Matrix 15 - The Long Journey home.
After being badly injoured after being run over, kicking a rock, and falling over. Agent m. has been put in hospital to recover. However agent m. has been placed in the the same ward as Mr. R.
On the way back fromt he hospital auntie oracle realises that she has forgotten her handbag.
"Oh dear I've forgotten my handbag. Mr. Adamson can you go back and get it?" asks auntie oracle
"Alright, but if I get caught in there then I won't be happy. Which ward is it?" responds Mr. Adamson.
"He's in ward 12C, it's on the second floor."
"12C, that sounds familiar, but I don't know why"
Mr. adamson then stops the car and gets out. Richie then gets in the drivers seat and starts to make engine noises.
"Vrooooom, click, vroooooom, vrooooom, screech"
"I don't feel safe with him driving. Pull over Richie" demands Auntie Oracle.
Richie turns arround and says:
"I'm not even driving."
"Arrrrrrrgh! we're going to crash! put your eyes back on the road!" shouts Auntie Oracle.
"Look, we haven't moved, The handbrake's still on for crying out loud." Explains Richie.
"Well I knew that all along." Auntie oracle now swings her head to talk to Mr. Adamson through the window. "Look Mr. Adamsom be quick, careful, and don't steal any of my money. I only get £500 a week from the government."
"£500 for doing sweet FA! I've had jobs that pay less than that a month" argues Mr. Adamson.
"Hurry along now, Mr. R could be stealing my pension"
Mr. Adamson runs off into the distance, to get the dippy old trout's money.
Meanwhile Mr. R has been told off for fighting with agent m. they were caught whacking each other with cruches when one whacked the nurse call button.
Back in the car Richie and father architech are having bets over how fast the car can go. Father architech recons it can't get over 33 mph, whereas Richie thinks otherwise.
"Well lets put our bets into place then!" says Richie.
"Your on, 50 either way?" says father architech
"Deal!" Richie now accelerates thrashing the gearbox "23, ... 24, ... 25, ..."
At that point Mr. Adamson arrives at the hospital and see's agent m. Mr. Adamson then picks up a crutch and a zimmer frame and uses them as a sword and shield.
"Charge!" Shouts Mr. Adamson. Agent M. also picks up a crutch and runs towards Mr. Adamson, albeit very slowly. Both are clattering crutches together, each matching the others blow. This lasts for a few minutes.
"To repeat what I said a moment ago, you're going out Agent M."
Mr. Adamson then whacks agent m. in the leg. Causing Agent M. to bounce off a bed and out of a window.
"Like I said, down and out!"
Mr. Adamson then picks up Auntie Oracle's handbag and shouts:
"See you Mr. R! Get well soon."
Mr. R smiles as Mr. Adamson runs out.
Meanwhile Richie is struggleing with the car.
"32, ..... 33, ........"
There is a huge bang and the engine stalls, as the car shudders to a halt.
"Oh no, I'm going to die, and without my handbag." says Auntie Oracle.
"What did I tell you thirty three miles per hour! Woop" Shouts father architech.
Huge ammounts of steam and smoke start to pour from the engine, blocking the view to the outside. Everyone gets out and Richie looks at the engine while father architech and auntie oracle chat.
"I can smell petrol" mutters Richie.
Suddenly the engine explodes, in a spectacular mushroom cloud of light and smoke. Causing Richie to be thrown through the air, emerging from the smoke and steam that is close to the car. Father architech now runs over to Richie, who is lieing on a small mound of grass.
"Are you alright? Can you move?" asks father architech.
"Yeah I'm fine" Replies Richie, as he now tries to get up. "Arrrgh, my whole body hurts!" Shouts Richie.
"I think you've broken your neck, let me fix it for you" explains father architech, as he whacks Richie's neck. Richie then slaps father architech.
"Ouch, that hurt! my neck, it's all better" said Richie.
"I told you I'd fix it, now lets go home."
Richie, Father Architech, and Auntie Oracle, then walk home along the road, and when they finally arrive Mr. Adamson is waiting, he then gives Auntie Oracle her handbag, and they each go home to their separate houses.
Meanwhile, outside the hospital, Agent M. lies in some bushes.
"Damn you Mr. Adamson! You and your crew, all go to Mr. R but who'll visit me? Do you realise how lonely I get? I just want a friend! and when is somebody going to notice that I fell out of the bloody window??"
The sun now sets on the hero's and villians, for them never to know what is just arround the corner of life. Will Mr. R ever get well enough to leave the hospital? Will Agent M. turn to good? Will Mr. Adamson ever get any common sense? and will Richie stop being a rich twat?
Some of these questions may be answered, some may not. But one thing is for sure, these guys will remain friends (and enemys) forever.