One night, I was awakened by the sound of distant thunder. As I opened my eyes, I saw one of my robots coming in, holding one of my CCTV displays over its head. I listened carefully. “Boom! Blitz! Zap!” It was three kinds of thunders, I mean electricity sounds. When I looked at the screen, I saw a UFO on my roof, zapping a hole above the weapon storage! “Blitz!” it sounded. “Boom! Zap! Boom! Zap!” The sound was louder and louder.
I looked out of the window and saw a gigantic golem chasing my three friends: Tom, Melissa and Violet. The three were driving a zapper, also called the zapping transporting car. The golem walked as loudly as thunder and my ears almost shattered. The UFO finished making the hole on the ceiling of the weapon storage. I gave my friends a signal and turned on the automatic defense system. Machine guns, fire blasters, missile launchers, grenade throwers, electric shockers, slime generators burst out from the walls and ceilings. Radars detected the enemies and the weapons fired them. Landmines exploded. My friends were safe, transported to the door of my house. They were puffing and sighing in relief. The golem and the UFO were completely destroyed. I then switched to the self-repair mode, which repaired the hole on the ceiling of the weapon storage.
“What happened?” I asked my friend curiously.
“We were all woken up by the thunder-like sound of the golem. It was trying to destroy our houses!” Melissa exclaimed.
Suddenly, the computer rang. It was hacked! We turned to the computer. “Ha ha ha, good job, Dr. Jerry!” It was the voice of the evil scientist, Dr. Evyle!
“What do you want?” Tom said, showing his teeth.
“I want to defeat you all, and conquer the world! Of course, the golem and UFO were made by me! I even invented potions that turn animals into monsters and dead people into zombies!” Dr. Evyle cackled, “I’ll prove that the evil can defeat the good! Come and kill me if you can! Muahahahahaha…”
“Evil never beats the good. Never and ever! Wait and you’ll see!” I shouted. I took all the equipment and robots, put them into my four-dimensional pocket, and took off in my crazy freaky teleporter with my friends.
We teleported to the evil scientist’s home. It looked like an evil, scary castle instead of a house. My friends shivered, but I stayed calm. “Don’t worry,” I said, “We’ll defeat him.” I pointed to the small but very heavy 4D pocket which held my five hundred thousand equipment and robots. We opened the door. Suddenly, a big rat with sharp teeth and a cobra with legs of a crocodile and fins of a shark bounced out from the house.
“We’re gonna have shark fin’s soup tonight!” Tom smacked his lips.
“Be environmentally-friendly!” Violet frowned.
“Let’s go!” I said anxiously. I gave the mechanical boxing gloves and protective suit to Tom. As a master of martial arts, he fought using karate, taekwondo, kickboxing, Chinese Kung Fu and something he called “legendary fighting”. It was created by him and he was inspired by watching action movies and reading adventure books! I also placed some robots holding bows and arrows, swords and guns to help him fight and to shoot down the UFOs supporting the enemies. We finally defeated them and went inside the “castle”.
The first thing we saw was a labyrinth. We went inside and it twisted and turned. We couldn’t find the exit, and that made us quite furious, so I blew it up instead. We were not hurt because we had a bombproof suit. Then the zombies welcomed us. Tom and my robots kept fighting, but they looked stronger and stronger. Tom’s protective suit was even damaged by the acid saliva of the zombies! I used the scanner to scan the zombies. I found out the more damaged they were, the more dangerous. I thought for a second and thought of a plan. I took a gun out, aimed at one of the zombies and fired a capsule.
“Aurgh!” it cried painfully.
“Heal them!” I cried to my friends. They looked confused. “The more you heal them, the more it hurts!” I took out the healing robots. They “fought” with them. Violet the head doctor healed Tom and “killed” the zombies using vaccines, pills, Chinese herbs and healing ways all round the world. “I’ve never thought that medicine could be that critical!” exclaimed Melissa.
After a few more fights with the creatures, we finally arrived at the “boss room”. There were two rows of golem guards next to Dr. Evyle, who was sitting in the middle, cross-legged, clapping. “You did well in the previous battles. But you wouldn’t defeat me. Ha ha ha!” he shrieked. “Golems, fight ’em!”
I gave a wink to Melissa and the designer used less than one minute to make ten miniature soldiers using soil. I put them in the explosive 3D printer and made enormous exploding soldiers. If the soldiers died, they’d explode and the golems would, too, be destroyed. Soon, the golems were all crushed. We all rushed to Dr. Evyle. I took out a laser sword. He was busy taking a potion out and he gulped the liquid immediately. When we were about to slay him, he turned into a scary monster, which had the head of a dragon, wings of an eagle, scales of a lizard, limbs of a monkey, tail of a whale and could enlarge to the size of the room and shrink to the size of a fly. We rushed out of the room, but we were not escaping.
“Be afraid! Be scared of me, Lord Evyle! Wahaha!” he said in a strange voice. Actually, I had a plan in my head already. We finished preparing the final attack robot. We ran away just because the robot was very, very dangerous. When the monster was still laughing with evil in his voice, the mini robot used all copies of my weapons and attack skills of Tom and fighting robots. It detonated at last. The monster used its last breath and said, “I made copies of myself. The world will still be mine!” and it blasted into a fireball. Actually, we scanned the copies once we went into the room, and the “sacrificed” robot deleted them too!
We had a medal of honour from the United Nations for saving the world from being ruled by villains. We were soon famous and became children’s role model. They were not as naughty as before and some wanted to help the society in the future. We were quite glad. We decided to help the people by establishing a detective group called “Super Savior Spies” or “3S” for short. We were still thinking how to put the things in our new office when Mrs. Chan from next door said, “Help! A thief stole all the valuables in our son’s bedroom and killed him!”
“Any clues?” I asked.
“I called the police but no fingerprints or footprints were found!” she replied.
I grinned. “This will be a great start!” I thought.