Finding Mia

Soon June 6th would be here, featuring scheduled D-Day remembrance ceremonies and recording artist Tricky Dick Turntable felt the jungle style heat, visiting memorials presented inside Monument Mall where school children reflectively learned.

“Psst,” a sound came from nowhere.

Performing a 360 circle Tricky Dick caught the vocal culprit, “excuse me,” he greeted, “are you?” Then paused, “talking to me?”

“Yes, you idiot,” the Star Earning Bucks coffee grinder answered, “here,” the worker handed him a brown bag.

“What is this?” Tricky Dick inquired, “my lunch?”

“No, it’s something to listen to, you idiot,”

Minutes later Tricky Dick caught up with his sidekick Patty Roadie leaving the museum, “I have been studying this map upside and down,”

“Well, Patricia we have work to do,” Tricky Dick responded, “General Public serving the coco beans over there, gave me this,”

“Another tape,” Patty Roadie gasped.

“Do you have that man walk thing?”

“Yeah sure, Dickie,” Patty Roadie answered shuffling through her pocketbook, “found it,”

Placing the cartridge into the entertainment device, the pair concentrated,

“Please help,” the plea pleaded, “my lovely daughter Mia went missing looking for action down at ‘Norman Dee Beach’,”

“Isn’t that where the kids party these days?” Patty wondered out loud.

“Gambling, playing Bingo on their swim towels,”

“Should we get the Ford?” Patty suggested.

“No,” Tricky Dick decided, “the Harley is more appropriate for this assignment.”

Heading back to the house that had white picket fences they quickly pulled out the motorcycle from its garage resting place, “hop on Patty let’s head to ‘Party Beach’,”

“You mean ‘Norman Dee Beach’,” Patty corrected.

“Same thing,” Tricky Dick quickly clarified.

Through the green forestry pastures the pair rode until the National Historical Landmark Park ‘Norman Dee Beach’ appeared, “This is where Sandra married the Psycho,” Patty commented.

“It was where the guys were cool and girls wanted to be called pretty,” Tricky Dick added departing the spoked machine.

As they walked through the sand both kept their eyes peered for clues, noticing the ocean acting in a furious way; they peered down when the wave retreated. “Here, Tricky Dick, a message,”

“Words ‘map’ and ‘jungle’ are in a vertical position,” Patty studied, “and motorcycle in the horizontal.”

“Let me see,” Tricky Dick’s hand touched his chin in deep thought, “you have a map, I have a motorcycle and it is hotter than a jungle,”

Suddenly, the earth started to shake, Tricky Dick and Patty grabbed a hold of something that couldn’t last, “I love you,” Patty eternally proclaimed watching a cave emerge.

“Is that a mirage?” Tricky Dick observed.

“No, it was what you unlocked by saying the combination,” Patty diagnosed, “let’s go inside.”

Heading into the dark mysterious setting Tricky Dick and Patty heard a whimpering scream, “Mia is that you?” Patty shouted seeing a young girl chained to a rock.

“Yes, that hideous creature over there reading the newspaper apprehended me and I have been a hostage for a couple hundred days!”

“That is not good,” Patty bent down working on freeing the civilian.

“You see that gate over there,” Mia pointed, “it holds back many water gallons.”

“Thanks for the warning,” Patty loosened the restraints, “now run, get out of here.”

Joining her partner in crime Patty monitored the beast, “that is Moonmanoid, it comes from outer space,”

“Excuse me sir,” Tricky Dick requested, “what is that capturing your attention?”

With a grunt Moonmanoid let the periodical fall to the ground, “It is the Washington Insight Times Magazine.”

“Are you reading it for stories or just enjoying the pictures?” Tricky Dick inserted a follow up point making the evil monster pound his chest. “Patty where are you going?”

“There is a gate over there, if I unlatch it, a broken dam style phenomenon will drown everything.”

As Tricky Dick kept the Moonmanoid’s attention distracted, Patty finished the mission allowing the huge aquatic flowing special effect devastate the scene.

Tension simmered and Mia gracefully passed through the Monument Mall years later and saw a wise gentleman sitting quietly on the bench eating peanuts, flipping through ‘US World News & Report’.

“May I have a seat?”

“What is a young girl like you doing in a deadly place like this?”

“Paying memorial respect that has Tricky Dick Turntable and Patty Roadie names inscribed,” Mia explained, “they rescued me and died heroes.”

Smiling at the humbling experience the stranger peeled another shell, “Apparently, before producing a bingo blanket party on Norman Dee Beach, Secret Agent Orange conjured up the Moonmanoid weapon using jealous resentment anger and opened the water gate destroying the whole place.”

“Yes, Tricky Dick Turntable and Patty Roadie did make the ultimate sacrifice.”

“So, I could be free,” Mia stated.