The deep pit where Squattedman had been thrown was inhabited by a pair of hungry crocodiles. These beasts immediately opened their huge mouths and in a flash Squattedman got from each one a bite in his legs. It didn’t hurt him but the crocodiles emitted a kind of groan, lost some teeth and quickly withdrew their mouths. “The meat is hard”, they complained to the chef (figuratively speaking). And taking pity on them and, knowing where they could find a tender and juicy meat, Squattedman grabbed them both and adopted the take-off posture.
Moments later, Congressman Cartridge was awakened by a blast. He jumped and saw open-mouthed a gap opening in the floor and the intruder popping off from the pit in the company of the two crocodiles. You can imagine what happened next. My tactfulness prevents me from describing it. I’ll only say (figuratively speaking) that this time the dinner guests complimented the chef and only found fault with the lack of a pinch of salt and pepper.
While the crocodiles digested lying by the fireplace, Squattedman began to search the office for a clue. The congressman, of whom only a few tendons that the crocodiles had regurgitated remained, was no longer in a position to indicate the whereabouts of the supreme head of the criminal organization (that elusive guy nicknamed “Cow Head”). So Squattedman would have to take his first steps as a detective emulating the sagacious sleuths of the Pinkerton Agency.
The first thing that caught his attention was the ingenious opening mechanism of the floodgates that had opened under his feet. He had never seen such a mechanism, and as he searched the office thoroughly, he discovered other mechanisms just as clever. Another thing that caught his attention was a framed photo hanging on the wall. In it the congressman, in pajamas and a nightcap, was accompanied by the famous inventor Thomas Alva Edison who had written his name at the foot of an affectionate dedication to “my good friend and partner Artie Cartridge”.
Suddenly, Squattedman had a “lightbulb moment” (never better talking about Mr. Edison). Witty mechanisms and familiarity with the great American inventor. You didn’t have to be a genius to join the dots.