are here! Have you seen my father? He's been missing for a while. I thought maybe you would have some information on him. Im getting worried.

(all of a sudden the door opens and.............)


Samantha

 

[Diamondback]

*Unseen to the others, KARR rolls up outside the window towing a large enclosed trailer; his scanner plainly visible from inside as a bright amber light filling the room*

KARR: Excuse me, Mr. Kilroy, there's something you might want to have a look at... I think you'll be pleasantly surprised.

 

[KilroyCD]

*In walks Lo Phat, Kilroy's batman* "Would you rike some jam for the scones, Mr. Kil-loy? Miss Samantha?"
Kilroy: Jolly good, Lo Phat. Samantha, would you like some? Wait, who is that calling me from outside?

 

[KilroyCD]

*Kilroy gets up and walks outside* Wait a moment...is that what I think it is?!?

 

[retrogirl1941]

Yes kilroy I would love some!(follows kilory outside) Kilroy, its your Aston Martin! And its all put back together! We can have our nights out after all!(throws arms around kilroy)

Samantha

 

[Diamondback]

KARR: You have a package, inside the trailer. Would you please disconnect it from my rear bumper? I was built for speed and firepower, not dragging cargo...

Oh, by the way, don't start trying anything fast or sharp-turning too quick. It's lighter, faster, more responsive than you remember--and we also installed some "optional extras." If you'll unplug my core from the dash and plug it into your car, I'll talk you through what we've done...

 

[KilroyCD]

...Good Lord...My Aston Martin! My ghast is truly flabbered!

 

[Diamondback]

KARR: I have to say, you're taking this a lot better than PFY expected. All we could salvage was the frame, so we essentially built a new and improved version, you might say a 1940's version of me, whose only resemblance to a factory Aston Martin is in its shape, much as the only common parts between me and a standard 1985 Firebird are the wheel-hubs.

Samantha, I owe you an apology for being so snappish earlier. Can you forgive me?

 

[retrogirl1941]

Well Kilroy, I have to go and get ready for my date. I have to do something with my hair and try and find something suitable to wear. So you have fun trying out your fully paid for Astin.

(walks back in the building and down the hall)

Samantha

 

[Diamondback]

KARR, sounding as "hurt" as a machine can: Was it something I said?

 

[KilroyCD]

A date? A date?!? Samantha!!! I thought we...
Well KARR, I know how you feel. Wait...I'm talking to a bloody automobile saying I know how he feels? Oh, good Lord. It must be the battle fatigue...

 

[Diamondback]

*Kilroy runs after her, plowing straight into Arnold*
Arnold: Ungrateful little minx, issn't she? After all zat all off us haff done to safe her bacon, including Diamondback who may still end up paying ze ultimate price for her... Und no, you veren't talking to a car, you vere talking to an Artificial Intelligence--a thinking machine--that happens to haff been built into a car's body. It iss not battle-fatigue, I assure you.

 

[KilroyCD]

*Kilroy picks himself up off the ground, brushes off the dust and shakes the cobwebs out of his head* Sorry Arnold, I didn't see you there. Good Lord, I feel like I ran into a truck! Wait, what about Diamondback?

 

[PoliceInspecter]

....30 minutes later....Police Inspector pulls up in his red Dusenberg Convertible SJ LA Grand Dual-Cowl Phaeton 1935 to pick up Red...He steps out of his Dusenberg in a brilliantly tailored black 3 piece suit, very fine fedora something of the upper crust community in which he associates, he has a finely trimmed mustache and blue eyes you can get lost in, brown hair with a walking stick for style not because he needs it, and walks into the ready room.